DAily Routine wen i was a student in BIET

Barish ka wah mausam aur uspar dabe hue kadmo ki wah aahat- wah sama hi kuch yesa tha ki kisi ka bhi dil dahal jay. Achanak mere saamne ek vichitr aakruti pratak hui aur mano mere poore sharrer me 1 bijli si lehar daud gayi aur fir achanak wah cheekh....... mein abhi kuch aur der neend ki aaghosh me rahti yadi wah karkash dwani mere kaan ke pardon par itni tivrata se hamla na karti. Jee han, me baath kar rahi hon hamare priy prof. roopi yantr ki jo prati ghanta 5000 se adhik shabdon ki bochar karne ki kshmata rakhte hain. Badi magnata se padate huye wah mano vidhyartiyon ki sahan shakti ko pal pal lalkar rahe the. Samay ko badalte adhik deer nahi lagti. wahan kal raat mein hollywood ki rongte khade kar dene wali film ka aanand le rahi thi aur yahan me ardh nidra ki avasta me kaksha me upasthit thi[ 85% attendence ke liye sala kuch bhi karega!] ....
Mein apne hosh sambhalte, aas paas nigah daudani shuru ki, bharthiya vividta ka prateek hamari kaksha harsh ullas se paripoorn thi. Sabhi chaatr apas me mast aur prof. apne me vyast the. yadi poori kaksha ka avalokhan kiya jaye to hum kaksha me chal rahe gatividiyon aur unse sambandhit mahapurushon ko paanch shreniyon mein baant sakte hain.
pratham shreni me ve chatur chaatr aate hain jinke sar to adhyapak ki dhun ke saath milte rahte hain parantu unke haath, badi dakshta se apne mobile phone par lage hote hain. In chaatron ke haath aue aankhon ke beech mein taal -mail dekhte hi banta hain.In chaatron ka mann kabhi 1 kaksha ki chaar deewaron ke beeck seemit nahi rehta balki SMS ke jariye 1 kaksha se doosre kaksha tak vicharan karta rehta hain. Ye chaatr kisiko pareshan nahi karte aur sabhi prakar ki suchnao ke adaan pradaan me lage rehte hain.Parantu agar yeh apna mobile 'silent mode' mein rakhna bhool jaye to sampoorn vatavaran 'vande mataram' se lekar 'crazy kiya re' tak ki dhono se goonjit ho jata hai aur,kathin paristithiyon ko nimantran deta hai...
Swatantramolik abhivyakti me vishwas rakhne wale chaatr 2nd shreeni me aate hain. Samaanyatah ye kaksha ki aakhri panktiyon me paye jaate hain. Samajik samasyaon se lekar cricket ki duniya ki haal-chalon se sambandhit sab vishayon par ye apne vichaar bindas roop se prakat karte hain. Na toh ye swayam padhne se itchuk hote hain aur na hi kisi dusre ko padhte hue dekh sakte hain.
3rd shreni me ve chaatr aate hain jo badi tatparta aur lagan ke saath apne assignment likne me lage hote hain.yeh warg bhi kaksha ke aakhri panktiyon par paya jata hain. samohik kaarya pranali ka prathik yeh warg badi kushalta se apne sahyogiyon ke saath taal se taal milakar 1 mastar pratikruti se ghanto bhar ke bhitar hi aneek pratikrutiyan bana lene ki kshmata rakte hain. parantu kabhi kabhi doosre shreeni ke chaatron ke karan yeh prof. ki nazron me aajate hain aur saari mehnat par paani phir jata hai.
4th shreene me wah aate hain jo hamesha swapna lok me vicharan karte hain. wah vidhyarti jo inme se kisi shreeni me nahi aate ve ya toh meri taran koi naye sharathon me gagn honge ya parakram aur samoh ke saath adhyapak ko samajne ki vyarth prayaas karte hain..
Achanak vidhyartiyon ki prasanta ke prateek siron-'bell' ki dhwani padi. Hamne adhyapakk se attendence lene ka aaghaz kiya toh unhone muskurate hue kaha FREE ATTENDANCE.. Mere toh mano pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Aneek prakar ke kathinaiyon ko paar kar kisi tarah se mein is kaksha ke liye samay par aayi thi. Meine apne dil ko yah soochkar behlaya ki shayad mere kismat me yahi tha.
Apne mayoos chehre ko lekar mein kisi tarah juice center(JC) pahunchi. JC hamare dinacharya ka 1 mahatvapoorn hissa tha. Yahan par ekhatrit chaatr prathah 2 prakar ke hote hain. 1 to nain sukh prapti ke laksh se aate hain aur doosri shreni unn vyaktiyon ki hai jo DVG ki garmi ka mukabla karne ke liye yahan aate hain. Hala ke in dono shreniyon ke logon ka faida ve mauka prapt log uthate hain , jo bheed ka sahara lekar muft me juice uthakar champak ho jate hain.
1 baar fir waqt badla aur me bojhal kadmo se kaksha vapas pahonchi. Phir vahi dhrushya, vahi chahal pahal, mujhe bechain karne lagi.
Yeh hai vishva ki laghbhag saare UG kaksha ka varnan. Isliye saare BIETians jaago math soye raho apne aap ko math badlo. Humjo kar rahe hain wah kisi prakaar ka jurm ya paap nahi hai. Apne vidhyarti hone ka luft uthao. Khud jio aur doosron ko jeene do.
` yaar kuch bhi kaho "HUM THE KAMAM KE" arey the kahan "HUM HAIN KAMAAL KE"
"MISS U ALL.. 8TH SEM. A SEC. 2007 BATCH"
WELL WAT EVER I'VE WRITTEN IS THE HARD TRUTH.. IF U ASK ME WHICH SHREENI I BELONG? I BELONG TO ALL GROUPS.. HE HE HE..
I WAS THE COW BOY KINDA GIRL IN THE CLASS. GUYS NEVER DARED TO MESS WID ME..
I WISH I GET THOSE MOMENTS BACK..

I LOVE MY INDIA AND I'M PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN

It all started from the day when India was divided into Pak n Ind…
Few ppl who wanted to part, they went to Pak n some ppl who wanted to stay back they did. Those who were left out were called Indian muslim. I’m one of them. I love my country. This is my mother land, and yes I’m ready to give my life to my mother land. I’m writing this post because I really feel very upset when I hear some thing like what happen from past 1 month. Its very sad to head about the people who do some illegal things for their personal reason and they cause trouble to the innocents. It’s a shameful act. Some times a situation gets created which makes me feel ashamed about my own religion.. ya I’m proud of my religion. it teaches me to love every creation of God. I was taught in school that “God is only one and we call him by many name” . I wonder the teachers who taught us these things they themselves don’t mean it. But I do strongly believe it. I felt very sad when I heard one of my friend’s father telling his son when he was going abroad “ son u do what ever u want but don’t talk or make friendship with any muslim guy.” It really made me cry. Well the next day I heard my dad too telling my bro’s n me too that don’t make any such friend who talk about jihad and all stuffs which doesn’t relate to good things like studies, sports and stuffs and in particular muslim. So then I realized its not about the religion, its about safety. Everyone is afraid so just taking some precausions.. but again then another incident is when I was in a office for some work and they were not knowing I’m muslin n they were busy in their conversation. One of them said about some terror attack and the other said “these muslim don’t ‘ve any other work and they keep on doing these thing”. When I heard it I told why do you say that, isn’t Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam not a muslim? Has he not done any good for the nation? I’ve never been so brave but don’t know how I told that. Then they asked sorry. See these are called literates. Its so shame to’ve such people who talk like that. Ya I do agree it’s a big crime what the terrorists do but for that u cant blame the community for that.


i heard this phase some where which impressed me a lot “ kuch aisa karenge jis se hare ek ko apne mazhab se pehle apna desh yaad aaye.” I too want to be a part of this mission. For those who believe India have not given us anything add this one “ it gave u place to live, it has accepted you as the citizen and you are given equal rights, you are given special consideration where in u are counted as minority.. isn’t it enough for you to fight for India”.


I believe many of you agree for what I’ve written. Do comment on this.

Note of apology

Dear frenz or readers (if any :))..........
well i never thought i wud be so lazy to post the matter wich i already have.. i knew i was lazy in my daily dairy but thought i will b atleast regular here. well i'll try to b here after. i wud like to be an open book, not a closed book wich cudnt be judged by the cover. wel today i finally completed my engineering. well my final year results we annoounced on 7-7-07, and guess wat i got 70%. and the most important subjject CIP(constitution of India n professional ethics) sub sabjects ka bbaap, i cleared this too.. i got the results today.. was so happy.. there's lot to write but dont knw wer to start from.. with great efforts i cleard my exams. i'll never forget the preparation of my multimedia exam.. i started it the day b4 sorry the nyt b4 the exam.. at 12.. dat day there was no power at home i had to migrate to my GM's home. i called most of my frenz to lessen my tension.. and finally i cleared.
dat was most memorable. then the came the trip thnx to my frenz who came to my home n heard my dad's lecture for an hour to get permission for me for trip.. for the first time i guess i din cried in trip (home sick) its the other thing dat i cried after the trip cz i realised dat i'm leaving such good frenz. and started a different journey of life after exams.. 'll descripe u ppt later in my next post.. bye for nw.. c ya

i love my teacher

i still wont b'live i cried after seeing this.. it touched me.. u had to see this............ http://www.teachermovie.com/

THE COST

Tess was a precocious eight-year-old when she heard her Mom andDad talking about her little brother, Andrew.All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completelyout of money. They were moving to an apartment complex nextmonth because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's billsand their house. Only a very costly surgery could save him nowand it was looking like there was no one to loan them the money.She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispereddesperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from itshiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out onthe floor and counted it carefully.Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect.No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on thecap, she slipped out the backdoor and made her way 6 blocks toRexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above thedoor.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her someattention, but he was too busy at this moment.Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.Nothing.She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she couldmuster.No good.Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on theglass counter.That did it!"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed toneof voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom Ihaven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply tohis question."Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answeredback in the same annoyed tone."He's really really sick... and I want to buy a miracle.""I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist."His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside hishead and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now, so howmuch does a miracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry, but Ican't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little."Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough,I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man.He stooped down and asked the little girl,"What kind of a miracle does your brother need?""I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up "I justknow he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation,but my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.""How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago."One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly."And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if Ineed to."Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man."A dollar and eleven cents, exact price of a miracle for littlebrothers."He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he graspedher mitten and said, "Take me to where you live.I want to see your brother and meet your parents.Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,specializing in neuro-surgery.The operation was completed without charge, and it wasn't longuntil Andrew was home again and doing well.Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events thathad led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered."was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... onedollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child.A miracle is not the suspension of natural law,but the operation of a higher law.

Keep Your Eyes On The Dots

You see a circle of violet dots.

Each of them disappears in order, like moving in a circle.

Concentrate your sight at the cross,then you can see how the violet dots disappear.

If you do it all right,you can see that the green dot is moving.

If you keep looking all violet dots will disappearand only green dot will keep moving!

BIET KA SAFAR!

Na jane kab kaise mera tanka fit ho gaya, aur me BIET me admit ho gayi.

ek nayi duniya,kuch naye naye chehre,Class me teachers he pehre!

Ragging ki chinta, Sessional ka kehar,assignment ki jugaadh, din raath dopaher.

Raath ko jhapki Lagte hi, Exam ka bhoot aata tha,Drafter to mano talwar nazar aata tha.

Attendence kabhi 85% nahi rahti thi,kyonki festival me chutti,postman se bhi kam milti thi.


baton ka silsila deer tak raath chalta tha,aur neend ka safar class me poora hota tha.

RAm n co se Gundi circle tak ki yaatra, Hide out se Raj BHavan tak ka safar,

juice party se b'day party tak,
sab hamare bina adhure hote the,jaise hum rishte me shahinshah ke nati hote the(sorry koi aur line nahi ja rahi thi).

Zindagi me yeh char saal kaise bhool sakti hon.jaate jaate bas itna kehsakti hon.,,,

"kayi mile kayi bichde,
is zindagi ke safar me,
par ab toh raasta itna sankraa hai,
ki sirf yaadein saath chal sakti hain".