Culmination of 3-1

The semester kicked off on a high note with loads of vows, pledges and resolutions, but on the contrary ended on a low with loads of prayers, expectations, grades, marks, but all in complete vain. As they put it, as you sow so shall you reap!

In an IIT, after getting decent marks in TS-1 and screwing badly TS-2, your arse is all set on fire for the end terms. Do it now, do it straight off, else the insti has no regrets in giving you panji's (5 on a scale of 10). So was this arse of mine. Eventually, the gaps in between the exams proved to be crucial and everything went alright.

The subjects I didn’t get a feel and flavor of resulted in very dismal performances, though.  Grade B or may be even lower is already expected in one of ChemD’s core subject, CH-305: Reaction Engineering. Moreover, my face has a smug gleam of felicitation after acing the subjects I loved the most. IHS03: Group Dynamics was one of them.

However, well, there’s no time and scope for the feel thing when you are in an IIT. Do whatever the system demands, else the system comes back at you and leave you in shatters. So, it is better if you go along with the flow without giving a thought about what-you-like and what-you-don’t-like. Perhaps, the only way to be a successful fucked-up Engineer. Trust me!

Losing grip

The past few months have seen within me a swashbuckler. I have turned into a reckless, careless, lunatic mortal. Things go over my head, issues irk me, people rankle me, weird things fascinate me, issues of no-importance trance me. I have heard highly educated people preaching a gospel that one should do what their heart tells them to do. On a different note, what if your heart does not wish to do anything? What if your mind needs only repose? What if you propose to leave all the terrene affairs? Not so simple, though. 

Few days back I told my younger sis about a weird thought of mine – a thought to leave everything and go to the Himalayas to live a life of peace and serenity. The only reply she gave me with a wary look was – “I am going to tell Mom about this.”

Then, all of a sudden I realize that a couple of years more and everything would be over. All these draggy and ho-hum engineering principles and theories would find an end leaving me in complete freedom. However, this end would mark the beginning of a yet new period – a period in which I would eventually find myself working in some crippled Chemical company surrounded by more crippled employees and lame officials. Would this be called an end or a beginning, then? I personally would call this a deadlock.

Management is the probably the only thing left which still happens to charm and captivate me, but didn’t Engineering have the same appeal in the early days when I was preparing to make it into a prestigious college? I am in no mood to answer here the hackneyed question: ”Why I eventually lost interest in Engineering?” Probably this is why I came out of a TATA Steel written test in a flash as soon as I encountered all gimpy Engineering-related questions yet again, to which I had no better option left. I even bypassed few other companies I came across. A huge transition from what I was like an year ago, when I was constantly worried about all this. Well truly said, ‘All that glitters is not Gold’.

No one can predict the future, but one can surely make it. All in all, I have started trusting my conscience. Whatever I feel like doing, I have been blindly doing it. On the contrary, whatever narks me now finds a place in the bin, no matter its worth or consequences. Moreover if the predicament within my mind continues to amplify, I might even end up being a recluse, or not?

Campus at the break of day

Once in a college, few things become almost impossible – Beholding the break of day is one of it. Sleeping at awkward times makes waking up on time an almost unmanageable task.

The clock ticked 05:00 a.m.!

After a long stay at Cautley talking mundane affairs with friends, I was on my way to Jawahar late night (or early morning?) taking the path less traversed. I wanted to take the shortcut but with the number of dogs increasing exponentially in the campus, I avoided it and resorted to the Cautley-AHEC-Library-Alps-Slope-Jawahar pathway, which was a little more time consuming. However, taking this pathway was the best way to lessen my probability of being bitten by any of the dog/bitch.

While sauntering through that path I had a picturesque depiction of everything around. I had walked through that path innumerable times but this time with no one around, everything looked very wondrous.

Being deprived of sleep, my eyes were getting heavy. However, the air seemed to be freshly, bracing and invigorate enough to keep me awake. A bunch of crowd, esp. The Professors and their families, was already astir, and was enjoying the morning walk. I could hardly find even a single student around. I even happened to confront a Professor with his wife, who passed on giving me a strange look. The street lights were suddenly turned off. The diurnal beings then seemed to be back into business.

The trees around looked magnificent. The leaves didn’t seem to abandon the trees yet, although the vibrancy of its contours seemed to fade slightly. Ladies jogging, cool breeze hushing, dogs defecating, birds chirping, night watchmen preparing for a changeover, Department fully mute and obtuse- all in the presence of a weak sunlight, while the sun itself below the horizon presented Nature at its best.

Appalled at the beauty of it all, I decided to sit down along the library stairs to just stare and gaze at it all. Everything looked fresh, crisp, dewy, innocent, peaceful and newfangled. The Nature appeared to move around, while I being stationary, the rest of the world appeared to continue ahead. It left me in a peaceful moment and longing for more, until I realized that I had a class at 9. 

QOTD (Quote of the Day): ''Lose an hour in the morning, and you will be all day hunting for it''. 

The rock-ribbed 'Red' in me.

Way back in 2002, nothing about the footballing world interested me. I was happy in my own world playing cricket, video games, collecting GI Joe’s and going to school. Even the 2002 Football World Cup which I  followed was because everyone at school was watching and talking about it. As most of my friends and relatives were talking about a nicely-rhymed 'Ronaldo-Rivaldo-Ronaldinho' trio of Brazil, I started supporting Brazil as I loved the rhyming scheme in the above deuce-ace, with no genuine mania for anyone from within. Slowly and steadily I developed a mild interest in the game with Brazil going all the way to life the trophy, and Ronaldo winning the ‘Golden Ball’.

That year I looked forward to the much talked about English Premier League (Courtesy: ESPN-Star Sports news-cum-talk shows). Initially, the League went completely over my head. With so many players playing for so many uncannily-named teams, I was completely jolted. Yet, I ended up learning the names of few English players and for the clubs they played. I very soon realized that England is the team to watch out for! I developed an intense charm for England- its players and their hot and sizzling wags. I also learnt a lot about Liverpool Football Club (LFC), where two of my favorite players (Steven Gerrard and Michael Owen) played. Then came Euros in 2004, the time when I was aware of a handful of players from the EPL (mostly English players). Consequently, I supported England with more passion this time but unluckily England was eliminated by Portugal in the quarter-finals in the penalties, but the heroics of Gerrard made me in complete awe of him!  I started admiring and following him with a lot of vigor, passion and dynamism. Later, during the EPL when I saw Gerrard playing for LFC, everything just clicked. I did not wake up one morning and say “I am going to support Liverpool today”, it was something that grew with me, it is more like a calling than anything. 

Being a Red unremittingly doesn’t make me have an aversion for other clubs and for those who support other clubs. I respect a lot of players who actually don’t play for LFC. I love the Football game in its pure form, and the players who play it so. Still, Liverpool is the club I have found an intense attachment for, and England is the country I can never stop supporting.  I have a 'little dream' of going to Anfield some day watching the Reds play and I, completely clad-in-Red with  a scarf on my shoulder reading, “You’ll never walk alone!”, dancing and singing to the tunes of the anthem! I’ll end on a high with the famous quote by former Liverpool Manager, Bill Shankley: ”Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, its much more serious than that.”

List 1: Celebrity Crushes

Few people come into your life so briskly, that their briskness crush you badly to an extent that you find yourselves admiring them with enormous cache, even after knowing that you probably won’t ever meet them let alone date. This is what is so absolving about the celebrity crushes. Since you most likely won't have a chance to hook up with the object of your crush under any circumstances, these circumstances become completely insignificant. You don't have to worry about whether or not the celebrity is single (or if you're single) or if he or she likes blondes or brunettes or even if the celebrity is gay or straight. It's all total fantasy so those inconvenient bits of reality don't matter at all.

Betokening thus, here I present a list of my female celebrity crushes (in the order of level of crush-ness, i.e. in increasing order):

10. Elizabeth Banks (From The 40-year old virgin to Definitely May Be to Spider Man to the Uninvited, this blonde looks blistering hot!) 

9. Zooey Deschanel (An unusual liking for her, as some faces remind you of someone. She is nonetheless stunning and sensational! Watch out for her in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy!)  

8. Elisha Cuthbert  (I could pay a huge amount to chunk to book a flat beside her's to make her the girl next door for me, any day!)

7. Ke$ha (This party image girl with her messy hair, smeared makeup, and garbage-chic apparels always has a way to appeal! My mobile snooze always has Ke$ha singing, 'Tik Tok' and waking me up everyday. For those, who think her to be a drunk Taylor Swift, Up Yours!)  

6. Alex Curran (If Gerrard allows, she is the only sensational tan I’d ever love to date owing to her hotness level!)

5. Gemma Atkinson (If hotness is what we are talking about, here is this English lingerie-model to look out for. Remember her as the ex-wag of C. Ronaldo!) 

 4. Kristen Stewart (Coming to life from the Twilight series, this vampire lover definitely has it to blow off the minds! Blown away, am I, undoubtedly!)

 3. Megan Fox (Dressed Up or Dressed down! Whatever way, she is stunning hot! Never mind considering her as a Sex symbol.)

 2. Cobie Smulders (Perfect figure, adorable smile, beautiful accent, amazing as Robin Scherbatsky in HIMYM. Do I need to say more?) 

1. Katy Perry (With daisy dukes and a bikini on top, the lady has killed me with her exquisite smile and enchanting eyes. Lucky bastard have you been, Russel Brands!)

 

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These have been my Top 10 biggest celebrity crushes till date. I honestly don’t know which big supermodel is going to crush me next, heavily in juggernaut style.  Whoever it may be, it perhaps has nothing to do with my real life. All I can say is certain aspects of people appeal you in some way or the other, but who does know the reality anyway?

P.S: The dream date for me any day ought to be with my dream girl, Katy Perry.

P.P.S: It hardly matters if my list doesn’t match with yours. Few things are meant to be different.

P.P.S: After a series of philosophical posts, I have been planning to write my first soccer post. Ensuing, it may be!

P4S: I had been planning to present a series of Lists of various things. This was one of the coming few.

P5S: As far as the pictures I have used, I agree to the fact that they lack pellucidity. Courtesy: Sluggish Jawahar Internet connection + Lazy arse of mine! 

Why, Aisha?

Finally after a long hiatus, I am back with Aisha, but why, Aisha? Why only, Aisha? After  nuking my buzz and twitter with posts reflecting my insatiable desire to watch Aisha so many times, I eventually ended up watching it  a month after its release, and trust me, I was not at all unsated! I don’t intend to write a review of the movie here, but I certainly intend to indite - Why, Aisha?

So a take on why, Aisha?  

1. If you simply love the name, Aisha.
2. If you have an appetite for humor and style quotient.
3. If you crave for uptown super rich chicks wearing tank-tops and short-skirts! 
4. If you have read 'Emma' by Jane Austen, watched the Hollywood adaptation, 'Clueless' but still want to cherish some desi-spin on the story.
5. If you want to witness a movie that goes without any heavy-duty ‘drame baazi’, and prompts you to ponder on the perils of misconstrued romance.
6. If you want to believe that howsoever bitchy, cattish and arrogant a girl may seem from the glossy cover, she definitely has a soft corner which is gooey and mawkish.
7. If you want to watch out for Sonam Kapoor as an actor in one of her very neat and substantial performances!
8. If you are planning for a date, this could just be the ideal date flick!

The plot is almost unchanged from the original classic work of Jane Austen, Emma. Aisha, however, is more treatment-oriented than story-driven, relying on dialogues, individual scenes and quirky characters to do the trick. To a large extent, it succeeds too. 

The pre-interval portion is breezy and Shefali`s (Aisha’s small town friend) innocence coupled with Aisha’s hoity-toity act keeps the proceedings interesting. The friendly sparring between Aisha and Arjun (Abhay Deol), and scenes involving Randhir(Cyrus Sahukar) and Pinky(Ira Dubey) enliven the film and at half-time you are upbeat and hopeful. Post-interval, though, the film’s pace dips and you soon realise that the makers succumbed to a more convenient route. However, everyone looks so watchable that the movie would hold you in command till the very end plus some brisky and bouncy songs amid the story will never let you down.

Devika Bhagat,the film’s screenplay writer, with the film’s director Rajshree Ojha, has kept the essence of Austen’s classic intact and focused more on the presentation. With producer Rhea (actor Anil Kapoor’s younger daughter), the troika of women has managed to serve a palatable chick flick, but one which is not without its share of shortcomings and cliches. 

The movie is certainly not that serious to bog you down, or not so frivolous to be dismissed, it just goes so very well to glue you till the end. So, why waiting? Go, get, Aisha!

My 'Gene' is selfish ?

It happens to be that phase of my life when this little thing called ‘mind’ has been constantly searching for reasons and answers to almost everything around! In the quest for these answers, I have continuously been fooled by many things – be it randomness, be it luck, be it the Nash Equilibrium, be it the Laws of attraction or be it simply, a gene!

I lately concluded reading 'The Selfish Gene', by Richard Dawkins, which in many ways cleared the junk out of my brain!  The skill of Dawkins, as a writer, is that he has managed to convey the role that genes have had in our (and all life's) evolution. We know that genes determine the color of our eyes, our bodily features, certain physical traits and our susceptibility to certain diseases. However, what Dawkins shows is rather more fundamental and remarkable than that!

As a man of extreme intellect and analytical mastery, his logic throughout the book is very clear, vivid and easy to follow. All of us know how natural selection (i.e survival of the fittest) has played a role in the way species have evolved. It has previously been accepted that natural selection happens at the individual level or according to many, at the Group Level. However completely diametric to this, Dawkins proposes that natural selection (and evolution) happens at the level of the gene, thereby flourishing the 'Gene-centered view of evolution' or 'gene selection theory', and consequently surpassing the 'Organism-centered view of evolution'.

Dawkins even term 'Organisms' as 'Vehicles' or 'Survival Machines' of the genes. From the gene's point of view, evolutionary success ultimately depends on leaving behind the maximum number of copies of itself in the population. Since close relatives of an organism share some identical genes, a gene can also increase its evolutionary success by promoting the reproduction and survival of these related or otherwise similar individuals. Hence "selfish actions" of the gene are the "unselfish actions" of the organisms.

The best part of the book for me was when Dawkins highlights how and why Nice guys always Finish First? His exemplary view on the 'Prisoner’s dilemma' combined with the Tit-for-tat strategy, and how being nice, forgiving, and not envious help in winning in gross situations where nasty strategies fail completely. Moreover, he even admits that 'Tit-for-tat Strategy' is still not the 'Evolutionary Stable Strategy(ESS)', which according to Dawkins is a strategy that does well against copies of itself. The rationale for this is as follows. A successful strategy is one that dominates the population. Therefore it will tend to encounter copies of itself. Therefore it won't stay successful unless it does well against copies of itself.

"The Selfish Gene" did change my way of thinking and acting, apart from answering many weird questions  which my mind was burdened with. I can now look out at a crowd of people and imagine all of the trillions of little genes going about in these lumbering robots searching for ways to survive and replicate themselves. If life is a game, then this book definitely gives us a better understanding of that game and even gives us some potential strategies to help us and our genes excel in that game.

Thinking ? ... is just a waste of time!

Recently I got hold of an isolated-lying newspaper  amid the wee hours of a lecture class. While glancing over the pages, an article suddenly caught my attention.  On further reading this wonderful piece of writing I almost got  transmogrified. The manner in which I interpreted that article could be completely diametric to what the author wanted to convey  as the reasoning involved in drawing a conclusion or making a logical judgement solely depends on circumstantial evidence and prior conclusion rather than on the basis of direct observation.

My way of thinking, imagining, opining, reckoning and believing   has been continuously undergoing a change owing to some outstanding theories, work and philosophies of Taleb,  Carnegie, Dawkins and Darwin.  Fusing  my illation of the above-mentioned article and some little random philosophies I know, I put forth the following viewpoint.

Each day zillion of thoughts strike our neural cells hoping to grow bigger and turgid. This eventually blocks the space which the brain could have used for some other real time practical purposes. Each of these tiny thoughts has the potential and capability to develop into a massive bubble, whose size is directly dependent on our attachment with that particular thought process. More the attachment, more gets the thought-size, more striver we become by following, arguing, rationalizing, imploring, hoping, wishing, suggesting and agonizing on everything our mind tells us. Every single of these umpteen thoughts can fill the brain with such huge amount of junk that it would become impossible to cleanse it later when one senesce. On the contrary, if lesser heed is paid to these enormous thought bubbles, they conk out in their generative stage sparing  tremendous  amount of time and space to concentrate on our environs and ourselves. Self-discovery is what we usually work out  this way.

Thinking takes our mind into the past or future where life seems full of commotions, emotions, drama, happenings but with no reality at all. For reality, one needs  to be in the present, think of present, and that is only possible if one gives no way to thought-processes which chokes the mind’s capacity to focus on present. Hence,

                              “Stop Thinking! Know thyself! Live the Present!”

Luck - by chance!

Firstly this post has nothing to do with the movie ”Luck” starring Shruti Haasan in one of her most aphrodisiac performance, though the movie was nothing more than a total clunker. Having merely read one-fourth of “Fooled by Randomness” by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, I do not find myself in any comfortable position to comment or write a post about it, as it would present me nothing more than a naïve subject. The following post might or might not be linked to the gist of the above mentioned book, but not a single sentence of it has been plagiarized from the book or from anywhere else. This post is about ‘luck’ as I construe it.

Luck for me is ‘random’, i.e it lacks any order or plan or occurrence. Luck can be on your side in the morning for a particular task and can evade you in the evening for any other equivalent task. You wake up on time for your morning class is by sheer luck. Supposedly the alarm clock fails or you are floating in your world of surreal dreams so peacefully that you do not hear it ringing, you will surely miss the class owing  your misfortune to luck (or I’d define it as ill-luck). You are walking through a lane with your friend who suddenly slips and falls on a banana peel. This marks your friend’s ill-luck and your good luck because it could have happened the other way around. Luck favored you this time! Similarly if your girlfriend ditches you for some other person means luck disfavored you and favored the 'other person'. You can be the richest person in your town but ill-luck can make you a hapless victim in a matter of seconds. You can be on the zenith today but ill-luck can bring you down in a flip of seconds. Luck can make you win thousands of bucks in a Casino, Gambling or a Blackjack, but the same luck can disfavor you anytime. If you are the most lucky guy in your college you could be walking hand-in-hand with the hottest chick in town, but if you are oh-not-so-lucky kind of a guy you would be doing nothing more than driveling! Luck, undoubtedly is omnipotent and omnipresent but it lacks the orderliness.

People underestimate luck and perceive it as Non-luck (i.e Skills). Skills do define ourselves, our traits and our attributes, but without luck it has value equal to ZERO! Skills + Luck = Success, where "Luck >> Skills", thereby narrating the grandness of Luck! With Skills but without Luck, you can somehow manage to be on the top at the cost of your precious life. However with luck but without skills, you can manage to be on the top but will never have the fear of dying because of that factor called ‘Luck’! Thus, Luck is indeed a potent toxin, but yes it doubtlessly happen by mere chance if you happen to be 'lucky' enough!

Me, Environs and the Nature

The recent bargain which fetched me a 500 rupees gain turned out to be the best deal I ever had. I bought a much needed Hawk bicycle in exchange for my old never-exploited Razorback! This has not only demolished my exponentially rising Rickshaw bill but has also started saving my Time (by making me punctual at all the classes and labs), which I have been utilizing for some work or the other.

The initial week at college went as expected. ‘Department of Chemical Engineering’ yet seems to perplex me in many regards (details later). Even though many things have certainly changed. Our class room has been shifted from CH-102 to CH-201. So has the Professors, excepting the one who blessed me with a B the last Semester in a 4 credit course. The only good thing which seems to have happened to me so far is the Institute Elective  ‘IHS03-Group Dynamics’  I have gotten.

Amidst all this newness, I have bought some good Novels which includes “Fooled by Randomness” by Nassim Nicholas Taleb and “A biography of Benito Mussolini”, which will surely keep me busy for the next few weeks or so. I am also planning to get from somewhere “The Selfish Gene” by Richard Dawkins. I also planned to join Career Launcher, situated at a walking distance from the campus for attending CAT ’11 coaching classes. 


More than all this, I have been tweeting and blogging lately, rather than buzzing and updating my statuses on Facebook (details later).  I have started socializing less with the people, and on the contrary have started giving more importance to the tiny and little things of Nature happening around me, which is sometimes a weird buzz coming out of a bee or a cool breeze hushing past me. All such things have started giving me wonderful sane moments of glory and happiness, rather than the gibes and scoffs of humans. Only this way life seems marvelous to me! No, I am not on the path of becoming a recluse.

Two Doors Down, Third it is ..

The inception of Junior year was neither exciting nor commoving. The Registration bugger was turned Online from this year thereby reducing the workload from filling six colored cards to just two printouts thereby fooling us in regard to "Ragging affidavit-cum-Oath Commisioner dang"! However the nub of these printouts lied in the fact that details had to be filled Online to which the R-Server balked as usual. Somehow by hook or by crook this situation was bumped off, and there all Sophomores were legally set to enter into their Pre-Final year. *Glee*

This time my journey to R was accompanied by Ma, Pa and Sis. Consequently the trip, as expected, was full of advices, emotions, counseling. It all eventually turned into some thoughtful lessons on “How to keep your room clean?”, “How to maintain a balanced and healthy diet in R?” ,”How to excel abiding by the statement, ‘Early to bed and early to rise’?” , and a lot more. The room FT-18 was then blessed by their soulful ingress which soon followed by laying a wonderful calligraphic encryption on the room wall by my sis 'wishing me luck'. A walk through the Civil Lines and delicious lunch at Hotel Prakash with some little shopping followed next which concluded with hugs and kisses and then the Indigo racing away from Jawahar leaving me depondent all alone.

Dilemma, quandary and options ... ?

15 odd days left , followed by the lethal End-Term Examinations to conclude my awesome rattling Sophomore year, and commence my Junior year anew. Though I am still afraid of using any replacement for the term “rattling” above, because All’s well that ends well or Nothing is well, until it ends well! Thus, I wish 2-2 ends well too, to make that bountiful replacement.

At this particular juncture of time, an year ago, I remember I had a long-lived crush on Cobie. I mentioned the same in a post with reference to the “Green-Black Chemical Romance” thing. This time around, things have changed drastically. Anyways, I gave a glimpse of the Sem so far in my previous post, where I adverted at one place, “ I did not receive any mail from few big names where I was expecting my immersion during the Summer holidays for training purposes. However, I am happy training at my Dad’s workplace at DRDO forsaking those big names, finally. “. However within a fortnight, when I was certain of going with DRDO, I got copious mails and calls, all captivating! Thus, I am in a big fix at the moment. The options available for me as of now are as follows:

Option No. 1:  DRDO – and my passion for developing the algo:    I will be with my family, in my beloved city and at my Dad’s workplace with all needful facilities, ranging from Hi-Speed Broadband connectivity, Air-Conditioned Rooms, refreshments (Real Juice, Samosas, Sweets, etc available any time), a world class library, Dad’s counterparts well versed with C++ who could help me out any time regarding my project and make me learn a lot, and people who can tell me a lot about Defence mechanism, accessories and structure. All this without any charge or fees.

Option No. 2:  IIT Kanpur – and the value of this Intern: There was a Notice put up on our Channel-I long time back regarding some Internship at IIT Kanpur  under the aegis of Dr. Priya Ranjan (Department of Electrical Engineering, IIT K). It said,  ‘Stipend and Lodging would be made available at IIT Kanpur only, where the trainees would be undergoing training of one month and some Project work thereafter’. Yours truly applied for it without any vacillation, and these are the two replies I got from them :

First reply: 

 " Dear all, We will shortly announce the results of those who have qualified for the second round .Soon after we shall interview the people on the telephone and finally select the students. Students would be asked a few technical questions on the basis of what do they have filled in the form."

Followed by this later:  

 “Dear all, Firstly, we would like to apologize for being so late in announcing the results.About 953 students  from all 7 IIT's Competed for the Internship program.Our team had a very tough time in selecting the students. 

It gives me Immense pleasure to inform you that you have been selected in the Young Engineers Team as "Internees-W" for the Summer Session-2010.The terms and Conditions of the Internship are as follows :

1)Rs.2500 as stipend for the full program.

2) Accommodation arrangements by YEINDIA in a Hostel."

NOTE :Pre Placement Offer shall be provided to those who are found to be extraordinary”.

All this also seems to be an eye-candy. Confusion seems to be creeping up!

Option No. 3: iDubba –and the platform it would provide me: There is an EDC Society at IIT Roorkee  which started an “Startup Internship fair” for the students of IIT Roorkee this time. I applied for it long time back by submitting my resume. The team EDC forwarded my Resume to some notable startups, one of them being iDubba, which was “started with an intention to revolutionize the way Television is watched in today’s hi-tech, technology driven World. It’s an online and mobile platform to help users get instant information about what’s happening on TV based on their profile, geography and behaviour. Our aim is to become one stop platform to satisfy all TV related needs of today’s modern man. We are working to build a new generation TV guidance system, recommendation platform and information source specifically targeting Indian users, media, broadcasters and advertisers.”

This is the reply I received from them:  

"Hi Abhishek, Thanks for showing interest in our organization. We are glad to inform you that we have shortlisted your resume for internship program at our organization. We would like to have a one to one session either on phone or in person to give you an idea of our project and tasks involved. Let me know when we can have this session." 

I gave the concerned person some time slot at which he called me up, and told me about the work which I was supposed to do. The incentives which would be provided included the stipend, accommodation and the certificate of appreciation, plus the perfect work-environment in their Main Center at Noida.

Option No. 4: ClipWeave – the most faint choice: Here are the two mails which depict my tryst with ClipWeave.

a) Mail 1 from Team EDC: 

“Your resumes have been sent to ClipWeave. The internship profile of the start-up is available at xyz.com . Please go through the profile. You may get interview calls from the company if your resume gets shortlisted.”

b) Followed by the mail from ClipWeave later:  

“Hi Abhishek,
This has reference to your application for summer internship to ClipWeave. We have shortlisted you for the next round. Now, we'd like you to take a small programming test to help us evaluate your skills. Please complete the test by tomorrow evening so that we can proceed with our process.”

I didn’t give any of the above-mentioned Test to which they did send me a reminder twice each after extending the date. I still have ample of time to complete it. 

P.S: All the above options are equally good, captivating and confusing. Next few days, I seriously need to ponder over it to decide the best out of the rest! I hope I do take decision wisely.

P.P.S:  My Sleeping disorder is yet not in order. All hail Jay Sean, Anya Marina, Papa Roach, T.I, and some random hindi songs.

Cheers! Ciao …