New Year of a Software Engineer

I never thought that 10 people will meet up for celebrating New Year Eve, 3 years after finishing our Engineering. Things turned out well. We started cooking chicken and bad boys : ) were getting ready for boozing... Happy New Year 2006.

Champs started discussing their good old College days. Suddenly someone asked about Anita, the most beautiful junior who’s also working in Bangalore. Champs started pulling each other’s leg mentioning each other’s crushes. All of a sudden one among us (not me hehe) dialed her number. She attended the call and everyone chatted with her. It was fun to watch them.

Then came apna hero Nikhil and he wanted to talk to her. Others were not willing to hand over the phone as he drank a bit more. Somehow he managed to get the phone and started talking to her.

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Anita: Great!! You guys got time to meet up.
Nikhil: Well.. It was a busy schedule.. But, Friends first..
Anita: What are you guys doing now..
Nikhil(with a slow voice): They are boozing..
Anita: Hahaha.. And you?
Nikhil: Me??? I am studying Java..

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Wishing you all a wonderful and fun filled New Year Ahead.. Don’t forget to read and write more in 2008….

College politics- Chapter1 Library

During 5^th semester, one fine Wednesday after the classes were over, we were discussing about Globalisation, America's Imperialism and the supposed-to-be-brilliant topics. Being a college unit executive member of Students Association party, I never missed any of those sessions. It was almost 5 pm and there comes our junior Alok with a complaint.

Alok: Ranjit, Librarian closed the door of Library when I was about to enter the Library. It is still not 5pm.

(Ranjit was the then secretary of Students Association college unit)

Ranjit(angrily): How dare??... What is happening in this college? We shouldn't allow these imperialist forces to take control of things.. We should raise our voices... Alok, you shouldn't worry about this issue anymore.. The party (Students Association) will take care of this.. (issue).

Alok(1^st semester student): Thanks a lot Ranjit Bhai..

Ranjit (5^th Semester student): That's fine.. We are gonna solve the issue right now.. Tell me one thing, Where is the library?

Alok: I am sorry.. I came to the wrong person.. I don't have any complaint..

Thank God.. Ranjit didn't reach anywhere in the state or National politics till now :)

Dil Chahta hain

.........One was lavender and the other was a dark blue shirt. Sunday early morning only I was able to decide which shirt to wear. Nervous?? Yes I was. Saturday night itself i had polished my shoes. Everything was planned. Just before I started my journey I rang her and informed that I shall reach bangalore SBC station at around 11 am. My train starts at 7:30 am.

Now a small flashback, in college canteen..

Ranjna: What plans for the final year seminar?
Ameen: No plans as of now.... <Suddenly idea strikes....> What about contacting someone from PES College.
Ranjna: It's in Bangalore itself and is easy for me. But I don't know anyone over there?
Ameen: I have a friend in final semester Electronics. He can arrange for visitor pass. You can search the library and may look in the archives for some interesting topics. What say?
Ranjna: That sounds good.
Ameen: This sunday I am not much occupied (As if i am busy on other weekends). I can accompany you.
Ranjna: So we will go this Sunday..

Flashback over..
Whether I was in love with Ranjna or not is altogether a different topic. But somehow I loved the moments i spent with her. I considered this as a golden chance to roam around Bangalore alongwith her. These words echoed in my mind, 'if you want something desperately, the entire universe help you to achieve it. '

I booked the tickets and saw one train slowing down at my station. I was wrong. The train was rather starting than stopping.I asked someone in the staion about the timings of my train. He showed me the moving train.

Damn!!...
Again, those words echoed in my mind, 'If you want something desperately......' Without wasting time, I started running after the train. Believe it or not, the train stopped and the train driver appreciated my dedication which forced him to stop the train...

After getting down at SBC station, I rang her as per the plan.

Ameen: Can i talk to Ranjna?
Otherside: 1 min
After some time, Ranjna: Ranjna here..
Ameen: Hei. It's I. I have reached Bangalore.
Ranjna: Sorry Ameen.. You may proceed.. We have some guests today.. I shall go and collect some other day..

Yeah... Dil bahut kuch chahta thaaa...

When you grow up

What do you want to be when you grow up? The question he kept on hearing throughout his childhood days. All his peers wanted to be an Engineer or a Doctor. Little Ameen never had a difficulty in answering this. He replied, 'Postman'. The entire family laughed at the kid.

'The grownups are very strange. What is there to laugh in this', Ameen wondered. His father, along with his uncles and family is working in middle east. Those days, his mom receives snail mail weekly or fortnightly. There used to be almost a celebration on the day she receives the mail.

Little Ameen related all this festival mood to the most important person who brought happiness to his house. 'THE Postman'. He relaxes in the chair by reading the newspaper. He gets tea whenever he visits Ameen's house.

Little Ameen wanted to bring happiness to everyone and decided to be a Postman but ended up as a Software Engineer.

Friends,
What you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Mathematics ....

In the name of Allah..

Aravind was a below average student and was never a competitor for me during our primary schoolings. Had there been a rolling trophy for achieving ‘Class first’ in Mathematics, I should’ve kept it at my house permanently (ahem ahem..) Given an option of full marks in Maths plus Zero in all other subjects, I should have selected that. Such was my craze towards Math.

During 6^th grade, it was a fine day till I was shocked to see the progress report of Aravind securing 92 marks out of 100. Unfortunately I was pushed to the second rank (Maths) in the class with 82 marks. Needless to say I was very sad about this whole incident. It was during second half of the day that, Aravind came to my desk and did that revelation. His actual mark is 23 out of 50. By mistake the teacher quadrupled his score in lieu of doubling it. He wanted me to keep it as a secret.

I don’t remember whether I agreed to his suggestion or not but after the correction of his report card, I do remember his redden face (Between You and me Shh….). Losing the ‘Class first’ title for Mathematics to anyone was unthinkable for me. Do you think that, 14 years before, I was wrong?

The first step...

In the name of lord who taught me how to write.

To start with, why the name 'Al ameen'? In Arabic, it means honest. There are mainly 3 reasons for that.

• During 6th century AD, there lived a prophet of Islam, Muhammad (peace be upon him) in Arabia. He was the leader of Muslim community. Regardless of the religion, people of Arabia called him as 'Al ameen', the honest. Ironically, his enemies believed in his honesty and used to give their precious holdings to Muhammad (pbuh) for protection when they were on war with him.

• Coin collection is one of the hobbies which I started in my childhood days. I don't remember when I started this, but I do remember when I stopped. I was of age 4 and it was a Sunday morning. My grand father went out to visit some of his friends. I found his valet near his pillow. I opened it and to my surprise, I found good amount of coins and currencies. I took all the coins and threw away the currencies (those days, I was not as intelligent as I am now... J ). Later my father came home and found currencies all over the bed and coins in my hand. Should I explain what happened next?? After 30 mins, my back was full of artistic patterns.. Dear friends, it did hurt at that young age. But I became happy after 5 mins when my father offered me some chocolates and when I found his eyes were wet. He told me, 'You should never lie or steal'. After that I've never lied to my father.
  

• I perform fasting during the month of Ramzan. One other thing I do in this month is to take some new resolutions at the end of month. Last year, I checked the number of lies I tell on an average day. It came to around 15 even though most of them were harmless. I didn’t take too much time for deciding my new resolution. Yup!!! I am not going to lie anymore...

Disclaimer:- In the best interest of my friends, colleagues and acquaintances I might not use the correct name of people here.