Saturday, April 28, 2012

ADIEU AMBROSIA - Inclination of Enthusiasm...... part-2

Well, before reading, let me assume that you had read the part-1 of this article.....

if you hadn't, here is the link.....

ADIEU AMBROSIA - Inclination of Enthusiasm...... part-1

Next day, I extracted few more from last day experience and reached the venue (our collge, where else) at 1pm and program was yet to begin. It was farewell day and thats why I went there. Yeah, I love my seniors. They deserve more than what they got, but.......... They knew, they were from GBPEC, what else could the expect.

The engine was fuelled up by "ki tenu samjhawan ki" sung by Mr.(ya Ms) Gunjan, obiviously at his best. Again. Kishore da's song sung by promising retro rocker Sanjay. A fantabulous robotic moves by Amit, Mani & .......... (I forgot the name: sorry buddy). A filler poem by Charu (Pradeep) had hints us that Kumar Vishwas 2.0 is few practice away. Final round of fresher event (not a round actually) had decided few categorial awards including Mr. & Ms. fresher award (congrats to all of them, do comment their names, if you know).

Battle of bands: This is what which ignited the charged fuel within us. Literally. there were some awesome bands had partticipated viz. Trinetra, Samay yantra, rudra, lafze-e-dilli and few others. They tried their best and make us groove. During all these events, our loving seniors were trying to conquere YAMAHA (Whatever, may be its the reason for collision of dates, but they missed it. Rather, I must say, we missed their presence). Neverthless, the bands were really good and the winner of Rs. 15000 cash Prize, were Samay yantra: the time machine, my 2nd favouriate of these bands. I liked lafz-e-dilli the most. Heart breaking Minority of our college (yes, i am talking about estrogen driven population, girls of our college) were also cheering the bands with equal enthusiasm & energy.

(What we call a girl who cheers?........).

And there comes the guest for today; our seniors, who had host freshers' event for our batch. "Good-bye" was sung by Tuheer & Saurabh. Unluckily some performances had been killed off including lyrics-rap by Yogesh from MAE 3rd year (Honey singh 2.0). The basketball court was turned into dinner-hall (or dinner-corner, rather) which constitutes sweet-deficient food items (yeah, the limited count had brought us again into reallity). The food was Punjabi, but taste wasn't.

But we ate anyway. Lots of clicks & flashes followed the league. I am telling you, these digital cameras has created lots of fake photogenic materials (I was one of them too......... oops). Seniors had dragged us to the dance floor and we ruffled there. We proves our expertise in shaking our body and showed up our dancing skill. Since everyone had their own unique genre of Hip-notising, nobody cares to appreciate others' skill. We were too busy to pay attention to others. We thrashed the floor freestyle, on the beats of dj (believe me, we could do it on generators sound too, just in case) until they called off the show. Not to forget our seniors too were awarded with sachet like Mr. Dabangg (Nikhil Bhatodiya) and Mr. GBPEC (Mohit Dalal). Hitesh sir, rocked the stage both with his song & his aggressive speech. (well, it wasn't a speech actually its the sheer truth).

Senior girls were looking overgorgeous generously today. All from ECE.

Heck!!! Again mechie-female-scarce. I must say, If GBPEC is female deficient, mechanical is its extinct version. Well, we wished them for their coming future and left....... tearlessly. We love you all. We, will miss you. Thanks for being our technical guardians: seniors.

In the end, the support & hardwork of co-ordinators, Head Co-ordinators and volunteers was backbone of this event. This could be understood that this event could had been done without them but not the way it had been concluded despite of bad weather and inevitable college's issues. Head co-ordinators Sachin, Abhishek and Amritanshu alongwith dedicated co-ordinators and volunteers had did a good job behind the stage. Their hardwork alongwith all participants and anchors needs a whoo...... Cheers to them.

I must say,

Written by:
Abhishek Bhopali.

ADIEU AMBROSIA - Inclination of Enthusiasm...... part-1

Technically it’s over. There are no more performances left but the energetic bot in us are still in "Rock-on" mode. Yes, I am talking about Annual fest-cum-Farewell ceremony for 2008-2012 batch of our college G.B.Pant Engg. College.

Before beggining lets clear out what this title means technically.
Adieu; a french word; means goodbyes....... with sweet memories ofcourse.
Ambrosia means a stuff that taste or smell best (yes, i know u are mocking playfully reading this if belongs to gbpec somehow. But hell yeah, its true). It could be refers as (roman) god's food.
My sincere thanks to Ms. Nilpa for "ADIEU" poster design (yeah, that was funky.) while credit for "Ambrosia" should be pocketed to Yogesh.

As proposed date was announced more than 8 weeks before the D-day. Finally, it was pinned as 26th and 27th April (previously, it was 19th-20th April). Program schedule sheets were prepared, admit passes (each ensures valid entry for 2) had been printed & distributed, and later, its inevitability had been killed off. What the........ . Anyways........ .
We were asked to come to college at 10 am; sharp. (please don't laugh, I love my college....... err I have to pass the exam actually). These 3 years in college had taught me the meaning of sharp w.r.t. GBPEC. Yes, as I told you, our college has have a tolerance of 2 hours. Minimum. Even after 12 pm (noon, literally), they were still positioning the sound equipments.

Our principal (personally, we have no principle of our own; mind the spelling & its subsequent meaning) had lit up the worship lamp and Ambrosia begins officially. An audibly awesome "Sarswati Vandana" was performed by Ms. Gunjan........err....Mr. Gunjan and our junior batch mates. What followed next is the Welcome ceremony of hosts. (Yes, there were no guest whom we could call Chief-guest, at all. All were college belongings). Our Principal Sir had addressed our female-deficient college. Apparently I couldn't tell about the speech as I had put on my headphones at highest possible volume, intentionally indeed. Various singing & dancing performances were done. Some of them were really appreciable. A play called “Audition" was almost awesome as poor sound management had ruined the fun (I know because I had watched almost every practice held for the same as they were my classmates). Well, it’s all are the parts of the game. Roses with thorns....... we all know. Nevertheless, we thoroughly enjoyed the act; especially the character of "thief" played by Jatin Mittal and "Ravana" by Pradeep a.k.a. Charu, both from mechanical 3rd year. Yes I am a machie too.

Fresher's event (first round) had been appreciably better (than in three year, I know this college). I must say, these freshies had really got some talent, or rather we can say; they got a better platform than that of their senior batches. A pool of confident and smart boys & proportionally small count of catchy girls (yeah, it’s engineering college; what else you expect from a college with 40:1 gender ratio). Lunch break was announced officially but we had it already hour before. (Yes, we were that hungry. Also we are machie, I told you no). Prize distribution ceremony had taken about an hour. Yeah, to me the feeling was envious. But still, the talent must be appreciated. Isn’t it? Anulekha (university ranker), Sandeep and Arpan had conquered academically from our class. (Yeah, envious but felt good at the same time).  Lots of sports awards were also bagged. After few performances nature had shown its anger for Ambrosia (may be the stuff that smell better did not taste good, i guess). The rain had interrupted the event but not our zest. (We killed our time in enjoying upstairs & scarce-birdwatching; also some microsoft birds were graced the venue). Naak-Mukka performance had rocked the event on resume. Some other performances had concluded well. Fresher's event, round two, had filtered some creamy freshies. And it rained again, this time with more energy, hydraulic ofcourse. (Yes, nature was really pissed off by now). The event seemed to be f___ed, (failed, I meant). Again same funda of killing time was adapted plus clicking & watching our photographs & the stage performances of our friends.

Again, after resuming event (yeah, even nature had gave up at our gist) some performances were conducted. Though, some of them had been pushed on the list for next day. Fashion show, the event we waited most impatiently had been breathtaking especially the girls( heeeheeeheeee, just kidding. ). The extraordinary were the skit acted by Abhishek Chhilwar, Sachin Kumar, Rahul Katna (All again are machies) and Shambhavi Chaudhary (ECE 2nd year). It was an awesome act whose title was not defined expecting us to do the same. If I would be suggested to entitle that catchy performance, I'd like to call it "OXYMORON tragedy at Bust stand."

Moreover, RJ Rahoul Martin from Big 92.7 FM had showed up to catalyse the event and fired up the show. This activated energy of ours supposed to be invested in JAM-session but DJ Mohit had broke our heart. Not that music selection was bad, but it failed to prove compatible the enthusiasm. But what I feel is, a dj can never do his best under boundations. We are in GBPEC, remember!!! Despite of all the student demand, the show was called off before 8pm. welcome to GURGAON............. (literally).

End of day 1.

To be continued in part- 2.......http://oyebhopali.blogspot.in/2012/04/adieu-ambrosia-inclination-of_28.html

Saturday, April 7, 2012


Far away somewhere in intergalatic path, the soul of our Ancestor meets with an Alien in  any Unknown milky way. Though Aliens were very developed but not enopughh to get the detailed information about any creature by just seeing it. Alien had a hard time in recognising our ancestor. Mr. Ancestor, though had interpreted his fucked-up mental situation and introduced himself as the Ancestor of the human being from a planet called Earth.

Alien:-  oh yeah..... I knew them but you looked pretty different from those stupid morons.

Ancestor:- Hey, have you lost your mind. You are calling my succesors stupid and moron right infront of me.

Alien:- Oh, I'm sorry. But I am telling you, they are quite different from the way you are. We know almost every thing about them. They are full of Ego and stupidity.

Ancestor (puzzled by his statement) :- what you mean to say? How the hell they can be different from me?

Alien:- Don't ya know. Not only in the way they looks but in character, nature and also the way they are living.

Ancestor:- Nope! I have no idea, I am wandering here in Galxy since last 200 years and have no idea how my succesors are? I want to go again on earth and praying to almighty for the samr. Can you tell me how they are  different from me? (He proposed his urge to know about his fucked-up succesors, as the Alien told him)

Alien:- I can, but I afraid you would have a hard time in digesting the truth. I suggest you quit the idea of knowing them.

Ancestor (Excited like hell):- I want to know about them. Plissssss....

Alien:- Ok, I'll tell you if u insist.

Ancestor:- Yeah, I'll be obliged to you. I am unable to get them know ever since I died 200 years ago. I really need to know.

Alien:- Ok listen. As being an advancely developed creature of this Universe, we researched about every possible existence of life on any planet of this universe. Every planet where life is possible are normal except your earth. Creatures on your earth are most skewed, especially the human beings. They are fairly selfish and coward creature we had ever known. I am telling y.......

Mr. Ancestor interrupted him. He could not believe him and was angry enough to slap him. But he checked himself knowing the consequence of it.

 Ancestor (Almost pissed off):- How dare you callinmg them selfish and coward. We had learned to invent things for satisfying the human needs much before my existence. It should have continue the development path which works well for the well for the entire earth. I guess they had became the most superpower by now. I bet you are lying.

Alien (Understanding his mental Dellimma):- Ofcourse they are developed enough to fulfill all their own needs and make their life super easy as compared to that of your time. They had domesticated innocent animals, sometime for their needs; sometime for mere fun. They are busy in fighting for stupid issues.

Ancestor:- Oh you mean they are still fighting against hunger, poverty and natural calamaties evn after all these years?

Alien:- No no no my dear. They are too busy to fight for these silly things. They had lot more reasons to fight for.

Ancestor (confused enough to ask):- If these are not the reason, then what exactly they are fighting for.

Alien:- Oh they have lots more options available today. Actually, they had becaome a fighting-bot by now. They always find an excuse to war for. Most of the time they create an excuse and then war over it. They have more and more reasons to fight for. Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, Iraq, Iran, Pakistan, Kashmere etc. are some of the never-ending list of excuses to fight for.

Ancestor:- You mean they fight for counties, states and even small pieces of lands?

Alien:- Not only that. They had infinite no. of reasons to fight for. Even some time they fight for proving their dominancy. And above all, if they have no reasons to fight, they fight over caste and religeon.

Ancestor:- What? I mean fighting for pieces of lands is understandable, but what he heck is this fight for religeon? How is it possible for someone to fight for religeon.

Alien:- This is unique fighting mechanism under which a community or group of people kill peoples of their comunity only to prove the superiority of their religeon. This is their copyright invetion. I told you they are most skewed creature we had ever known.

Ancestor:- Gosh! Dont they have any other job to do other than waring over these silly issues?

Alien:- Ofgcourse they have. They invest all the time remains after war into killing their unborn daughters, killing wives for dowry, corruption, terrorism , increasing population etc. etc. etc. I told you, they are superbusy as never.

Ancestor:- Why on earth they are doing this? Don't they have any leader or governance to curb these bullshits?

Aliens. Oh my dear, time have been changed now. Now these goverment and leaders are the unofficial sponser of all these good deeds. They rule these peoples, loot them and direct them to go for war with. These leaders are the roots of corruption and terrorism. Actually their moral vales are inversly proportional to their development. The more they are developing, they more they are prone to loose their ethics and morals.

Ancestor:- What the hell? I can't believe my sons can go this low. I was praying to god to send me to earth again but now I must thank him for not sending me there. And Thank you for telling all these.

Alien:- Its my pleas.............

Mr. Alien was intervened by a high piched ringtone on his intergallactic mobile phone. He looked at it and then pressed the red button of his phone hard enough to  switch it off. He took a huge breath of relief after it.

Ancestor:- Why you switched off your phone? And can I know who was that on other side of the phone?

Alien:- Oh yeah. It was your succesors, the same humans from earth. They were trying to know if anyone exist in universe other than them. We always reject their signal in order to avoid them from knowing us. We don't want to give them another aspect for war. Whatever be the reason, they would find an excuse to war with us. Though we can easily win over them but we bilieve Prevention is better than cure afterall. Also, we have lots of Productive things to do.

Mr. Alien left for his planet but the soul of our Mr. Ancestor is still wonderingabout his earth. If we wanna live like this then OKAY, but if not then think......... is this what we have got our life for. Its solely our choice to define our way of living.

Happy fighting.

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