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Anuvrat vs Anuvrat

Warning: This is an extremely boring narration on Anuvrat. It is only me, me and me. So you might want to skip right over it. :)

The story of my life! I need not look into more than 4 years into my past to compare the boy I was and the guy I have come to be. I remember vaguely declaring to anybody who would care to listen, before going to IIT Kharagpur, that I shall come out as a man unchanged in habit and manners. Times Change, People Change – I know. Yet, there was this belief in me that I shall remain the same person that I had always been at school. I was happy then. I had just realized the then biggest dream of getting into an IIT. What else did I need? No reason to alter myself I thought.

And my first year friends will acknowledge the fact that I remained the same shy, introverted person throughout the first year. Slept at 10. Would keep my room clean. Cared a lot for my possessions. Avoid anything unfamiliar. Rather stay in the background than try to get noticed. This was Anuvrat Singh, JEE404, in the year 2005.

I was fortunate enough to make an amazing group of friends – Ketan, Naresh, Ritej, Akhilesh, Akshit, Rohit, Ved, DC, Srinath, Gyanendra. Each of them unique in a special way. They started influencing me. But did I know back then that they would completely overhaul my personality? No is the simple answer. I still missed my school friends a lot.

Then came the dreaded second year – The Orientation Period, as it is called. I was boarded at the Radha Krishnan Hall of Residence. This was the year I started becoming more confident of myself. I was learning to say No. There was this painting on the walls of my room. The caption said – What are you waiting for, Reveal Yourself. I made new friends this year in Ratno, Siddhartha, Raunaq, Shadab, Nitin and Arpan.

But I remained the honest introvert. In fact, also confused.

The third year came along. A few more people became important to me. Birinder Tiwana and his brother Birjodh. The two were the complete opposites of me. This was the year when all the people would be trying to land a foreign internship. And I did! I remember the date – 7th December (only because it coincides with the birthday of a friend) – when I received the mail. I was selected at EPFL!

And this was the point from which I never looked back again - or so I feel. It all happened so suddenly and magically. Time seems to have sped by swiftly since then. So many eventful days. I think this is when I started changing. I no longer missed my school friends. I completely got over them.

Arpit, Vinu and Varun became friends – we were all headed to EPFL. The 6th semester was spent planning the great vacation at Switzerland. Rohit too was accepted at a university in the same country. We got ourselves schengen visas. We were going to tour Europe!

And the three months at Switzerland was like some surreal dream. It was the first time I went shopping alone. I wasn’t afraid to be myself anymore. I could openly express my opinions. I was way more confident of myself than I had ever been. I was happy – a happy which was different from the happy after clearing the JEE. And I liked it. I wanted more of it. I wanted to be happy. I did not want to be bothered with future anymore. I wanted to live the present. This was the time I actually started dreaming. I wanted to live up my dreams.

Back at Kharagpur for the final year, I could feel my Swiss enthusiasm to have been carried over here as well. I was smiling like all the time. I had become overly energetic. Half the time I was jumping around in my room. I was happier than I had ever been in my lifetime. I was chatting with people more than I ever did – just so that you know, I hate socializing. I was spending a lot of time with my friends. Akshit’s careless attitude I liked, Naresh’s dedication to work I appreciated. We had lots of parties – like almost every other weekend.

I got back in touch with more than a couple of school friends – thanks orkut. I had a facebook account! I was starting to interact with people in public chats. I made a few online friends – people I have never met but have chatted to.

Come January and I had a job. Life couldn’t have been merrier. We bunked classes and went to a trip of Dehradun. We were white river rafting while our classmates were busy solving homework assignments. March and April was literally like the month of parties all around. This was Anuvrat Singh, o5CS1023, graduating in the year 2009.

Those two semesters completely changed the person I was. It’s like a feeling of being rejuvenated. I probably still am an introvert, but I make a sincere effort to interact with people. I try to influence people all around myself with my enthusiasm and excess energy. I don’t like to sit at home anymore. I want to hang out. Any place will do. Bike trips – bring it on. I am game for any adventurous activity you can come up with. It’s like I have discovered someone within me, someone totally different, and he wants to reveal himself.

This is why, of late, I have been feeling more at home with my friends at Bangalore than in Hyderabad. At home my activities are curbed. Also, at Hyderabad, I go back to being the old Anuvrat which I do not want to any more. Its like alter ego taking over me.

When at Bangalore, it is I who decides what to do with my time. I sometimes go to office at midnight. I sometimes go for coffee at 1 am. Sometimes, we are just making noise the whole night, watching movies or playing cards. Security guard calls on us to cut down the volume, but we don’t care. On more than a couple of occasions we have spent over 1K on just dinner! We are quite spontaneous in what we do – never planning ahead, just doing whatever pleases us.

And then I come to Hyderabad, I am with my parents – civilized and mannered. Then I go back to being a prick at Bangalore. Then once again I am at Hyderabad, where there are so few friends – all of them working, none of them has time to meet me during the weekdays. Then I am back at Bangalore, having a jolly good time with my flatmates on a Wednesday evening. Another weekend, I am in Hyderabad and spend my night surfing the net and doing nothing productive. I am now in Bangalore, working late night on a piece of code. I am at Hyderabad, bored and nothing to do. I am at Bangalore, all the friends just 10 minutes away, never alone, never bored and always happy.

I do not know what gets into me when I come back home. It’s like two people entwined into one, controlled by an automatic toggle switch which controls the dominant personality. But I want to get rid of the old me completely. People often stare into infinity and with a smile assert that school days had been the best time of their life. I am at loss at how to explain people that perhaps those years were the most boring ones that I have ever had. I love the friends I made back then, but I detest the person I was in school.

It’s become too long now. I just want to declare now that I have indeed changed a lot. I just know one thing now – I want to make all my dreams come true. No matter how unreasonable they are, I don’t care what I have to do for that, I don’t mind being a rebel, the society does not bother me any more. I am selfish now, and it is this passion of being happier than the happiest person I have ever met which drives me. And as always, I want to remind myself -

What good is money if I have no family and friends to spend the fortune on.

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Rejuvenation 2

Never ask me what the word means. I had not heard of it until Khaja mailed me with this word in the subject. And this mail was about a grand getting together of lots of people from Johnson Grammar School – the 2002 batch.

Excited though I was upon receiving the mail, I was a little apprehensive about attending it. I am not really fond of meeting new people everyday, and not tons of them on the same day. Khaja’s mail had names which I had never even heard of. And these were supposed to be my schoolmates. Not only would it be awkward not recognizing them, it could become embarrassing if the other person recognized you.

Another reason that I did not want to attend was that none of my close friends from my section were coming. Almost everyone is in the USA, doing their masters, except perhaps two who are concentrating on their phds.

And a third reason was that if they start talking in telugu, I would be left all alone. Somehow, almost 16 years in Hyderabad, and I never managed to learn the language.

I tried talking myself out of the reunion, but I must admit, some part of me wanted to be there, to meet the people, to look at those faces which always brought a smile on my face. I perhaps wanted myself to miss the school and relive all the memories once again. The decision to go was thus finally made!

But amidst all these things, with the emotions gripping me, not letting me think properly, I forgot one basic factor – there were going to be lots of people, and that I would not know how to interact with so many unknown people!

Well, in my case, company matters a lot. I am not the same around everyone. I prefer small groups of people, with mostly known faces. That is when I am myself, being silly, childish and naive. But you include me in a group of 20 odd grown ups, who present themselves with dignity, with an aura of educated men and I’ll be confused. This was exactly the case on that fateful day. Shaking hands, greeting each other formally, introducing themselves, and I was wondering if these were friends meeting after a long time or me attending some Alumni meet.

Now the place chosen by Khaja was the school. The school! Its far away from anything remotely interesting in Hyderabad. But his intention was to meet our teachers first. So, we entered the school and started hunting down our teachers.

Anybody, anybody you find, just attack !! We are here for blood. There’s Shauri .. don’t you let go of him … Round him up .. See there Shivalingam .. Bug him … Gods of war arise … Ooh .. we have our new Principal in sight .. err .. but since she doesn’t know us, let her be .. The haunting Annapurna ma’am here .. But where’s Malathi ma’am .. ohh wait .. what did you hear .. has she moved out of the city ? .. so sad … but where are our other teachers .. dont let anyone escape .. we the tyrants are here … charge into the next building .. smoke out everybody … There comes Surya Kumari teacher .. we need more men .. reinforcements .. please .. But who is to deal with Vijay Gauri teacher .. we are split .. the divide and rule policy of teachers working again … and here comes Shanta ma’am .. now we are really stretched thin … Help !! Help !! Tattered banners and bloody flags … 21st century breakdown …

Production at any price
Admiration of those who earn
With blood on their hands
We will never learn
A gift of today’s world
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us

Tired from our assault, we decided to climb up the stairs and rest our aching bodies. Into the classrooms we escaped. Photos we merrily clicked, playing out a scene from a classroom.

All the merry making had tired everybody. A lunch buffet was voted and we started for the place on bikes. Luckily, there were more seats than people. A mister Karthik Sharma took me to the 100 Degrees on his Pulsar. I must admit here that he drives very safe, not at all how you would expect a guy with Pulsar 150 to ride.

And this is again where we slip into the grown up costume. The lunch for me was a subdued affair. I was already half desiring to run away. A few scoops of ice-creams later and we were all done and ready to leave. There were lots of photo shoots then. People got busy saying farewells. Hmm .. I did not see anybody cry. Well, people have matured atleast.

Well, I don’t really think this was how I would have liked to meet my friends – ever. I am hoping to meet them again, but few at a time, and certainly without any formality. I want the meetings to be fun, fun like freaking out crazy. This is how I have always imagined a get-together with friends from school. Till that day, I wait.

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The Good Old Johnson Grammar Days

A lot of what I write will not make sense. This is not an edited peice of text, instead its spontaneous.Not written in proper english … just figments of my memory …

Its one of those rare days when I feel all nostalgic and miss my friends from school, remember the young carefree days, the innocent companionship …

There are lots of things that come to my mind. In no particular order a few are …

The most surprising day for me was in the 10th class when Malathi ma’am announced that I am in the running for the post of the School Head Boy !! Me !!! … Happy :) … Shreyasee, Ramya, Harish and I went from one classroom to another, staffrooms, the administrators office, the princpals room, introducing ourselves. We were the four people the school would vote and choose to become the Head/Assistant Heads. The next day results were declared, and to my astonishment I became the Head Boy. Harish became the Assistant Head Boy. Likewise Shreyasee and Ramya were chosen Head and Assistant Head Girls respectively. However, throught the year I did not do any noteworthy work :) … It was always Shreyasee … well, as we have in chemistry that every strong acid has a weak conjugate base, the same applies here as well. All I ever did was display the 3 shiny stars on each of my shoulders, and flash the head boy batch. And if you have never worn stars, let me tell you, they are heavy. So in a manner of speaking I did have to carry a heavy burden the whole year.

There’s only one person in this whole wide world that I want to meet but have not been able to. His name is Veerat Jaiswal. There was always something special about him that I cannot express in words. Somehow I liked his company. Apparently he has married against the wishes of his parents and doesn’t live with them anymore. My search continues …

A lot of friends I had back then … Nishanth, Tajuddin, Praveen, Kaushik, Sai Pavan deserve special mention. Nishanth was the joker of the class, hilarious, and yes the reason that I passed all my telugu exmas :D . The very day I became the head boy he had an advise for me – ‘Singha, never listen to the teachers, they’ll make you work much more than what you should ! ‘ …

Rizwan is a senior who has to be mentioned. During the school days we shared the passion for programming. He would tell me new tricks. He was the one who taught me file handling and sub routines in BASIC, prior to which I used to write all my codes as a single function. He was an amazing friend. I even went to a trip to Chennai just because he was going too. Well thanks to you now I am here about to graduate out as a computer engineer and happy about it.

Someone else needs to be thanked too – Zahreen teacher. She was our computer teacher then. She used to encourage me. I remember her getting me extra programming questions so that I do not solve the ones that she had brought for the class. And I would always try to get everybody’s attention by solving all of them and jumping up and down eager to blurt out the algorithm. Yet she was patient with me.

While we are on the topic of programming, I might add that just as Rizwan was the best coder in my senior batch, Bharat K Molleti was the best amongst us. At an computer exhibition held at school, Rizwan made a program to calculate dates and do lots of cool stuffs. Bharat simulated piano in dos !!! imagine using your keyboard to play music in DOS. It was awesome coding. Mine was the easiest and yet the cachiest of them all :P … you see, KBC had just released then, and I coded the KBC. Everybody wanted to play. haha … unfortunately, I did not know how to generate random numbers back then, and neither did I know how to use the web :( :( :( .

I was a bit annoying too. I would suggest our maths teacher to take extra classes instead of the PT / Library class :P !! Yeah, I was stupid back then. I would show off that I was better at maths than most. I wonder what people must have thought about me back then. Let me tell you, I am no more like that. Changed I have in ways more than one, yet remain the same Anuvrat that you always knew.

A few memories include Haritha irritating me … quarelling with Sana all the time , Sravu … Yogi ke saath fight, after which he would invariably cry … Sri Hari sir … Sridhar sir’s leaving the school … all of us went tothe staff room to plead him not to leave … and if I am not wrong … shayad main Ankita ke saath bhi baitha tha kuch din .. towards the end in class tenth … us bechari ko mujhe jhelna pada :)

Sridhar sir is the guy who shaped my present. He told me that if I wanted to try for admission into IIT I must be strong at algebra. He suggested me Hall and Knight Algebra to practise algebra.

Mangal … librabry … smell … you can guess it … Mangalnath had to go back home .. :D :D :D :D

Library .. Aarti teacher … and who can forget Yogi’s aunty – Saroj Sharma Teacher :) … Vani teachers pinch .. Surya Kumari teacher .. Annapurna ma’ams boring classes …. she actually called me to the staffroom one day to tell me that I must pass geography to pass the tenth class !! ..

ohh and yes .. I did fail in a subject once … :) … I failed in geography class test … when the teacher called out my marks and looked at me, I did not know how to react … should I feel sorry for having failed the test, or should I feel happy that it was just a class test and not an exam … anyways, I returned her a smile … The following week, I got a call from Malathi ma’am … she was entering the marks in the report card and couldn’t believe I had failed … she wanted to make sure before entering the marks. … that remains the only failure till date …

And a girl had crush on me !!! My reaction – ignore her :) … And that is exactly what I did for the next 2 years that we were at school. It was ridiculous … Aur mujhe to ye baat yaad bhi nahin thi .. unless Haritha reminded me  :( … But now I have grown up, matured … Will I react differently if I come across her by chance ? – I do not know … btw … the girl’s name is BKD … this is one memory I want to forget …

the ccmb school bus … g shashank … playing cricket every evening … priyanka’s phone number … 4150 … :D … aah … J Shashank and Priyanka … they would always pick on each other … J was the only one in school who could defeat me at chess … unless I lose the game by over confidence … Mallikarjun defeated me in class 10 .. it was me and my big inflated ego of being the better one in chess that I failed to see his move :( … Amardeep … J and I would have this competition of who could solve the maths problems quicker …

Akhila would always agree to sing the school choir at assembly if I failed to find any one else … she was a good friend too … back from the 7th class days, which I suppose were the best in m life .. Lily teacher .. I wonder where is she now …

The Nirjhar Ghosh .. who would always be willing to pick up a fight with me when we were in 4th / 5th class … grew out of this habit later on … but it was only in class 10 that we became friends :) … there are very few bongs that i do not want to kill on sight … he’s definitely one … :D

I want to meet each one of them … I owe my happiest moments to them … they are the friends who are hard to find …

The school’s completely changed in looks now … i am always afraid that i might lose my way if i wander alone inside the school now … but the teachers are all the same … they did recognise me … feels good that people remember you …

But each one of us is in a different place now … i do not know if i will ever meet them in a group and get to spend time as we used to at school … akele milne mein wo mazaa nahin hai jo sabke saath hota hai … aadhe log US mein hain … baaki sab hyd waalon ke paas time nahin hai apne office se  [ ... i hate this reason ... y the hell do u work in such a company which curbs your social life ... life's not all about money ,.. there's more to it ...  ] …. and now i shall be moving to b’lore … with prolly no chance of ever returning to hyd …

I got bored of writing … perhaps I will complete it some other day ..

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