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Veer Bhadra Mishra is a name that needs no introduction.? The Mahant of Sankat Mochan - the second largest temple in Varanasi-the main destination

for Hindu pilgrims in India.? Former professor and head of IT BHU Civil Engineering.? Recognized on the United Nations Environmental Program's Global 500 Roll of Honour in

1992.? Listed as one of the 10 “Heroes of the Earth” by TIME magazine in the year 1998.

At the age of 72, he is still dynamic, dazzling and ever busy. With the long queue of peoplewaiting to receive his blessings, we met him for this interview-

Goonj: Sir please tell us something about your childhood and early education. SIR: I've spent all my life in Varanasi. I was born in September 1938 and have been here since then. Being the only son

in a very strict Hindu family, I was very important to the family too. I attended primary school at Durgakund – avery primitive one where we would sit on the floor with slates and chalks. To be honest I never wanted to go toschool and would cling onto my sister (smiles).

Goonj: So how did you get into the science stream despite being from such an orthodox background?SIR: Upto 8th standard I did not have English as a subject-not even science, only maths. In 1951 I was admitted to CHS

Kamachcha .We had a German principal at that time-Otto Wolf. With no science background, I was initially notallowed to take science. But then one day the principal happen to meet me. He was quite impressed by me and

thpassed an order to allow me to study science .Finally I stood 7 in the merit.

Goonj: And how did technology happen?SIR: In 1953 I started attending Central Hindu College. All good students from the college went to BENCO. I did the

same and completed my graduation in 1960. Then in1961, I joined as a lecturer at BENCO, became a reader in1968, professor in 1979 and finally retired in 2001.

Goonj: Tell us something about BHU in your times.SIR: (silently raises his hand to bless an old man bending over sir's feet .)We only had two hostels-Rajputana an

Limbdi- the hub of all activities. Our principal, Prof. M. Sengupta, was the first ever Indian principal of BENCO.We generally called his house the “Whitehouse” ( laughs ) as at that time Rajputana, Limbdi and the Principal'sresidence were painted in white contrary to the other university buildings. There were just three branches-

thelectrical, mechanical and civil. The classes would start on 9 July and we would be in the class at 7AM sharp.The academics were not easy though -75%of the papers were external and very often we wouldn't find a singlething taught in the class in the question paper! There was no provision of supplementary or back paper. It used tobe a straight year back and if you failed in more than 3 subjects in the first year, you would be expelled! Thus abatch of 160 would become 125 by the end of final year! Almost everyone who passed from BENCO those daysleft for America. I stayed in Varanasi though because my uncle didn't want me to leave.

Goonj: Some instances that you remember very well?SIR: Of course. I remember the first time when I bought a pair of trousers (at Lanka)- because my teachers wouldn't

allow me to attend practicals and workshops in a dhoti. I even switched my branch thrice in my first year(quite to the anger of the Vice principal)- from electrical to mechanical to civil and finallysticking with it.

-Abhinav Pand



Goonj: Can you tell us something about Tulsidas, Sankat Mochan, your generations being the Mahants there and the link between all these three.

SIR: ( points to the staircase leading from his balcony into a gallery! Really!) Tulsidas lived here for 50 years ancompleted Ramcharit Manas here itself. Lord Hanuman gave darshan to Swami Tulsidas in the nearb

jungles- where the Sankat Mochan temple now stands. No text in world mentions Hanuman as Sankat Mochan –Itwas something that Tulsidas came up with. Right since its establishment, Sankat Mochan has been one of the places

with no restrictions. We have been associated with Sankat Mochan for the past 200 years (3 g e n e r a t i o n s ) . T h eeldest son of the generation becomes the Mahant of Sankat Mochan. I took up the responsibilities at age 14 after myfather expired. My eldest son will be following me.

Goonj: So are you the first one to have done a job besides being the Mahant? SIR: There is a rule in the temple that no temple offering will be used by the Mahant for his or his family's purpose .Thus

all my ancestors too worked for a living.

Goonj: You've been given many honors for your Ganga cleaning drives. When did the abhiyaan start and how has t journey been so far?

SIR: It started with the Sankat Mochan Foundation and the Swatch Ganga Abhiyaan in 1983- one of the longest running,

most ambitious and comprehensive environmental campaigns in the world. Ganga action plan came up in 1986. In1992 United Nations Environmental Program included me in the Global 500 Roll of Honour and the NewYorker magazine covered our activities in 1998. These brought us into the international scene. Followed thiswas the honour by TIME and also an invitation to share the podium with President Clinton during his 2000 visit of India(at Agra). Mr. Clinton was very happy with our efforts which followed a path which is in accordance with bothscience and faith.

Goonj: In November 2008, the Indian Government declared Ganga as a national river. Any change in the official attitudetowards the problems after this step ?

SIR: There has been no improvement.

Goonj: So what keeps you going? SIR: The Ganges. I am probably the only man along the entire length of Ganga who implies both science and spirituality

for its cleansing. It is a struggle and I'll continue till I can.

Goonj: And your views on politics.SIR: Both politics and political support are important nowadays to expedite any work.

Goonj: So any plans to enter into politics? SIR: (laughs it off ) No.

Goonj: How do you switch between the roles of a priest and an activist?

SIR: (with already a huge pile of work and devotees to handle ) God has given us two faculties-the rational and thespiritual. These are like two parallel lines, like the two banks of a river, they can never meet. And if at all they happento meet, blessed joy endows upon you!

(Blesses us as we get ready to leave.)

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THE BLIND INSPIRATION

It was eight years ago that I met a lady named Asha in an old age home in Dehradun. Sitting in her room

on a dull Wednesday afternoon and firing questions at her as a part of SUPW school assignment, I indifferently recorded heranswers in my notebook. Answering very enthusiastically about the kind of living conditions the place offered and her dailyroutine she got up from her chair and approached an almirah. As she fumbled through the things in it, I noticed that her eyeswandered somewhere in space and her palm kept shifting from one object to the other as if trying to analyse what the object waswithout looking at it...It suddenly struck me that she might be blind. The thought left me dumbstruck for a moment and it took meanother phase of close observation to reconfirm my thought...she was offering me a pack of biscuits out of her elderly courtesy.Still only half believing my thought, I got restless and instantly threw this bitterly rude question at her..

"Is there something wrong with your vision ma'am?”And pat came the reply. "Yes beta...I turned blind 45 years ago"…. I fell silent after the reply and having gauged

my unease the lady forcefully began some conversation. How I regret having asked that question!. My heart still contracts at thethought of my nonchalant behaviour. The lady was a living perfection. It would take the eyes of a fish to observe that she had novision. She moved so swiftly around her room and did not even stumble once while climbing down the staircase. She showed methe place around the old age home without a stick or a support and whenever I offered her my hand out of courtesy, she detested.She hated being pitied but I wonder what made her pour out her entire life story in front of me. I sat down listening to her in silentdisbelief.

She was a normal girl with the most conventional dreams and aspirations until this heinous incident shatteredher life to pieces. The cause of her blindness was her very own brother-in-law who raped her mercilessly and even tried killingher. She feared to get into further details as the thought still caused a chill to run down her spine. After the incidence her fiancé whowas allegedly in love with her refused to accept her. Her parents had passed away sometime back and her only support was herelder sister. As if all this was not enough she too turned her back giving into the pressure from her husband. Few known people haddropped her to a charitable hospital where she managed to attain physical fitness after the treatments. She did not bother to think what was next as she had been rendered too insensitive to weep in self pity. After few failed attempts to find work she joined anorphanage for the disabled children and undertook a course in Braille. Today she is a teacher at a blind school imparting education

to hundreds like her.

Her past has filled her heart and soul with a strong sense of retaliation. She has already undertaken a judicialprocedure against her culprit and is also fighting for an equal share in her late father's property. The proceedings have seen a phaseof partial success. More than 50% of what she earns goes into the monetary requirements of the litigation and with the other partshe manages her life and the life of a girl she adopted from the orphanage. The only thing that jitters her is the thought of beingdependent. She has no regrets for not having a husband and kids because everyday she witnesses children abandoning theirhelpless parents at this place. A sense of relief fills her heart thinking that she does not have to go through the tragic phase of givingup a bondage. How she managed to rebuild a life that had shattered to bits makes her a living example of audacity and success.Even at the age of 70 when anyone would aspire to lead a pleasant retired life, she is going strong inspiring everyone who has had apeek into her life story. Her existence fills me with a sense of pride not because of feminism but because of the example of invinciblecourageousness she sets before us..She is optimism personified and after all her name speaksfor her never say die attitude....Asha...

- Shriti Raj

3rd Comp Sc.



Summer arrives and so does the circular for application of Gymkhana posts. Oldcertis are dusted, achievements exaggerated and the flattery of seniors begins as everyonestarts dreaming to bolster his CV with a secretary/ joint secretary post.

To be frank, a post in the cultural wing earns a lot of respect. First years look uptoyou, you become the face of your club, people recognize you on the streets…it’s an

e exhilarating experience.

Then come the workshops-first element in the stack of responsibilities.Organising any event in IT is never easy(forget sports for a moment folks!) Forexample, the literary club decides to hold a literary workshop. That requires a letter

forwarded by the Vice Chairman and Chairman of Literary Wing, AdministrativeOfficer and President of IT-Gymkhana. If any of these are out of station, you’re at a deadend. Then of course, you need a room application and the caretaker might simply refuse togrant you G11, claiming you’ll vandalise the room. So that application is wasted andyou go back through the same ol’ signature route for another room! Oh, but wait there are

3 more sets of permissions for mikes, mike stands and projector. Not to mention, astraight cancellation of your event should any sports decide to hold their competition inyour time slot. And hey, a professor has to be present if a first year workshop is beingconducted- so that’s another application letter!

So if the workshop is planned a week in advance and this procedure takes four days (say), the organizing team has only 2days for publicity. Printing costs of posters -obviously from their pockets.

On the day of the event, no one turns up on time. There are on-the-spot challenges: shortage of stationery, wires are tooshort, mike isn’t loud enough or maybe the laptop isn’t compatible with projector!

Probably the less publicized side of posts! However, once the event is a success, the satisfaction and adulation thatfollows is enough to egg you onto yet another day. At the end of the day, you’ve made a difference, a job well done is alwaysappreciated and then you realize it really isn’t about the CV or the certificate, it’s your passion that drives you, passion thatmotivates your team-mates, pushes you towards excellence and most importantly,brings in the participation (overhyping helps too!).

Changing the system is impossible, so we work within the boundaries of thesystem and do our bit.

@Bottom line: people applying for dummy posts for the sake of certis are in for a rough ride (firstof all what makes you sure you’ll get a certificate?).If you take a post now and don’t work, that’s what you will do in your life and career as well.

REMINISCES OF A SECY- Aviral Srivastava

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As we a ll kno w and we s i e re l pu t the s in prac tis e , would like to remind you,“Rules a re

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unkno wingly....”U N S A I D R U L E S ”

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ma t te r. 2. E ven a na ti l playe r firs t y r ough t to be the ‘wa te r boy’ to be a pa r t of the r ned spor ts fe s t. (Don’ t

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4. A s enior boy can da te a junior girl bu t i t no t pe rmit ted the o the r way round.s

Fe e l free to file in an en try.......



Some years ago,a child was born;With an inborn habit of imagination;He could build castles in air;Even while someone was grabbing him by his hair.For him such punishments were frequent;Because he seemed among the disobedient.

It was an english class on proceed;Ma’am ordered everyone to learn a,b,c,d;Everyone and him had their books opened;And ma’am was waving a wooden scale in her hand.

He read in his mind " 'a' for apple";And the book showed a picture of a wonderful apple.While mugging up 'a' for apple,And looking at the picture of the apple;

There came a moment, just an instant did imagination took;To take him away from the book.He never knew when his head turned away from the book;But he could see or rather feel the apple no matter where he had a look.

In the air the number of apples rising he saw;Some were ripe while some were raw;In his mind he thought "I want that big red one";With this in mind that when in morning mom cut a bit green one;He had a bite and thrown the rest, when looking on him was none.

From nowhere but from air;A knife came for sure;Which cut the best one into quarters four.The apple really would have been the best one;because out of pieces four, the seeds were in none.

They looked so good, so fresh, so sweet;With watery mouth, he wanted them in order to eat;But suddenly on his cheek and his ears, he felt a sound, pain and heat.For his ears were being plucked and a slap just been hit.

His ma’am suddenly had come from the real world;With an angry face and a question to be answered;"Start telling me a, b, c, d;Show me how much have you learned."And obvious is what he answered;Or whether he answered.

For all other students he made laughing scenes;With tears from his eyes, hands on his ears he stood at theDoor on his knees;Inexpressible was his sadness as his sorrow was mixed;It was for his ma’am’s angry face,For his ears having been pulled,For his face been slapped,For being laughingly disgraced,And last but not the least,For THE LOST APPLES.

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This year on the 14th of March -the pi day when people around the worldcelebrated marking Einstein's 131st birthday, we here at Goonj, uncovered a surprising relationshipbetween Banaras Hindu University and Albert Einstein.

Now we must go to the late 30's when Einstein was working with a university inSwitzerland (while his family stayed back in Germany)–which had till then been neutral politicallyalthough the scene in Europe was not quite encouraging. A war could rage anytime amongst thepolitical tension.

Back in India among all the political turmoil, Pt. Madan Mohan Malviya was the rector of BHU andDr. S Radhakrishnan, the VC of the university (what a team!).

Going back to Europe while the situation worsened and Jews everywhere were becoming the centre point of atrocities,losing jobs and economically and socially paralyzed, it was then that quite a number of Jew scientists in Germany and Germanspeaking countries started to leave for foreign universities.

Albert Einstein, relying on the persuasion and suggestion of his friends (and a little worried by the political scene maybe)did plan to leave too. And it will be quite surprising for many to know that Einstein applied for professorship at the department of Physics, BHU. He wanted to teach and carry on research work here at BHU in Varanasi! And what is more astonishing is that hisapplication got rejected!

The University at that time could not go by personal (popular) opinion and needed some kind of reference from the homecountry (Germany) before the appointment. The only report available was Einstein's school report-which as we all know wasbeyond any hopes. He suffered from dyslexia, had a lot of useless imagination-it said and thus the application went rejected.There is also a parallel opinion of the fellow professors at that time in the department not being very encouraging of him joininghere. Before BHU could reach him through mail he had already joined the University of Princeton in USA owing to a good friendcircle he had there.

Though Einstein could never teach here, what cannot be denied is that teaching at Banaras Hindu University was one of his choices-he actually wanted to carry out his research in one of those (now) old and high ceilinged buildings of the university.Though he could never visit this city ,this campus, somewhere in the old forgotten stacks in one of the university offices lies hisapplication -the person whose visions changed the way world thought-willing to be a professor in the place where we studytoday!

Einstein@BHU!

Dr APJ Abdul Kalam, former President of India is a visiting professor of BHU. Dr Kalam said he was ready totake classes of at least 60 students every year when he was here for the university convocation 2008.

Goonj

-Abhinav Pandey

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Just when we thought that the weather forecast of absolute grading would mean barren mark sheets, somerenegades have reaped bountiful harvests. While we have branches languishing with only a handful touching 7, there's metallurgyoverflowing with 8 pointers. Compare it to drought-stricken Andhra crying foul when Punjab is overflowing with grains, but thatwoefully is a democracy. Another pen-down movement in our college will only wipe out careers, not mark sheets. In the words of Godfather, students have got an offer they can't refuse: a gun to the head and either their brains or solutions will be on the answersheets.

So what are the hallmarks of a 9 pointer? Simply bring in the topic of results and sense their urge to explode. Also watchout for fake sympathy assurances to fellow 6 pointers, disparaging comments about their own efforts, the you-know-hamare-dept-mein-padhai-kahaan-hoti-hai response and quite often- the G-factor. You can hardly blame the 9-pointer girls though- how longcan they gossip behind locked hostel gates; they probably turn to books out of sheer boredom! Nevertheless, G-toppers are stillhard for guys to digest- blame it on the ego or whatever you will. We guys in Goonj ought to know- we already feel like the black sheep of the team, surrounded by toppers (namely Jayantika, Shriti, Mitali- take a bow people!)

The only respite seems to be internal choices in the question papers. Sadly students are still in denial mode, the library isstill empty and photocopy shops still overloaded. Some are clinging to the distant hope of an IIT conversion and a return torelative. Sorry to burst your bubble, but every IIT is autonomous and free to choose its own grading system (absolute in ITBHU'scase). Last minute studies will no longer produce miracles and it's time to put those library cards to good use.

Many students conveniently forget to put their odd semester results while mass-mailing for interns. Others are praying forsummer semesters to wipe the slate clean and start afresh. The grading system has proved a blessing for the applied sciences and

small departments, while the core departments only shudder at the murky prospects ahead.

9 Pointer Outcasts

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Lets have a look at them, ‘ The Non-avoidable reasons’ – the causeyou had to miss the class you did not intend to.....1. Health -

On an average an urban Indian falls ill for about 5%of theworking i.e 10 days.so including us and our teachers it makes it,

10*2=20 days2. Festivals - rich Indian culture.

Holi and Dusherra each break sweeping 5 days before andafter...so that sums upto 10 days. 5*2=10 days

3. College Fes t – an integral part of college.Three major ones, Friday’s off with Thursday spent inpreparation and the following Monday for rest after the gala fair.... A fest at the cost of 3days. In total, 3*3=9 days

4. Class Tests – prequel to end sems.Attending classes during, before and after CT’s is not permitted,So, 4 days. And with 4 CT’s per year we miss : 4*4 = 16 day

5. Nature – pouring rains(no umbrella or Beautiful weather!!!)Only 4 days....

6. Condolences = 2 per year.7. End sems – preparation leave before the time table one....

4 days for theory paper and 6 days for 3 labs (creditindependent), so we have: (4+6)*2 = 20 days

8. Some minor but important details: proxies, morning classes(its toocold, hangovers, studying late night ;))....

Proxies – will amount to 3% of 192 = 6 days.Morning class bunk equivalent to 3% of 192 = 6 days

Finally if u noticed we miss 93 days with an attendance of 51.56 % though we need 75% andabove to sit for the exams!

-Ram Gopal VarmaMitali

Scheduled working days in the calendar = 192(173 holidays)

-Aviral Srivastava

But at the end of it all, finally we are doing what we are meant to-Study!

Did u attend the class today..??

Goonj



No more than a corpse was I,Lying lifeless under the clear sky.Tired of life's desert and infernal heatThere was no one for whom my heart could beat.

I had lost hopes on earth to reside,Left everything for nature to decide.Even nature did not give me hopes.Glued to the earth was I, as if tied with ropes. The nature began to execute its plans.To feed on me it sent down animal clans.Leeches and fleas invaded my skin,Wishing to suck my veins clean. Smelling my raw flesh,Jackals and hyena came along.Whoever thought I would live was wrong.Soon vultures and eagles joined the feast,I thought they would leave my bones atleast.But then came wild dogs in the act,Fought for every bone,There could be no peace pact. In the end there was only one thing left,My heart that had always wept.Why did the beasts leave it?It would have been deliciousOr did they realise it was precious?Yes, they realised it was a precious thingAnd it had to be stabbed by no less

than the jungle king. The lion was called from the jungle side.He walked towards my heart with full pride.The beasts bowed their heads in his honour,There was silence in every corner. But there was still a strange sound,the heart was throbbing he found.He licked the heart, it tasted sweet.Love was mixed in its every bit. The 'Brave Heart' bowed his headbefore my feeble heart.Honouring Love he said,"This heart will live."And went away finishing his part. My body was taken away from meAnd taken away were my senses five.But the love in my heart still kept me alive,The love in my heart still kept me alive.

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Speakerz.club@itbhuBecause soft skills are twice more important than technical skills

Communication as defined in the Cambridge advanced learners dictionary is the art of sharing information withothers by speaking, writing, moving your body or using other signals.

Today's professional needs to be dexterous with both his verbal and non verbal communication skills and theseskills are most sought after by the recruiters. The placement season is abuzz with stories of how a deserving candidate lostout on a job, just for sheer lack of communication skills or about how somebody “cracked it” owing to his communicationskills. The issue was always on the “chalta hai” list of itians as we have had no platform to hone these skills.

A student initiative under the name Speakerz Club was taken up with the sole purpose of bridging this gap and theidea is starting to catch up with itians like a fire.

Prakhar jain, a regular attendee of speakerz club sessions expresses his experience as” The club activities has givenme an ease in facing the challenges on a day-to day basis, building up the etiquette level and has helped raising myperformance bar.”. Another member, an MBA aspirant Shobhit quotes, ” Club has provided me with opportunities toameliorate my performance and provided me with a platform to showcase my talents and further hone them throughguidance of seniors and guest lectures.”.

Speakerz club sessions include a wide array of activities such as GD, case studies, PI, guest lectures, professionalvocab. etc which grooms u into a complete professional.

Speakerz club works as a cohesive and informal group of enthusiastic individuals. One of the member, Rishipersonally feels “it is never too late to start from scratch or too difficult to learn”. It will benefit anyone and everyone who iswilling to participate and contribute.Catch us on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=259456032375Join Google Grouphttp://groups.google.co.in/group/speakerz-club?hl=en

IT-GYMKHANA- the hub of all cultural and sports activities,

announces loads of Student Activity Clubs every year- many of theseare existent on paper and certificates of their respective secys! Theseposts/clubs seem like a pack of cards distributed by Gymkhana wherethe game doesn't seem to proceed.

The clubs start with a great zeal but as the academic yearprogresses, the enthusiasm dies away. Reason- one person is entrustedwith many key posts in different clubs. These secys find it very difficultto manage more than one club and the scenario is more like a ”cat on hottin” where secys are hopping from one club to the other , and usuallyunable to work out a strategy for this dual responsibility. Quite a lot of time the post for such clubs is given to a least deserving person whotakes the post to get things related to other more functional(clubs) done.More importantly, new clubs are created with almost no infrastructure(as if the previously existing ones have any), no constitution and noguidelines. Person expected to bear the grunt of all this-the post holder-who obviously has no external (or internal) support.

When things seem to be favouring the secy, a simple workshopfor their club asks them to fetch permissions from ten different places.Frustrated people prefer remaining inactive. Ultimately the Gymkhanahas to cancel a club for disfunctionality at the end of the year.Outcome of the entire exercise?Ans- some more (new) clubs under the IT Gymkhana this year.Goonj: More people should come forward to take posts rather thanthe same bunch of overburdened people visible everywhere.

GHOST clubs -Aniruddh Vashisth

P1- Buzz-Publicnervous!!!! Awaiting the results..... 4 people liked this- P1,P2,I have no work and P5

P2 : What happend??? Results out???..... Mar P3( wannabe buzzer ): Why nervous???? Does notsuit a 9 pointer.... I m sure to flunk.. .Mar 27P1: Kindly stop using your brains. Its something farmore important, its about the post of Secyfor the club, ‘Create your own unique club’.... MP2:Wish you luck...you need it man...and I amsure you are the right person for thisimportant post....... 8.30 pmP3: You deserve it ...Can we yet file for Joint-Secy????..... 8.50 pm

P2 – Buzz- Public

My roomie is going to be the secy of -‘Createyour own unique club’ club ..... 8.51 pm



The Road That Did Not Exist -Akshaye Ranade3rd EP

Two roads diverged in a yellow woodOh! poor Robert only one he couldHe took the one less preferredDown that beat inevitably he suffered.

Pricks and pains it'd all be aboutOf this fact he had not a doubtNever lost hope never lost confidenceAnd that made all the difference.

With his destiny he had a trystPenned his life,the great sonnetistOf his poem and his life this was the gistBut there was another! The one that did not exist!

For ages and ages before Robert did passA deep and dark jungle it wasA traveller stood there that dayWith his bare hands carved a way.

And lost in wilderness here I standWith my dreams the only tools in handI shape my way that one day wouldBe the third road in the yellow wood.

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“N ightfall'' is a story about a planet that does not experience nightfall except once in every 2,049years. To describe a population to whom the appearance of stars would be a rare phenomenon, Asimovcreates the planet “Lagash” where there are six suns and perpetual daylight. With no nighttime, the starscannot be seen and therefore are not known. The concept of darkness is mysterious and frightening.

However, scientists at a university predict a total eclipse covering all the suns together. They areaware, based upon archaeological studies, that civilization gets destroyed about every two thousand years-occurrence of the eclipses follows the same frequency.They fear that if the two are related, then the darkness could once again prevail and destroy the world.

As the scientists gear up for the calamity, they are joined by a newspaper reporter, and all hope to save futuregenerations from fear through a record of factual knowledge. However, a religious cult is also predicting the phenomenon as a

judgment against evil.''Nightfall'' is a psychological thriller as scientists fight ignorance, zealotry, madness, and their own fears

of the unknown. The readers could find the terminology quite strange as Asimov uses terms he's used in some of his other works.

- Aniruddh Vashisth

limericks for kidssonnets for Shakespeare junkieshaiku transcend realms

Calling haiku (which is both the singular and plural form) a seventeen syllable Japanese poem (which structurally it is) isakin to calling the Sistine Chapel's walls just another paint job.

You must all be aware of those rare moments which last for eternity, the flashes of insight, the seconds of untainted bliss –the Satori in Jap speak - instances of enlightenment where everything makes sense and fits together (Think Kekule and snakes, forone.). Even more rarely you will have words fit enough to describe the Satori .And if you are one of the few who can capture itsessence, you are a Haiku master.

Okay, so the primary requirement for writing true haiku is something intangible – a “haiku moment”. The kind of moments which also gave us the Mona Lisa, benzene, the electric bulb, iPhone and Symphony No. 9. Yes. All products of geniusof the highest order. But we, lesser mortals, can at least start with haiku keeping the following pointers in mind and gradually hopeto reach some sophistication.

Though there is no one format or style that defines haiku, three elements are essential. The first, traditionally being threelines of five, seven and five syllables, though this style, despite being popular worldwide with amateurs, is increasingly beingeschewed by writers whose only stipulation is that the creation be limited to seventeen syllables or less.

The second element is the use of a season word 'kigo' exempli gratia midsummer, waterfall, flood, snow storm, breeze,

rain. Kigo also includes words commonly not associated with seasons but nevertheless somehow (:-s) symbolise them viz. jellyfish, mosquito, snake, cuckoo, lotus flower, orange blossoms, lily, sunflower etc. For a more exhaustive list, jobless peoplecan check the net.

The third and toughest to explain is 'kireji' – a 'break' or a 'cut' word. Used in the middle of a verse, it briefly cuts the streamof thought, indicating that the verse consists of two thoughts half independent of each other. In English haiku however, the 'cut' ismost ably supplied by punctuation or may even be left unmarked.

Right. That is all there is to it. So here you are. All set to write your first bit of haiku. Just read the title of the piece again.The most important part is to convey an entirety of senses in as succinct a manner as possible. Can't.Stress.That.Enough. Moreimperative than the kireji, kigo, yadayadayada is the sensuality conveyed. And secondly, as much fun as it is grappling with wordsto express your feeling, more is it to express it only partially so that the reader takes time to figure out the creation. As MBashô , the Milton of haiku put it “The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty tosixty percent, we never tire of.”

So...Good luck! Get started. Try getting some haiku published in the next edition.the zephyr is strong

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-Issac Asimov

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1. Best reason to have a pen down this semester:• No stipend for IDD• Its too HOT!!!(even the Talibaan costume is inefficient)• Busy with job cum farewell treatsAnd the best reason is to support the IDD friends.(Afterall who else is gonna share the burden atconvocation)

2. Most memorable ride in BHU :• Bike ride(under the fear of 200/- fine)• Bus(free for the cattle class :P)• Cycle(phewwww...punctured)• Hitchhiking the sumoAnd the award goes to... yes you guessed it right... Ref: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Proctor Office.

3. Eating joint we miss the most:

• Flavours(AC/cakes/frappe and couch)• `Orchids(Italian/Mexican/Continental and IT discount)• Gaylord at the A.O. culvert..(words cannot explain..)I scream, you scream, we all scream, for ice cream .(Hope to see him again this summer)

4. The most ‘Frustoo’ moment:• Not being informed about the mass bunk.• Losing at the hands of juniors in society matches.(by a margin of 7-2)• Your best friend is the new love in ex’s life.(Its complicated )• Your proxy is detected ?Uuggghhh!! It was pretty frustrating to decide but we concluded it to be the loss of attendance.

5. Exhilarating party of college life:• Getting freshers after PD to persuade seniors• Time to pay back the juniors for running your errands.• Dreading the commencement of last golden year with the compensation from seniors as job treat.• The night we always dream of but ends in trepidation.Cannot answer this one....

16Special thanks to the Jury for the Honours: Mugdha, Mitali Shekhawat

Presenting the 2nd season of the prestigious,most revered Goonj Hollow Fame Honours



Infiniti - Salman Ahmad “ Junoon is in my blood! ”

S alman Ahmad once had a dream where one of his teachers shook him andsaid " Tumhey music ka Junoon hai! " what followed was Junoon and the

unforgettable experience, “Sayoonee” .Junoon turned out to be South Asia's biggest and longest- lasting rock band.

In mid 2005, when rumors about the bands dissolution were flooding the news,

Salam commented, " Junoon is in my blood, then how can I ever get separated by it? ”Post the rejection of these rumors, he launched his first solo album, Infiniti.Infiniti features 13 tracks displaying the pure genius of Salman Ahmad. " Alvida " becamethe anthem for AIDS awareness, especially in India-Pakistan. A perfect blend ofSufi and Rock,” nazar ” and “ saagar ”, portray some exceptional lyrics. Some peppy Punjabinumbers are also a part of the album.For the musical genius and the kind of genre that Salman Ahmad has created forhimself-Infiniti-highly recommended.So is the download complete?

Goonj would take this opportunity to pay tribute to Asheem Chakravarty from the band Indian Ocean(which was here at IT in KY 09 and made quite a lot of us tap our feets to their exotic tunes).

Often referred to by fans as “the man with the golden voice”, Asheem passed away on the 25th of December

2009 at the age of 52. Amazingly, he sang and played the tabla simultaneously with remarkable clarityand ease, a difficult feat almost never achieved by Indian percussionists. His rhythm structures were uniquelyhis own, contributing in large part to Indian Ocean’s signature sound.The musician, who quit a career in advertising to pursue his passion, played the tabla, tarang and other percussioninstruments while also being a vocalist for the band. May his soul find perfect harmony with the divine’s.

One of the most eminent traditional folk dances of Uttar Pradesh and Bihar, Jhijhiya depicts a band of young belles dancing to everyday life themes. Jhijhiya performers (strictly women) carry lanterns (pots made byclay) with several holes and diyas (candles lit with mustard oil) inside, thus allowing light to come out through theholes. On the lantern is a dhakkan (a cover made of clay) with fire burning .Normally the environment around theperformance is very bright with the lamps that the dancers carry in their hands in addition to the lighted pots on thehead. This aspect of the dance can be traced back to the tales relating to the return of Sri Ram after exile. (Mithila isalso believed to have housed the mythological Janakpuri.) The songs are mostly in Maithili and Bhojpuri centeredon celebration and around normal folk themes – such as the in-laws, fields and harvest, a playful husband etc. Themovements are graceful though very controlled because of the pot on the head. Performers wear ghungharoo andput into use lot of leg movements supplying wonderful rhythm to the performance.

Jhijhiya won BHU a lot of accolades with the performance put up by BHU students winning the East Zone YouthFestival and standing second at the All India Inter University Youth Festival this time!

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Hope the last pagdandi that led to the Jantar Mantar at Gadauliawas a pleasurable experience. Mystical Kashi will never be short of intimate destinations awaiting exploration. On one such quest, we setfoot on the muddy tracks that ramble through the Kajoohe village inSarnath, and as we advanced myriad surprises unfolded en route theVajraVidya Tibetan Monastery.

After hopping down the auto at Sarnath we started towards thetemple having zero idea about the route to our destination. Following theresponse to the random enquiries made by us we finally hit thedestination and what awaited us is simply undescribable.

The fantabulous sight of the temple left us wondering if it wassurreal. This must be the finest example of Tibetan architecture amongstthe plethora of temples situated in Sarnath and ofcourse the mostbeautiful temple of the city! The design of the monastery is theactualization of the ancient mandala principle which symbolises that the

"circle with a center" pattern is the basic structure of creation. Mandala,meaning circle, appears in all aspects of life: the celestial circles we callearth, sun, and moon, as well as conceptual circles of friends, family, andcommunity.

The roof of the temple has been done in golden with traditionalTibetan dragons greeting us at the main entrance. The frescoed wallsdepict every minute detail of the intrinsic patterns they carry. Every inchof the temple comes alive with the warm colours used. In the middle of the temple stands a colossal statue of Buddha filling our beings with themajestic presence of the supreme. The ambience in contrast to the loudarchitecture is inconceivably calm and serene. The silence is soempowering that it compels you to relax leaving you completelythoughtless for a while-an excellent place to meditate.

The place is inhabited by students who attain deeksha here.There stand two sandalwood trees planted by the H.H. Dalai Lama and aroom consisting of thousands of lamps where you can light your own.There is a small canteen at the main entrance which is an excellent placeto interact with the student lamas and the tourists.

With great equanimity we left the temple premises. On our wayback we had baffled thoughts about which way to take. After havingpicked up a random path we ended up visiting a Burmese temple and abeautiful rural meditation centre. Not to miss the mention of the fact thatthe meandering path also led us to a Korean temple with no statue and atortoise rehabilitation centre where the most happening species was bythe name “Sundari”! The haphazard travel to the Monastery helped us

visit places which we would never have otherwise seen. (pagdandi sideeffects-highly recommended!) Our twelve hour tour finally ended with arepose at Brownie and then a struggle to reach college with a puncturedauto.

Though the heat of the day left us completely exhausted, to think of all the pain taken then, all we have go to say is …it was simply worth it.

- Shriti RaAbhinav Pande



“W hat makes you a Christian is whether or not you really are inaccord with Biblical theology and whether you know Jesus Christ as your saviour”. If Walter Martini knew Paundy Baba he would have modified the sentence as “What makesyou a good student is whether or not you really are in accord with Paundy's notes andwhether you know Paundy Baba as your saviour.”

Prasad Uncle, fondly(or notoriously)called as Paundy Baba is cited as the mostimportant person in a first-yearite's life. He is the sole reason the students avoidfailing(and perform well) despite their laid back attitude towards studies and lectures.Come CTs and END-SEMS and its “ALL HAIL PAUNDY BABA”. As soon as the dates of examinations are announced, students start expecting the individual clad in white carryinga khadi bag on his bicycle. This bag contains the medication for pre-exam anxiety which isbound to exist (considering the attention one pays to studies throughout). Right fromsecond hand text books to class notes to previous question papers(most useful as samequestions are bound to be repeated every time), he sells it all. Spending few bucks is neveran issue when one gets a chance to accentuate one's grade card with good grades withoutany considerable efforts. How he knows about teachers(he advices whose class to attendand whose to attend),how he knows about which subject is of greater importance and from

where does he arrange beautifully written notes, remains a mystery.

Lost and waiting to be found @ insti ID

100 mails per day and each single one from a different person not from your stalker down thelane or some lame forward for “bueno suerte”. On Cloud no 9???...but with being famous and busy comesalong the ‘Brain rupturing’, ‘demanding’ work of spamming . (in case you ever care to log in ).

We bring to you the unnoticed, untouched and some of the most creative, innovative, artisticand beautifully elaborated work which you may have been inconsiderate about....

** Since confidential information therefore identities not disclosed. ;)

1. “A Black NOKIA-1600 Mobile phone having BSNL SIM was lost near IT-CAFETARIA on the main road.Anyone who has found it Please return it to me.A Handsome Reward will be given.”

2. “Good day everyone !This is to inform one and all that on 27th Januray, 2010, between 1:30PM to 4:30PM, my BICYCLE ( HOTWHEELS ) was lost from the Applied Physics Department.

IDENTIFICATION MARKS -

(1) A chain with yellow-coloured lock, tied below seat.(2) A dirty-white cloth was also tied along with the lock, below the seat.(3) Because of the chain being rusted, the cycle was making a typical noise .(4) The right-hand side holder part of the handle was loose .If anyone spots such a bicycle, please contact me at :

+91-9000209890 ”

3. “lost a hand written copy having notes of 5 subjects lost btwn G-13 and small gate to H.G on 29 january.if any one finds it. contact me on...(Classmates blue copy 400pages)”

Hope after being bestowed upon by the knowledge you would have learnt a lot...especially about yourcycle...and if you find any of the “respectable lost things”...do let us know about it as you will beawarded handsomely(yet to be decided... )

- Mitali Shekhawat

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. But Baba himself is extremely popular. Even the teachers at IT are aware of the role he plays in the students' academicperformance. Prasad uncle prevents us from crouching in front of the nerds of the class. He even supplies LAN-wires,somethingone can't do away with in today's DC-era. Many may term him as a businessman with excellent marketing skills, but the factremains that his presence in IT is a boon for the students. He is the one who allows the first yearites to live life IT-STYLE.Comeon.....it ain't exaggeration ......he deserves an IT-BLUE....for his contribution in our academics and otherwise.



MY EXPERIENCE AS A FIRST YEAR- Neha Agarwal. Meta

Coming to metallurgical engineering @ IT BHU was never my choice. But on the very first day whenI was filled with enormous conflicting thoughts of sadness, fear and excitement, BND sir came 2 teach us. With hiseach word I was rejuvenated. I thought there is something definitely in IT BHU following which, I met my cousin who

this in 4 yr now. The drastic change in his personality in three years filled me with an enthusiasm to do something. Itdidn't take long for the predominant tradition over here to hit my core. Bunking classes, going to cafeteria in everypossible break , taking treats from anyone around out of no reason, proxying even for guys, sitting on the last bench.Even sleeping in between classes became so usual. I still remember when I entered just ten minutes before our P.C classwas going to end. When sir asked- “ Why are u so late?”, everyone in the class shouted-“ She has come for the nextclass sir”…that was embarrassing but I like it now;).Classes are always a fun. Getting linked with someone, havingfights with friends, ignoring them intentionally, then getting ignored-all hurts a lot but then these are the sugar andspice.

Apart from classes, in the hostel, gossiping for hours, bitching about someone or the other , playing sillypranks, thinking to get up early in the morning for morning walk but getting up just 10 minutes before the class , sitting

ndat LC for hours doing vellapanti, going to IP every 2 day, taking lunch at VT daily but not visiting the temple ever,having night outs doing nothing… are some regular stuffs but still I have started singing to the melodious rhythm of this type of life.

Studies are like, gone with the wind -gone are the days. We never think of studying. But the grisly subjects of mechanical dept i.e thermo, ME and especially ED has left a horrifying effect on each and every fahccha. Entering theED class “20secs” late leads a student missing his lectures. My results are not yet out and I am having Goosebumpsthinking of thermo”!!!!

The Faccha dance n skit are the best times I have experienced here yet. Though dancing is not my cup of tea,ndgrumbling over each dance step that was taught I did dance and we won 2 prize also. During faccha we got the chance

to interact with our seniors. Without any ragging , they were so good to us. Telling us all their experiences .Particularly, fattebazi was something which I enjoyed everytime I met them. And I did learn a lot from them during this period.

stThe new year celebrations in our hostel for which the first year had to organize everything was the 1 timewhen I felt I was doing something by myself. The kindergarten theme, DJ system, lights, snacks, dance everything wasliked by the seniors and we enjoyed a lot too. Kashiyatra time was also marvelous. Though the time restrictionprevented us from seeing the complete( magnificent) Kavi Sammelan yet entering hostel at 11PM for the first time incollege made us feel we are free from all restrictions. Each day of KY was mindblowing. On contrary I didn't enjoySpardha at all as we had our C.Ts from the next day. :(

Eight months have passed and I have had great experiences till now. I learnt one needs to be very diplomat overhere, being frank won't make any good. People over here don't have broad vision, they pick up trivial points, hype it andkeep grumbling over the same. Moreover we didn't have much of technical workshops yet, therefore technically I havemade very less improvements. In other IITs there are no time restrictions where as the entry time for girls is toobothering over here which is quiet justified considering the atmosphere (but still the timing should be increased up to9PM at least). The security needs to be improved as I have faced severe consequences twice or thrice. Moreover hostelproblem is there due to which girls at Triveni are all most isolated from the institute and even till now I am not knowingall the first year girls. We don't have24 hours canteen unlike boys hostels, therefore the administration needs to beimproved.

At the end I would say just as I wrote in my first article I still have hopes that IT BHU would soon be convertedto an IIT. :)

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Goonj conducted a competition among the first years where they had to write anarticle on their experiences ,here at IT BHU now that their first year is coming to an end. The responsewas overwhelming .Though we couldn’t put all the stuff here ,the best ones and snippets of someother good ones have been put up!



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Far from the glittering crowd.- Ayush Somani, Manish Kumar Singh.

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“Seniors pretended to be cool but I think that Anti-Ragging Committee did come in their nightmares. ...

“Two books I issued from Library are still kept inside my cup-board covered with dirt.”

“The things which kept happening during the whole semester were studies(dominant earlier; dormant later),

cricket(dominant throughout) and movies(dormant earlier; dominant later).”

“I came to know about various social, cultural, literary and educational events being organised by the seniors of

my college. I was greatly inspired by their relentless spirit and endeavour in organising these events for grooming

our personality. There is a whole raft of opportunities in IT-BHU which perhaps I could not have got in any other

college, I was beginning to realize.”

-Vijay



Strolling through the hostel corridors,I never expected this day,As I sit near a window peacefully and pen something of my own...As I look back,I feel " Life never manifests what we expect! ".

The first time i reached GSMC,stepped out of auto,And struggled to read,“GANDHI SMRITI MAHILA CHHATTRAVAS.”Waited for the warden nearly an hour,

Just to be informed about no more vacancies.We were the first to leave for TRIVENI...Despite the hard knocksQuite excited to live with other faculties of BHU,Though I didn't expect to live here,I love it a lot- not for the rooms,Not for the mess or the canteen,Not for the trees, not even for the small shiva temple,I love it for the roses...Waking up every morning,looking down at them in the garden,Glistening with dew, ready for another dayA mesmerizing sight!

Dreaded ragging,Everyone had dire warnings at home,Be careful of the horrific North India brand of ragging!Ironically, the Anti-Ragging squad came to us the veryfirst dayWhen there are no IT seniors, no classesNo classmates, only homesick flashes.

But, when we met seniors,They kept asking, "Do you know me? ",I didn't know what they expect us to answer!

Either a lie -a YES which would make them feel proud,Or a truth with a NO which would irritate them!

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I never thought I would end up here,Where people speak Hindi,Me not knowing even a bit of it...The struggle is still onFacing the jabs, bearing the taunts.

At first, i was too much depressed,many a times thought of going back home,but later got used to it...After all,I was the one who decided to come here,despite all "NO's", even from parents.So, i have to live here, however it is, adaptingmyself...

Having passion for singing, sang a HINDI SONG,obviously couldn't win, felt bad and cried!Expected to win 1st prize in group-dance,but was disappointed getting second!Couldn't win even a single volley ball match inBOSM,Surprisingly won FINALS in SPARDHA ( thanksfor the exams which MODI's had! )...Participated in robot-making,struggled with it in the dark,Clustered in a corner of G-11 till 7,And the bot didn't even start! In mix-cricket, bowled out 5 times in 6 ballsScored a negative half-century and a new record!

Everything, everything, which i wished a lot to

happen didn't happen...But now, I'm very much happy with theunexpected!I don't know how life would have been, if it hadgone the way i expected,But the twist and turns which the unexpectedbrings,are the real wonders to be treasured in one's life...I now realize, "Life gives birth to a new self of ours! "So, welcome and enjoy your life with itsunexpectedness...

DAYS UNEXPECTED... -R..Sukanaya. Meta

A kind request! Be patient enough to read..I may seem to be rambling but it's hard to verbalizebillions of emotions.)



Trans formations-Parth Agarwal. Biomed

NOTE:THE First condition is sem1THE Second condition is sem2

Never in the bed after 6 AM.ohh...!! its 6 o'clock ...let's sleep a lil bit before the class. A mile long line in front of the bathrooms early in the morning.Bathrooms are deserted nowadays. Thinks 10 times before bunking a class.Thinks 10 times before attending a class.

Memorizes the course to get a good grade.Memorizes the professor's habits to get a good grade. Shows up at a morning exam clean, perky, and fed.Exams..!!! There are lot more to give...will study for the next one. IT Library full of first yearites on computers.Everyone has a lappy with DC and your freedom. Lines up for an hour to buy his textbooks in the very first week.Starts to think about arranging notes a day before the exams. Is proud of his A+ in 1st CT.Is proud of not quite failing.

Regularly completes all homework, including optional questionsHomework? I knew I forgot to do something last night. Somebody mightfor sure will do it. Lets do mass bunk. Takes meticulous four-color notes in class.Occasionally stays awake in all the classes. Afraid of his seniors and fears going even to LC.Usually found with seniors asking for treats in Mc'donalds and Pizza Hut. Maintains the rooms very well.The trash is overflowing and the bank account isn't. Eates in the mess.Eates everywhere except the mess. Goes to play outdoor games like Cricket, Football in order to make a place in the collegeteam.The attempt to come into the college team continues but the games now become PCgames and plays only mixed cricket.

P.S. : There's one thing that every first yearite fears in both the sem "THE MECHDEPARTMENT".

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Enemies of Art -Ahirnish Pareek. Comp Sc.

The hype of KY was at its peak, it had been days since a proper bath, edible food or even a decentsleep. We were painting Gymkhana walls with the “Red Indian” theme of Kashiyatra. With all these thoughts, itwas no surprise as I crashed onto my bed one day, I had this vivid dream:

Our Highly enthusiastic fine arts team was busy giving final touches to what IT junta would never expectto see....a series of graffiti. Then an 'EVENT CURBING VEHICLE' stopped and asked us to leave our Weaponsof Mass Imagination. We are in an educational institute and whatever we do beyond this is a violation of rule. Thesecurity incharge says, "AAJ AAP KAR RAHE HAIN, KAL DUSRI FACULTY BHI KAREGI...AISE TOPOORA BHU ART EXHIBITION ME CONVERT HO JAYEGA."(Phew!!).They asked to paint it again back toyellow, which we obviously didn't. The DHOLAKia of our Nukkad Natak team was passing by with hisDHOLAK and the security personnel caught hold of him and confiscated his dholak. Arguments and counter-arguments go like:

S : AAPKO DHOLAK RAKHNE KI PERMISSION KISNE DI ?D : (amazed) SIR ISME PERMISSION KI KYA JAROORAT KYA HAI.S : KYA AAPNE WARDEN SE ISKO HOSTEL ME RAKHNE KI PERMISSION LI HAI ?D : PAR SIR ISKI JAROORAT KYA HAI ?S : AAJ AAP DHOLAK LEKE GHOOM RAHE HAIN, KAL AAP PISTOL LEKE GHUMENGE....AISE

TO AAP KUCH BHI LEKE GHUMENGE.

I recall the personnel well-equipped with their staple diet, 'Paan' and doing their most frequentactivity...'PURRR!!!' (spitting paan everywhere).They were like: TUM LOG...(PURRR!!!)...YEH SABKARKE DEEWAR...(PURRR!!!)...GANDI KAR RAHE HO. SAB KUCH...(PURRR!!!)...RANG DIYAHAI.

The students could only look on incredulously at this spectacle. But there was more to this dream: I wasstanding next to the mural of Mirage (the fashion show). One security incharge swooped over me."MARRIAGE!!!! TUM LOG YE SAB BHI KARTE HO YAHAN PE. " I couldonly stammer in response. Just then, my senior lost his temper and.... I woke up!

I was still laughing as I recalled the dream on my way to painting theGymkhana walls. “I really shouldn’t be stereotyping BHU security personnel inmy head”. As I gave the final touches to the Mirage wall, I thought to myself,

“I really shouldn’t be stereotyping BHU security in my head”.Just then, a jeep screeched to a halt in front of us.

Out stepped Khaki men with grim faces... and all hell broke loose!

“I cracked JEE, but in the process, JEE cracked me into pieces. After 2 years of sedentary work of burning the midnight oil, these pieces got fixed together again in IT-BHU and I started my life anew.”...“I was sweating a lot, more because of

anxiety than humidity…”

... “My foremost experience as a 'fuchcha' has been my interaction with seniors. I met three kinds of seniors: the Good, the

Bad and the Ugly…”

“Altogether, it has been a nice start to my journey from a boy, with a typical 10+2 JEE aspirant moustache,who solved

questions even in dreams, to a relaxed and fun loving guy who tries to make the most of whatever life offers. As they say ,

“When life throws lemons at you, make lemonade.” Well, I'm making my lemonade. Just don't know how much I need to

quench mythirst. As for now, IT or IIT, I am having a blast!” -Arjun Bhatia

“At first they too threw some attitude but at the end of the interaction we could imagine them as our elder siblings.

Till this day,we have been taught many things by our seniors;be it about the boldness or airing our views or be it

academics or non-academic skills. In short they have personified our personality with their aura.”

“I was completely blown away by its beauty.(BHU)” -Akshat Modi

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A love story built alongside the political turmoilof the 1970's, Hazaron Khwahishein Aisi is a story aboutunfulfilled dreams and unrequited love. With real incidents of emergency and naxalite movements in background, HKA

revolves around lives of three young characters Siddharth (KayKay Menon), Geeta (Chitrangda Singh) and Vikram (ShineyAhuja). Siddharth and his other rich friends discuss Marx andCastro over dope and their communist leanings appear more of amusement for the spoilt rich than serious revolutionary spirit.Geeta is in love with Siddharth, but is lost between romantic loveand practicality until she finally decides to join Siddharth.Vikram is hell bent at climbing the economic ladder, ishopelessly in love with Geeta and has no time for ideal talk.

The performances by the lead actors and the others are splendid but the real stars of the movie seem to be directorSudhir Mishra and co- writer Ruchi Narain. The characters are so real that anyone could feel and sympathise with theirdilemmas and confusions and the decisions that they take and the lives that they choose are justified by their own histories.

There is no attempt to justify any character or build heroes. It is a plain slice of life caught in extra ordinary circumstances.Although the movie excels in almost all technical departments, a special mention is needed for the music by Shantanu

Moitra which more than adds to the mood of the movie. All in all it is a must watch for anyone who wants to see world classcinema coming out from India.

Chator- the new kebab joint in town, is only a few monthsold. Located between Sigra Chauraha and IP Mall, this joint might aswell be labeled a non-veggie's paradise. Though boasting of only alimited variety on the menu, each dish is exotic and leaves youcraving for more! The tandoori chicken is not dry but hasexceptional flavour in every bite. Do check out their specialitygalawati kebab (Minced lamb kebab tenderized by raw Papaya) thatliterally melts in your mouth. Legend has it that the recipe wasdeveloped for aging Nawab who could not chew meat having lostthe teeth.

The mutton gravy is commendable as well. Other dishesworth trying out are boti kebab and mutton korma. These dishesdon't have any definite test and tickle all your taste buds! Weespecially liked the fast service The menu is limited but reasonablypriced. On the downside, the joint offers only two descent vegetariandishes- veg kebab and haryali kebab.There is no BHU discounteither and the place has a modest seating arrangement. Werecommend you don't wait till late night to check this joint as thedishes tend to get over soon.Home delivery is also available.

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HAZAARON KHWAHISHEN AISI-Abhilasha Purwa

-Aviral Srivastava



Rage, a sage, divine grace and says it overTime, a mime, that fights a lie and destroys a dieCast in a ruby, shadowed by red, spent in a time of futilityThat comes back to haunt the hand that wasted it.What waits for me is an honour, a donor in my needFrom the pain of the world being evil's seed.

I was born to be built upon, used as a block, to shock Inaction into action, a contraption, that fought to provoke a reaction.To storm the world with a power so fierce it brought you to your knees,So please, let me be delivered from this hearseSo i can curse my fate , and leave no room for debate.And hate the same hate that made me a date with the pain that has met my fate.

A hollow filled with trouble, a body bent double.The shadow of an image formed by a bubble, rising in boiling water

Like some Hubble, which nibbles through the universe in searchFor worse men than those that formed it to lurch in silent trepidationWaiting signs of something that fuels this fire, high up in the spireOf desire, a liar born to submit to a mire of thought and ego.

Like it or not, this world is here to stay and sayWhat a shame it seems to spend everyday, broken and unused like an arrow that remains inDestiny's quire and shivers for its time to come,But when its the last in the bower the essence divides a thought processThat follows no feeling of mine, the bow shoots true but the arrowSnaps in two. And my life is caught in an unending strife.

But I'm here to fight, what's right is right, whats mine is might andInto the black night, there shines an unlikely light, like a serpents delightLike an amorphous blight, like a cobra poised to strike with venom in its bite.A kite in the sky with its shadow on the ground, like a spectrum in the dark on an unholymound.

Logical behaviour seems so easy, but don't you go get queasy.When Morpheus lays you down, and Diosynous gives you wine after wineTill you're no more mine, but a shadow of mine, a shadow of a mind.That refuses to shine, even in the place of the shadow of mine that shines.

Will I live to regret the day i was born, or will my body be torn?Will I lie wasted, or will my death be hasted. Lets face it,

Its basic, a principle of knowledge which wants someone to taste it.Let me live my life, and let that life on which i based it,Take my hand and let my shadow be wasted,Bring this fire of mine, to the edge of timeand salute my spirit for shadow gone, it is my turn to shine.

I learn, I growI gather, I throwI build, I break I bear the painBut I gather the piecesAnd I rise againI grow new wings,Again I flyKeener, faster, stronger...And higher, towards the skyI wave my new dreams

I chase new sunsJoining new flocks,New companionsI face new storms....A few tough bendsAnd a few dead endsMy dreams are shatteredAnd I lose my friends.I am weak, I am lost,And I feel so lowI am all alone.I have nowhere to go.But that is life I know.....It is all part of the gameAnd I bear pain.....I gather the ashes,And I rise again...I make friends with my teaI overcome my fears,I learn to enjoyWrist wrestling with my faI adopt, I struggle and I creA brand new worldOn a brand new day.New colours, new brushes.

And I paint a new way.New dreams, new sky, newhorizonAnd I continue my journeyTowards the sun.

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Shine, My wasted shadow shine-Samanyu2nd Mech

-Chandra Pra

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(Out of curiosity)We planned to invade the proctor office to discuss the excessive free rides we are being shovedupon by the men in uniform on wheels. The conclusions drawn:

1.The recruitment of the force…..

First and foremost to clear about the members of the Proctorial board including they are allteachers and its in their hands to take decisions and reach conclusions if you are lucky to hitch a ride on Sumo. While the peopleyou interact (without words mostly) are - Sr. Security Officer, Security Officer, Security Inspector and other daily wage basedemployees consisting of the Sr. Supervisor, Supervisor and the Security Guards. The selection procedure: Men enrolled in the security force are retired military people who are shortlisted by security agenciescommissioned by the University before they face the honourable men of the University for an Interview with, “scrutiny of character” , carrying quite a weight.

2.The duty of a security in charge? As they put it, “ to maintain peace and security outside the hostel premises ”.

Our side, “ when and on what grounds are we liable to questioning and further action by them?” To understand this we neefocus on the often neglected, 'Basic Rules' that we need to follow:

An ITian should not be found outside the hostel after the gates are shut.. If a student is found drunk, he/she should be immediately expelled (so if the sumo brigade finds you in a fishy/fizzy state

don't be surprised when you are back to normal- you may have lost your I card or spent some time in proctor office).We are aware that the above offences very often go unnoticed. So , another question…. do they do this voluntarily or involuntarily?Well, minor offences are forgiven –the proctorial board (we know who they are….) knows how and what college life is.

Nevertheless if a report reaches the chief proctor office regarding serious offences (such as possession of weapons, drugs, cybercrime to name a few) you are liable to immediate expulsion.

3.So who decides what's wrong and what's not? Who frames the laws?The proctorial board has nothing to do with framing laws and churning out rules –its not their business. Rules are framed

by the university administration and in our case the IT administration too. It includes everything from the hostel timings to otherrules regarding festivals and anti-ragging drive are framed by the IT-administration. The proctorial board is only there to assist the

administration ensuring rules are followed and peace and security is maintained.Then can I be locked up in the CPO if I'm discovered breaking a rule? Yes!! You can if the offence is found to be grave enough.A major Loophole (beware…) - Very often decisions are entirely situational- for cases which do not require reporting or

reference, it is up to the security officer in the Sumo to decide if the student's offence is serious enough to be questionable. This hasmany a times lead to extremely normal things being tagged offensive (for instance, a boy and girl roaming together, carrying a dholfor the nukkad natak or painting the Gymkhana walls).

And often we are traumatized in the name of moral policing, Why?As we heard from them that IT used to be a serene sector not long back but of the recent increased complains of

indiscipline, thefts, fights etc. This has caused the administration to give strict orders to the proctorial board regarding security inIT, supplemented by rules such as the boy's hostel timings(girls as well). Lopsidedly ,ITians (of which the major section isdisciplined) face the consequences of the overactive security force.

4.The major issue of concern, can people of opposite gender roam freely in the campus together? Any protocols on that?The university obviously cannot oppose it, and it does not. You can (should) go to the shops, VT, library etc. but why go to

the agricultural farm-That may lead to (situational again) consequences (your safety is in your hand…) .The expected behaviour isone which suits the moral standard.

5.So is the proctorial board responsible for moral policing as well?Yes it is. Though there is no such mention in the rulebook, over the time the board seems to have adopted this

responsibility as well. And the moral standards expected from us are the normal clauses keeping in mind the campus and itssociety.

And coming to IT –we are under the most strict surveillance- Expectations (of a disciplinedand morally groomed behaviour) are critically high.

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IT BHU- The Proctor Protocol -Abhinav PandeyRamgopal Varma



we decided to pick up something from one of the prolific bloggers in IT chechk out - http://between-classes.blogspot.comby Bitin Nath (3rd SMST)

The Last Post...and why I miss hostel life

Yeah, you read it right. This is, in effect, the last post of my rather short lived, but prolific blogging career... for February. For those of you breathing a sigh of relief, at not having to put up with my absurd fecundity, calling a stud(short for studious) a nihilist... and odd wordplay(odd in the same way a three headed dragon sitting on Hans Stoehr road would be called odd...) and the general load of bullshit I so effortlessly drop. And yes, come March, I will take up the cudgels once again, and resume with my curmudgeonly blogs. And of course, for those who steadfastly ignore my writing, I have only this to say, good for

you. Now... getting on with it..The thing about this post is... it's an ode to you, patient reader.. So, without further ado... presenting the five things I miss

about my hostel... tara ra tat taraaaa...

1.The BATHROOMS: Yeah, my hostel has unparalleled loos. What sets them apart... is the stink emanating from their dark recesses, simply has no equal. And I even experimented with dead lizards at home. Believe me, the bathrooms are simplyinimitable.

2.The ROOMS: Nice, warm and cosy. After all, it's hard to imagine anything cosier that a 4ft*8ft room... inhabited by 2 people,

and sometimes, by a whole dozen.. Not even DLF could come up with a similar architectural marvel 3.The ROOM-MATE: Serves as a nice prelude to married life of course...and steels us against the possibility that our wives might

be... Himesh fans, homicidal maniacs, or just plain old quirky.4.The INTERNET: Blazingly fast of course, and provides a wide range of sites... like google, google news, and the front page of

wikipedia. And of course, certain minor problems cause it to crash, for the better part of a week, but those are just minor problems, totally inconsequential.

5.The FOOD: The variety is mindboggling. From chili potato to fried potato to potato chips, we have it all. And of course, for proteins, assorted insects and maggots. The mess people believe in a complete balanced diet. And we thank them for their thoughtfulness.

And after reading this, if you can't wait to get back to your hostels(and I share that sentiment) then I would suggest you don't. Yeah, run away from home, back to your beloved hostel. After all, you know what they say...home is where the hostel is..

Blog updated : Blogging about the types of blogs

1. I, me , and only myself: my love, my life, my desperation, my broken pencil, my profs, my foes , my...................No. Of visitors : 0#.......................................................(spell bound :P )

2. Sarcasm and cynicism : Genius engineers, true love, clean Varanasi, spacious hostel rooms, yummy mess food.........No. Of visitors: 3#GET A LIFE DUDE!!!

3. Anything on stunning backgrounds:Blah blah blah .................more blah blahNo. Of visitor:15#No. Of visits directly proportional to the creativity displayed in colour selection(neglecting the words).....rangingfrom soul stirring black and white to VIBGYOR

4. Social/political/economic viewsTelangana, Kashmir, Inflation, National budget, Maoist, terrorism, natural disasters, poverty, food act..................No. Of visits:7#Pheww!!! Never realised that people are concerned about it..

5. Meaningful creations :Experiences worth sharing, feelings moulded in words, emotions brushed on the canvas, reality caught on reel...........No. Of visits: 12

#Connects to everyone...Real sense of blogging... -Mitali Shekhawat

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The third law of Newton states that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The most notable aspect of this law is that it is as much applicable to the emotional and intellectual attributes of a living being as it is to the world of physics.Have you ever observed the response of a 5 year old kid towards the non acceptance of his wishes by his parents? The more he isforbidden to do things the more he wants to explore them. Its almost the same with adults too. What then justifies the impositionof arbitrary rules and regulations over the students, rules which are restrictive to the extent that they curb the development of ahealthy social environment and also create a sense of resentment and retaliation amongst the victims? IT has always been thefavourite hangout of the security personnel (guess who??). Our college has been constantly subjected to strict surveillance bythem. Many people have had the opportunity to enjoy a SUMO ride too. Our sophisticated behaviour gives them more excusesto ruin things.

As far as rules (or restrictions, whatever you call them) are concerned, the most talked about topic is the early lockingtime of girls and now the boys too. This becomes quite itchy when any kind of activity apart from the institute curriculum isconcerned. Girls face problems in getting involved in any extracurricular work be it cultural or educational because all activitiestake place after college hours. All of us know very well that all the technical stalwarts among the students are boys--no prizes forguessing the reason--all work starts after the class--the very call of which gets the girls all locked up. The provision of a locking

time is certainly important from the point of view of security but this leads to girls being alienated from the institute activitieswhich certainly is not good. Talking of security there have been incidents where people misbehave with the girls walking on theroads even during the day time. This explains the failure of the above rule to provide security.

This does not all end here. Let us have a look at something which may not seem so explicit, something regarding thedevelopment of a student's personality. Restricted interaction between the two genders is hampering the framing of correctattitude towards each other. Even people in the same class do not feel comfortable enough to speak to each other. Thisconsequence is far more serious than any of the ones discussed above. This is causing the development of another dangerousfactor -something we very well know-desperation.A very vivid example of this is our cultural fest KY. The kind of response theminority on stage gets from the majority in the audience reflects the current state of affairs. Authorities thus, are forced to takeaction in order to discipline the students who suddenly get juvenile and girls are simply sent back to their hostels disallowingthem to attend the pro-nites beyond a specific time (alienation again!!).The dream of a healthy society in the campus is nowhereto be seen even years down the road from now.

And it is just not regarding gender related issues. All the postholders and anybody else who has ever tried conductingworkshops or events would agree that it’s not the preparation for the event but the dreaded permissions which saps away theirenthusiasm as they have to hit their heads with the entire procedure to get approvals from several places. There are stringentrules and restrictions-all these only end up frustrating the involved person who owing to the talent and caliber he possesses isexpected to deliver results- which doesn't happen always. These bundles of energies just get wasted. Something which couldactually be a source of motivation becomes frustrating.

But let us not ignore the other side of the coin. The basic reason for having rules is the creation of a disciplinarianenvironment. As a part of an intellectual race of humans we need to realize our responsibility towards abiding by the rules. Thereare certain destructive minds amongst us who tag it as cool to be against the system. As a result the authorities are forced toimpose stringent rules. But the picture that we see is not a disciplined one. Our sense of discipline starts deteriorating right from

day one of college. The difference between the culture at any IIT and IT is known to all of us. We are not recognized or referredby an 'I' less (something we've been crying about) but by the way we are.

What could possibly be a solution to such a chaos?? Discipline of course is of utmost importance. But what needs to berealized is that an overdose of restrictions does not bring about discipline. It leads to retaliation and the entire purpose of imposing rules is defeated. It becomes a recursive process whereby restrictions lead to negative behaviour of the students andthis in turn leads to more restrictions being imposed. The intensity of restrictions should be lessened. The only solution to such a

disharmony is students realizing their responsibility and the imposed rules being humane enough.

The Law of DEFIANCE

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-Shriti Raj Abhinav Pandey



Xerox shops were overbooked with certi photocopies weeks ago, ever since news of IT Colour was announced. For therecord, IT Colour is an annual award given to students for excellence in a particular field (sports, music, technical etc) at thenational or state level. The nominations are decided by a committee of esteemed faculty who peruse through every applicationbefore finalizing the awards.

Results-It was no surprise when 18 out of 22 IT Colours were awarded to students for sports activities. Out of theremaining four, two were bagged for literary events, one for music and one for theatre. Spare a thought for these culturalprotagonists- the profile of the winners indicates that the bare minimum qualification for an IT Colour in cultural field was amedal at the All India Inter University YouthFest (that means competing with the Music and Performing arts faculties torepresent BHU, competing against 30 universities at the zonal level, and then against 61 universities at the National level!)Eighteen sportspersons were awarded ITBHU this year, up from 12 last year. All the winners had displayed exemplaryperformance in the Spardha editions. Still it’s always a wonder why the very same teams that romp through Spardha (widelypublicized as India’s largest sports fest), come back empty handed from other college sport fests. No disrespect to IT girls whobagged a sizeable medal tally at BOSM 2009 and ITBHU students who scored a gold in Inter University Basketball Competition(widely applauded by other universities for its fairplay) or to Kashi Vidyapeeth (standing second), but did anyone know thatBHU, with ITians as an integral part of that team, bagged first position in western music at the all India Inter Universityyouthfestival? And that ITBHU students also bagged the overall literarychampionship at the National youth festival, besides

winning quizzes at several IITs?

Many have won laurels in the technical field as well- students have written papers with Nobel Laureates, worked onpath-breaking projects,filed for patents and won competitions in technical fests throughout India. ITBHU is among the top 10institutes worldwide in GSoC (Google Summer of Code). But we suppose they first need to be appreciated and known in thestudent circles. Then the students have to make an effort and apply for such awards as well! With the institute appreciating andhonouring achievements in co-curricular events, we look forward to the emerging talent creating waves next semester!

IT DAY -a sporty affair

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Face 2 face------------------------------Dr. R

Goonj: How did you decide to come here? Was it worth?

Sir: ( smiles ) Making this decision was not tough as I always had BHU in my mind and my purpose to come here was to induce thinkingand research and my thought took shape when I was invited by Dr.P.K.Mishra who was my batchmate in IIT Roorkee. I am gladabout the involvement as I have delivered lectures all over the world and in India- I have been to NIT Jalandhar, IISC- Bangaloreand the IITs... and I feel that the students here have a comparatively more balanced personality because they are a part of a universitywith cross disciplinary interaction unlike other engineering institutes. But I was surprised by the low number of PGstudents here because that is what indicates the extent of research.

Goonj : Sir, now that IT BHU is on the verge of adding the much awaited ,'I' to its name....what are your views on it? Sir: I am happy for ITBHU since it will lead to an increment in funds, the system will be more transparent and conducive. But, I

must say that if it results in isolation, it might be a loss to both BHU and IT, since knowledge can be created only when intellectualsfrom different fields come together. And I think even Mahamana had a foresight that BHU would be at par with the likes of Stanford

and Harvard.

Goonj: After this even I am bent on thinking in this direction (confused a bit).... So, sir any message for the students who want to pursueresearch and the ones already in it?

Sir: Its very simple, staying in your core and being a part of every wave of innovation is a long term interesting profitableinvestment. Most of the students go for short term investment which is, though attractive, but not progressive as after fewyears when you will be 40, your accumulation of knowledge will count and you will never regret it and can be seen as thereare several international companies who want to hire Ph.D's. You have to like knowledge and learn more at every step. In ourbatch, there were 34 of us, out of which 15 opted for post-graduation.

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J a u n d i c e r i c e Diarrohea Rajma Food Poisoning Salad

The nation celebrated the Safety Day on 4th March and so did we, not

exactly in the same fashion but then again in our own unique way.

Girls'HostelIt was rumored that the management was going to organize a fire

show in GSMC premises!!!(Sorry boyz, the entry was restricted to girlsonly).The management ,as a precautionary measure conducted a survey of thehostel {first time ever in the history of hostels} and found out that in case of anyfire emergency the only way left for the gals would be to jump from thebalcony!!!{the interior channel gates are all locked up}. This too would take a lotof time owing to the over optimization of space in the hostel. Now they certainlycould not allow this with 'the ratio' being in such a dismal state.They took thenecessary precautions-they canceled the fire show. Thereby saving the girls andthe boys.

IT-LabsThose few of you who are dying to have few adventures under

their belt might start with this-be fully drenched in water and walk in any of theelectrical labs a.k.a the safest labs in IT. IMP-Tell your friends to relay your

experiences at www.groups.google.co.in/goonj In case you don't make it outalive, sad but not entirely unexpected. We assure you your martyrdom won't goin vain. You will be remembered forever as the pioneer of a new revolution.

LANEven IT LAN could not remain untouched with the safety day's

effect. People celebrated the day by being counter terrorists in CS for one fullday.

Hostel MessMany of us complain, yell and rant of

the food being unhygienic and unsafe to eat.This actually displays our shallow thinkingand our age old belief that the administration isresponsible for all this. In reality they aremaking us immune to diseases like jaundice,typhoid, food poisoning and what not. SoSafety Day would be the best for all of us toput an end to our baseless protests.

T h e G o o n j Te a m w i s h e s a l l i t sreaders a happy and safelife at IT BHU.

Boys' HostelIt is just a matter of time that the highly efficient 'dog patrol' of

the boys' hostel be counted among the world's elite security forces. It has beenreported that the LSF (Limbdi Security Force) had 5 new recruits-2 coffee,2black and 1 white in the previous month. It is thanks to their presence in ourcorridors that we feel overwhelmingly safe in our rooms.

IT Saftey Day near misses reported today....

.......hoping for a better tomorrow-Jayantika

Mitali ShekhParth Ag

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Prashant Tambey

Nakul Manocha

Mitali Shekhawat

Jayantika Soni

Abhinav Pandey Ram Gopal Varma

Aayush Agarwal

Anant Raman

Mugdha

Aniruddh Vashisth

Shriti Raj Parth Aviral Srivastava Ambuj Kanupriya Ahirnish Pa

The EDITORIALAbhinav Pandey 3rd Trical

? Ram Gopal Varma 3rd Trical? Aviral Srivastava 2nd Mech

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Creative TeamMitali Shekhawat 3rd BiochemShriti Raj 3rd CompSciJayantika Soni 3rd TricalMugdha 3rd TricalAnant Raman Sharma 3rd MetaAniruddh Vashisth 2nd CivilParth Agarwal 1st BiomedAmbuj Srivastava 1st MetaAhirinish Pareek 1st CompSciNikhil Jain 1st Meta

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Kanupriya 1st Biochem

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DesigningNakul Manocha 2nd MechPrashant Tambey 2nd Mech

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MarketingAayush Agarwal 2nd CivilVineet Hansaria 1st Civil

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