THE TALE OF INTIMIDATION OF KASHMIR AND BEGINNING OF FREEDOM COMBATS

In Her Distress, amidst bloodshed and withering lives,

Our beloved motherland Kashmir,

Glad to see her blessed sons sacrificing their lives amidst the Tyranny

Inspiring every nook and corner to stand and cry out,

“Oh! Thee beloved Kashmir, we would struggle, we would fight, we would protest, surely we will, till we don’t end all this agony”.

Bright sun peeping out from the majestic mountains displaying its beauty in the rippling water of Dal, the vale of Kashmir enchanting the holy verses of Quran with the hymns of Sufi saints in the mosques, the wind enamoring the mellifluous songs of birds and myriads of hopes entering clandestinely in the secluded valley KASHMIR, nothing as such has changed from the past few days but has there been any change???? Yes of course there has been a change, a remarkable change, a change of cognizance among the Kashmiris which truly has changed the outlook of Kashmir from “THE DARK KASHMIR” to “THE AWAKENING KASHMIR”.

All along the history of Kashmir, people here have faced all kinds of turmoils, may that be fake encounters, harassments, bomb explosions, bullet firings, or even the custodial killings and now the grisly politics of central government and Jammuties especially the BJP on seizing 100 acres of the Forest land on the pretext of Sri Amarnath shrine board which neither belongs to them nor to the government. The recent uprising has truly been an eye opener for the Kashmiris. One simply can’t turn deaf and blind to what is happening and what caused it….

MAY 28 2008, the congress-PDP government transfers 100 acres of forest land to SASB. PDP MLA and minister of forests Qazi Afzal sign the file. June 28, Coalition partner PDP withdraws support to congress led government. July 7, Azad government resigns and RSS affiliated AYSS calls for an economic blockade in the region. All this petty politics has led to the prevailing conditions and now what we saw….

The gruesome image of Political diplomacy and its instability, the use of brutal forces by the security personals, the economical blockade by the extremist Jammuties, the killings of innocent youths, the use of expired tear gases, the use of petrol bombs by the Jammuties on truck drivers. What next…..More than 50 killings, 1000s of people with critical injuries, curfews , shootouts, pathetic conditions of injured youths in hospitals with insignificant provisions and medicines and now the use of brutal forces on the innocent citizens...

People cant remain now sielent.The recent uprising had a multifaceted importance in the sense that it had “A COSMOPOLITAN IMPACT”. Right from uploading the videos on YOUTUBE, presentation of ideas through blogging to the recent addition of real gory pictures of Kashmir’s suffering in greaterkashmir.asia; people all over the world are being acknowledged with the truth. New York Times, The Boston, The guardian, all the reputed newspapers around the globe presented the real image of happenings in this valley. Surely Truth can’t be concealed now?

What next, we could see “young protesters were with “AZADI” inscribed on their forehead, Thousands of women on streets protested and marched ahead amidst the firings of tear gases by the security forces, people on bikes were with green and black flags shouting “hum kya chatay azadi, Naray takbeer ALLAHUAKBAR!”, people with “mashals” on streets protested during night and beat the tin roofs to mark the complete blackout”. Tailors, cloth merchants, painters, drivers, all worked day and night preparing the new prospect of struggle, painting on the streets , walls, the graffiti with freedom slogans, preparing flags inscribed with “ALLAHUAKBAR and LA ILLAHA ILLAL LAH” without even charging a single penny” ,volunteers on relief operations all around providing provisions to the protesters and the needy”.

Isn’t this a beginning, a beginning of a new Struggle to see A FREE AWAKENED KASHMIR ….A Kashmir where voices are not burked, where bullets and bombs don’t meddle the silence, where innocents are not killed, where people work day and night without any harassments, where only peace prevails….IT IS A DREAM TO BE FULFILLED IN NEAR FUTURE….A DREAM OF FREE UNCHAINED KASHMIR.. If this is not to be realized then u are a human with dead soul....

please let us live!!!!

END UP WITH ENGINEERING EFFORTS

I put up all my efforts now …
I got my valor and strength to grab up an opportunity to be an engineer…
Oh my! The circuits and networks and the Norton Thevenin theorem…
The mathematical expressions to fill up in the brain and then all it to disappear…
Maybe the future provides a good engineer or may be not but the mentor always make it a point that an engineer could only be a good engineer and rest are not to appear…
I hate up now for I need to know where the teacher is and where is my mentor??

It has been a year that I realized that my qualification is now to be an engineer. Engineering does mean something… It means to put your efforts to know the art of building up. I did build up now…Yes I did…I build up stresses, tensions, a horror of getting backlog due to shortages and exams at doorstep every time…I am an engineer now. An engineer of thoughts after all…I now know how to burn up switches, how to sleep on drawing board and how to run out of the time. Rules make me now like to be in class early, to return books within a week, to make up the attendance even if you are very Ill... You have to come otherwise SHORTAGE. You can only provide a reasonable justification…What about a death certificate????

You have to respect, agree and be mum otherwise you could be failed. They say knowledge is vision, light, power, enlightment and a destiny. Engineering gave me a modified knowledge. I got a blurred vision, diffused bulb of light,de-enlightment,no power and a dismay.

Give us some time now and really give us our life back….
Why do I want my childhood back…Why???
For I had my mentors then…Who knew me and never did I got overburdened…
They made me then and I made them proud at times..
I miss them. I miss my mentor...

I now think engineering as part of my life. I measure, analyze and at time figure out. I now know how to measure troubles in life, distance of roads, stars in sky and to measure words in the word measurement. I analyze now, analyzing the psychics…and now I know how to figure out.I figure out the frustrations….This is all the ART OF BEING AN ENGINEER…

A RECAP OF OUR FREEDOM STRUGGLE

54th DAY I REMEMBER

I have not seen such a spirit and aspiration of the people as such in my lifetime and this kinda impact with world wide condemnation yet another perspective in the ongoing struggle here. The government has failed to workout to the needs of the common people...I have been wondering what is it doing now after it held all kind of cabinet meetings. I think the opposition speaks sense particularly the CPI (communists), but that maybe also because to gain the peoples support. The PDP too failed to represent the opposition may it be in our cabinet or may it be in Lok sabha.With this political scenario i can only say that the governing rule is all worried about the power and the opposition is all crying the crocodile tears.40 deaths so far with mostly people of teenage groups and even the children of age group in 10..what is left out now?? I wonder don’t these security personal have their own children or is it they are childless widows???
The incoming of RAF(Rapid Action Forces),the political package improvement, the unemployment eradication and the curfew to be strictly followed!!! Is this the solution that Mr CM brought about?? If they are the real governing dominions of the disputed territory then how come the NC patron Mr.Farooq Abdullah say "Kashmir ko goli maro". His recent speech in the NDTV BUCKS STOPS HERE...he neither spoke of the martyred nor of the families their, he just was concerned about the education. I just wanna ask him "Where is the education of his hypocritical pledge he took when he got his doctor ship that come what may, peoples live is a priority"? Hasn’t he pledged that whole heartedly? Let’s speaks sense at least rather than speaking non sense. We the youth aren’t concerned about our education, as much we want a dominion where our views and aspirations work out as such....FREEDOM IS WHAT WE WANT...its not a tyrannical government that will fulfil our education.Seema Mustafa, a human right activist rightly condemned the government and the CMs inability to come out to the people the reason of the tense situation here. Why the CM didn’t visit the hospitals? Why didn’t he utter even a single word of sympathy to the families who lost their dear ones....?Let me make my view clear. I really don’t know what freedom actually means...but i just know that it’s the eradication of this tyranny prevailing here in Kashmir right now. And let the Kashmir be given its Autonomy as such..Ameen

THE SPICES OF KASHMIR

The vale of saints and the vale of stalwarts….

The vale of Sufis and the vale of learners….

The land which Almighty has blessed….

I praise thee Oh Almighty that you gifted me to be…

A tinge of this paradise….

I want to live and live here whatever life I am given...

I want to die, die here after all that I may be forgiven

The land is blessed, blessed for its simplicity,

Blessed for its valour and for its endurance

Praise for its brave sons, praise for its intellectuals…

May the evil remain aloof from this paradise and

May Allah Bless it forever and ever!!!

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon. I was sitting with my friends and sipping my favourite beverage, nune chaie. We started talking about the best places to live on earth. There came many different answers…Europe, Middle-east, US….

When my turn came to voice my opinion, I could think of no other place except my homeland, Kashmir…. The vale of Kashmir has always fascinated me. I can’t help falling in love with its sights, sounds and flavours------ whether that is the aroma of "Nune chaei", the taste of "Chechewore", the feast of haressa, or the banquet of "Kashmiri wazwaan".

The "Nune chaei" also known as "shier chaei" is the tea made in Kashmir, which is pleasant pinkish or peach in color, with some salt added to it. Tea is salted to resist the cold! The "Chechewore" is a special kind of bread that is made in Kashmir, round in its outlook it could be called as the feast of poor!

Who doesn't know about haressa and Kashmiri wazwaan. It needs no description! About the monuments.....Ghanta Ghar marks as the absolute destination. Ghanta Ghar is not simply a clock tower. It’s an epic which marks the political scenario of this Kashmir. It has the potential to prove as a platform for the various flags which at the times represent the sentiments of the people. What amuses me though is that it shows Everything but time!!!

FM Radio operator in Srinagar ie BIG 92.7 FM, Big RJs and then the big programs, "Suno Sunao Life banao, Bhuzev Bauznave Life banayew" fill the air waves with the songs we like to hear. Who doesn’t now know about the prank call that marks the theme of "Sophie ki Topi"? Kashmir has everything to spice up the life. The comic tales of "Ahad Raze", his humour is just unforgettable. Who can forget "hashe naushe", Hafiz Nagma, Band Pather and the Chakri?

The holy shrines of Dastageer Sahab, Mukdum Sahab,Chari sharief, Khanqah Moulla (The mosque founded by the sufi saint Shah-i- Hamdan) and Bulbul Sahab marks Kashmir as the land of Sufis and Saints and one could not resist the visit to these holy places.

This all is a specialty of Kashmir and that is what we love our homeland for.

ALL ABOUT HAWEEZ

From the day i met her, she has been a girl of a great "disorientation"  LOL , i mean that was what i thought about her and thus may not hold " true " now

What she means to me is a different issue now....well one might ask me why i had to write about her and give her life on a writing cause....well it is because she holds a very good place in my heart ...and she once had asked me to write about her and i had promised that..As they say a person is known by the promises he keeps..

Coming to my beloved I must say she is a person I never thought i could be a friend with, i hated conventees; and that's not because it was a school rivalry but it was because maximum girls i met at tuition's or anywhere else of convent held so much ego and thus i hated them....

She came to my life when i saw her in my class of engineering back in 2008 october. She was all along making the charts we had for an assignment....Once again disorganized !!! she has this thing which i pray she changes in herself and i know much has got changed now..Her disorientation and her way of forgetting things and her fear...

She feared in exams, i once recall we had 12th exam board in kothibagh and while all finished their papers,she was stuck.Even back in college she left her belongings at the university.This was probably her way of Donating things....Well thats my haweez.

Well i adore her and respect her nature,she never fears of giving and helps others even before asked,she knows when my tears trickles,she knows when i am concealing,she knew much about my secrets much before any one could realize.You can say either she is a mind reader or she is a person whom you could not deceive from.

She is a girl whose phone is all messed but even messed up, it has all the things adored by girls,marriage photos,dresses marks up her dream...Well she likes to be groomed...and me and rameesa would say,"when will she be normal!!". At the end came to know that it was not her being over acknowledged, it was rameesa and me being ignorant...well let me tell we are four friends divided in two sections(lol) besties haweez nadiya and besties me rameesa,though the combination may vary around...

I know haweez i spoiled this article,well whats the article which only praises you!! 

Haweez had a great rivalry with our beloved Mr.Ghajini back in our college time...it may be due to her extreme giggles she had with nadiya ,though nadiya being the culprit , it was haweez who got traped most of the times...Didnt understand why among four of us she had been a victim of teachers !!!

She was our comfort in the sense that at suicide point we loved to be with her ( i hope you get it hawy)

I once remember she had a dialogue which got famous of our times " Ye katti watti kuch nae hotte hae ye  bla bla hotee hae " .She tried every adventure ranging from her climbing trees with us though being held by herself , to blowing balloons to being ruthless while water fight.I wish i could take my revenge back on you....

I remember once she was asked to stitch a cloth piece and all she did was gave one stitch what she called "tookh".The funny thing was she said she was good at it .

Haweez you are dear to me much like you wont know...may you be happy and get best in life...Your way of being a practicing Muslim gave me a hid-ayah which i adore of you the most..:P n thanks to your glass paintings and a good cooking i feel that a girl can be multi talented...well yes you are talented :)

A poem for you for an epilogue :)

The world was dark it was void it came with a friend

who led me to a way and a happiness it did send

My life came up it got bestowed in a bed of roses

u were there and i wish u be there till my life closes....

LOTS OF CARE :)

A PAST DEBATE

THE PANEL OF IUST KASHMIRI MUSLIM STUDENTS AND KASHMIRI PANDITS

The show starts with Sagrika’s comment “We are here to create bridges tonight”. So far the thought was the most misused. What was the crux of the delegation and the debate?? The show starts with polling and polling started with sending of the sms! Can’t anyone tell them that sms got banned here from past 2 months and of course it is a part of India’s democracy… In 1989, a widespread armed insurgency started in Kashmir and it had a motive behind. It was against the brutality of the armed forces and against the innocent killings and it was based on the India’s occupation on the land and the pandits migrated due to this fact and that once the normalcy returns they hoped to come back. The kashmir thenceforth couldn’t manage the normalcy and the pandits so far couldn’t make up their way back. But the fact is that the basis was not communal and it was basically on the question that why innocent people of kashmir got killed by the security forces? Aditya Raj kaul’s statement that how can we support them if people chant the slogen “ Azadi ka matlab kya La –illa- ha-illah-lah”. Isnt then his this thinking communal ?? Has any Hindu being harmed during the yatra when they were chanting “Bam Bam Bolay”??? Well it is a religious sentiment and we use this because it means oneness of God… and due the trust of Him we fight for a cause. Don’t they fight their struggle with their God’s name??? The mere saying that the stone pelting is grieving the situation wont yield anything when the fact is that people of kashmir have been targeted with the bullets above the thigh level and the main target is the eyes and the head.. Has the stone pelting killed any CRPF personal??? It is a way to address the wrath when mothers lose their sons of age 9 and 10 . What Radhika said that we must acknowledge that Kashmir is a big issue..and she got to know about that when we addressed the turmoil here by stone pelting.Of course it is not peacefull but could the media and the govermentt of India acknowledge this fact that there is a problem if people wont resort to stone pelting? I don’t agree to Aditya Raj’s comment that there is no discrimination.Then I must ask them why Ladakh and Jammu don’t have army and why don’t people their get any harm.Are their any killings in Jammu or Ladakh???The revered CM and PM took 2 months to acknowledge the Kashmir issue but it took them a week to look for ladakh flood..Isnt this a discrimination???Todays struggle is not leadered by anyone.I do agree with Sarmad that it is a people’s movement and the answer is to hold a plebiscite.It has nothing to do with treating Yasin mallik and Bita karatay as criminal or even misunderstanding seperatist leaders as communal.It is a view. What they speak of Gandhi we speak of Geelani. The Kashmiri pandiths time and again asked about their empathy from Kashmiri people. What about their empathy towards the recent 60 innocent killing?? Did they spoke a word about it,leave the concept of condemning it. We are struggling for Azadi and Azadi means ending of this tyranny to which I wont agree with Asiya.She just said we are not right now wanting Azadi. The recent 3 months sruggle is a freedom movement and we here want the tyranny of the Indian government to stop! Then what are we protesting for? Sagrika’s comment that you have India’s democracy and economic packages given,like the IAS topper Shah faisals triump. Was it a gift given by India to Shah faisal or was it his own hard work? There are many Kashmiris who have their dreams shattered just because of the communal thought of India on Kashmiris.How many Kashmiris have been given the special posts in the indian dominion?

I just want the government to address to the grivences before it is too late..I would like to say the people of India listen us now otherwise we would lose the trust of you and then stop listening to you people…

HOPE

I may have life that shines, glorifies and yet at times takes over me....

I am a girl afterall so naive but not so mingled.......

I may be given at times, yet i may be taken away from the way....

I am a girl afterall so naive but not so eluded....

I may be wrong yet i may have my mistakes but cant I...

I am a girl afterall so naive but not so wronged....

I have my valor and my strength and i can change a way....

I am girl afterall so naive but not that weakened....

I live and live up for my life,its my posession and dont try to rule me...
I am a girl afterall so naive but not so dominated......

I am thankfull to thee oh Allah you made me with a purpose....

Forgive me I am a girl afterall so naive but not so transgressed....
I have my hopes...it weakens me and takes my purpose at times....

I am a girl afterall so naive but not so despaired....

Let me believe thee and see life with all these weaknesses..It is beautiful indeed....

I am a girl afterall happy and contented.....

Thanks to me for being me...

BEENISH

WHY I INTROSPECT

I crept along went along leaving my past I had thought

I won’t remember or introspect but lest it came

It came along me, my eyes waits, it waits for a destiny

I had left all along these years, it again came

The things got burned and the past got erased

But why didn’t the memories faded, why it again made a way

I had made a present devoid of past, but past came

Along a way of my future, why it again came

Just like a pearl in the oyster it had remained safe

It leapt again...why my hope never dies. Oh thee it again came

The respect, the gratitude, the moments I had left all along...

It makes me feeble now again...the weakness again came...

Oh thee God give me a way to remain upstage from the way I had left along

Give me strength to leave a hope and memories in the way

Of past...to see my future of me for me and with me meant for only me.

BEENISH

WHEN LIFE GIVES NOTHING BUT SNOW

From the past two weeks, valley has been submerged under snow. Though the sun tries hard to peep through the clouds, but it seems that we saw it ages ago. It could now be called the snow age. Snow here, snow there, snow sky, snow ground, snow house, snow car, snow bird, snow girl, snow boy, snow animal, all around snow. God has been merciful to us in terms of snow.

No matter what snow made us devoid of, it added darkness and emptied us of the necessities. It made us bold and strong enough to bear the trauma of continuous electricity cut outs. It turned a mentor to us to learn how Early Man survived.

Waking up seeing the breath taking view added bliss but being trapped without the necessities took this happiness soon. No phone, no net, no water, no light, no commodities but a big yes to snow. It seems like God wanted to repeat the process of survival of the fittest. Thanks to the inventor of candles otherwise we would have not been able to realize to whom we are talking lately these pathetic nights. Mamma told me the old folk tales of long timed snow of infinite depths (waraeh zyadah aus asaan ,chu kus maen hae) and said they used to open windows to do the house jobs as the door used to get stuck by snow. They used to blow mats on that snow till the snow changed color and till they got satisfied with the cleaning. A dry vegetable (hokh suen) was the need of the hour with fewer commodities to come from outside sources. She told me how once my grandfather had got stuck at Srinagar due to prolonged snow, the great Dul lake had got frozen that time. These days who would have thought the same would happen. The New Year brought 21 century close to 19th. Blackouts changed to whiteouts.

The irony didn’t stop here; next good news came up as pir panjal transmission line broke up. What could have a book learned engineer like me infer from this. When asked by others what it meant I could only say that it will get well soon. No doubt it did but it turned to be ill for a longer duration than what I had said. Thermometers turned useful not only in checking the temperature of the outside Kashmir but also of the long queued patients inside. I guess it turned to be inversely proportional law. Less temperature outside, more temperature inside. What I could say Beenish’s winter fearing law est. 2012 (Hope to get a patent soon).

I think snow should be acclaimed this time for being available in all forms; avalanches, snow drifts, icicles, snow flurry, glaciers, and snow mobiles. It had been a tough job and still tough job to come in clearing all these snowy roads. At the end what I could say is that snow is the much awaited bliss for all, it seems like snowmen come alive when it snows, snow sledge has its arrival when it snows, flakes outside adds bliss to a heart, the whiteness and the uniqueness it has cannot be attained in any other season or in any other region. We are lucky ones to see and feel it. Still I don’t want the snow now and my patience has ended. God please let the Kashmir get well soon of this extended snow and temperature dip. Ameen

MISTAKE MOCKERY

Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are. These are the life lessons that can be learned but in a hard way...

Mistke...Mistak....Mistake...Yeah now it’s correct! Ever noticed how many mistakes one does in a single day and how many one have made during his lifetime? Sometimes they can be one in a day or sometimes it may turn out to be century in just a few days. Sometimes they can be funny but at times could be so lethal that it may transform into lifetime remorse. But what I think is that how people agree to this statement “I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice, had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes”. I never felt my mistake valuable! I don’t even consider them as lessons since I am either held up in these mistakes or in their outcomes! It always happens with the result of getting a sound scolding from the elders or may even turn out to be the others grudges. There are millions of mistakes done by humans in this world since the human evolution but still I think that mistakes are basically of three natures.

Well this classification is not based on any theory or any scientific experimentation. It is all just my perception. Mistakes may be a Fault, a Crime or a silly one. Faults are mistakes of ignorance and they are most of the times spared if the other person doesn’t have lost that much patience. Crime is an extreme case of mistake, not spared anytime. I won’t make a mistake of defining a crime for my profession has ignorance of the word crime. Silly mistakes are yet another case that we often make. Sometimes blowing signs or factorial errors in maths or sometimes reading the question wrongly in a much crucial exam, the others may be misplacing, putting things wrongly or even forgetting. In business the mistakes may turn out to be bankruptcy, not thinking of the survival or the loss of momentum. But in engineering field the mistakes may turn out to be faulty bridges, faulty circuits, faulty structures or the faulty transformers. The engineering mistakes are much more dangerous for it may account for causalities in a much number. In the medical profession the mistake is all around the life of a human being. One single mistake can just take away a precious life. While I remember in my alumina I made a mistake of short circuiting the Thevinin

circuit to which my mentor honoured me of designing an explosive. An invention due mistake!

We never know when the mistakes originated. But I guess these are inborn human instincts and were present from the day humans got created. According to Isaac Asimov “When people thought that earth was flat, they were wrong. When people thought earth was spherical they were wrong. But if you think that thinking that thinking the earth is spherical is just as wrong as thinking the earth is flat, then your view is wronger than both of them put together,”

Mistakes we do make knowingly or unknowingly. To err is human. How much we try to overcome them, more will they try to meddle with us. But the fact is how one knows to live up with myriads of mistakes around and how one knows the way out of that mistake. Hope you don’t make another mistake of your life while reading my article!

WILL COLLEGE LIFE COME BACK ? ALL ABOUT CAMPUS JOYS

Being in college away from the selfish world, with friends surrounding and beautiful talk around. Would this time come to an end? It seems as if someone is telling me a lie or as if it is a fictitious tale. It won’t end up. I won’t be left alone, I will have my friends with me and the days will be the same. But it isn’t the reality. The college life will end up. Life will now change and it will move on with newer experiences and newer people. Graduating is a dream come true but saying goodbye to the years we spent being fearless seems quite an injustice.

IUST has always been a great place, its beauty and its being away from the sorrowful world. It seems like it had been a cage. A cage that had kept us away from the worldly sorrows, a cage whose captivity was better than the freedom. I am writing about it to give it all I’ve got in these last years because this is the last time I get to embrace what I have been given. I can gratefully and genuinely say that I am leaving here on a very good note. I was fortunate enough to fall right into this alumina. Not knowing what to expect, I initially became frustrated with the process, but then I started to comprehend the importance of being here. May that be education, co-curricular activities, and functions or may that be organizing camps, placements and debates. It has its own way.

I am turning nostalgic already though I still have a month. It will leave me with the most beautiful memories. I will miss the suicide point where worries would vanish, I will miss the canteen where we spend more of time, got ill and visited again the very next day, I will miss the library where we could see people studying, I will miss the corridor where we could sit and gossip, I will miss the auditorium where we listened less and laughed more, I will miss the fights we had when we got hurt. I will miss everything. The classes we bunk, the notes we photostat, the bus we miss, the times we cry, the friend’s birthday, the empty pockets, the teachers grudge, the low grade, the topper, the begging for marks, the canteen of unfilled stomach, the shoulder of a friend, the enemy in  campus, the prank and  laugh, the teacher's acting and the picnics to come. It made our day, a day of college graduate.

I can’t believe four years passed. I remember the first day like it was yesterday. Our life there had some best moments, especially when we first had gone for ragging the juniors and then we had the proctor around to check who is ragging. We had an escape luckily from the windows, an escape of fugitives. The next time we had engaged in water fights and accidentally the water splashed to one of our strict teacher of control system, though we had a narrow escape still that incident brought us nightmares. During exams we had another tactics; though we never got the time enough for writing but tallying the objectives at the last moment miraculously had the time. I remember the frightful day when we had exam of the most haunted paper of data structure (midterm) and all I just became blank. I had no other way to stand up the tension and I cried “If you people want us to fail why you take up the exams”.

Luckily we passed the data structure but the way I cried in library made a funniest moment there. We almost constantly made our invigilators to cry up. Teachers made more of complaints than providing our HOD’s the appraisal notes. I still remember when somehow our class got fire (the reason which we have kept hidden like a secret) and we got detained for a month. We got a lucky vacation.