Saturday, December 31, 2011

GoodBye 2011

I can't believe it's one year since I came to US, I was so busy pampering me, me and myself all the time. Yeah, life is wonderful this year.Hope it is going to be the  same way next year too.







HAPPY NEW YEAR MY DEAR BLOGGERBUDDIES
Love You All!!
Remember, Life is precious as well as devine.
Lead it the way you want,
but make you sure you never regret your deeds.



P.S: I am waiting for some good news, wish me good luck.Hope I will soon post about it :)

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Me, Indians, 24 and blah blah..

If some one asks me about India, I get too excited to tell about how different cultures, traditions differ from place to place, but how all of us posses a commonality.On the other day, Demetar and I were having a chat and he asked me about our educational system, I said that we have some of the best colleges that are recognized world-wide like ISB,IIMs and IITs, getting an admission in those colleges wouldn't be less difficult than getting admission in Wisc. He said that he was glad he didn't come from a place, that had this level of competition.

After a week, I had Design Of Analysis and Algorithms exam, the toughest course in our college.Doing the assignment given by the professor takes a minimum of three complete days, yet I am not sure I will be able to implement my logic as a formulae and develop an algorithm. But most of the Indians get around 80-90, come on every other member(I mean exclude the Indians) knew that we are copying it from the solutions given in the previous semesters. To some extent this was fine even if a person who figures out the answer using his brain gets 50 marks and we get 80 marks. But what if I say that most of the students used Smart phones to copy in the exam by downloading the material and sending messages(True or False) to others.Shameless. Remember something, if you do some illegal thing when you are abroad , you not only represent yourself but also your country.

Yes, I felt so embarrassed when the Professor, asked "how the hell did all of you write the algorithm if you can't solve the problem, I exactly gave you the home work problem except I changed the numbers.".And, there comes the comments , "Budde numbers badal diye is kevaste hum lik nay paye"," We are smart, we used smart phones ", "Hey shorty, give us the papers else we will leave ".

How disgusting , he is highly talented professor who had designed algorithms by himself and we smart Indians who are good at copying call him "shorty","budde". Initially, I felt that the professor is showing slight racism by  treating Indians like we don't know anything, yeah it's true we don't know anything except copying and we are the ones due to which the word 'Plagiarism ' became so populuar in US.

I felt so bad that I lied to Demetar, yeah I shouldn't have boasted about Indians. After knowing that being an undergrad student, he can do far better than most of the final sem grad students.




Finally done with it!!!!!!!!
Come on, don't even let the thought of  'exams' creep in your mind, I am least bothered about studies for the past  few weeks. Yeah, I can't believe how desperate I was to watch all the series.Seriously , I had done "string reversal" problem for around 10 hours while watching the series and you know what, I kept trying to debug the problem while I made a basic mistake, which I didn't realize until I am done with season 6. Oh come on, now don't keep an awkward expression on your face, I knew 'string reversal', but I was so engrossed in the serial, which was finally reflected in my results:(

P.S :  If you wish to say some thing regarding what I wrote about Indians, please don't waste your time. I am an Indian, I feel so bad writing that way. But this is what's going happening around:(

Friday, November 25, 2011

He gave me flowers..

    I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.We had our first argument last night and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.I know that he is sorry and didn't mean to say the things he said - because he sent me flowers today. 
    I got flowers today. It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.Last night he threw me into a wall and then started to choke me.It seemed like a nightmare but you wake up from nightmares to find that they aren't real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.I know he must be sorry - because he sent me flowers today. 
    I got flowers today. And it wasn't Valentines Day or any other special day. Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me.Makeup and long sleeves didn't hide the cuts and bruises this time.I couldn't go to work because I didn't want anyone to know.But I know he is sorry - because he sent me flowers today. 
    I got flowers today and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.Last night he beat me again and it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him what will I do? How will I take care of the kids?What about money? I'm afraid of him and too scared to leave him!But he must be sorry - because he sent me flowers today. 
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
 It was the day of my funeral.
Last night he finally killed me. I was beaten to death.
If only I would have gathered enough courage and strength to leave him. 
 So I got flowers today - for the very last time. 
~Author Unknown



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