Sunday, 23 December 2012

printf ("Error: you are a girl ! \n");


#include <stdio.h>
#include <string.h>
#define GIRL 0
#define BOY 1
int main()
{

     int girlorboy = 0;
     char nation[100], ans;
     printf("Welcome on planet earth ! Enter your nation in block letters:\t");
     scanf("%s\n", nation);
     printf("Please enter your gender in block letters:\t");
     scanf("%d\n", &girlorboy);
     switch (girlorboy)
     {
          case BOY:
          {
     while( strcmp( nation, "NULL") != 0) ) //any nation
      {
         printf("You are heartily welcome! Facilities which you will enjoy on planet earth are:\n\n");
       printf("1.   Good education\n");
       printf("2.   Relaxed societal norms\n");
       printf("3.   Will never be advised on the way you should dress\n");
       printf("4.   You will never be forced to learn cooking\n");
       printf("5.   Can have any code of conduct. Nobody will ever have any problem with that\n");
       printf("6.   Will never have to compromise your career with marriage\n");
       printf("7.   Won't have to leave your house after marriage\n");
       printf("8.   Won't be burnt alive or tortured for dowry\n");
       printf("9.   Will be free to go anywhere and do WHATEVER you want\n");
       printf("10. Will be absolutely free to tease a girl and if she protests, you can force yourself upon her\n");
       break;
       }/* while( strcmp( nation, "NULL") != 0) ) ends*/
           }/*case BOY ends*/
        case GIRL:
         {
            if( strcmp( nation, "INDIA") == 0) //in India
           {
     perror("Fatal error: you are a girl ! Wanna continue (y/n)?:\t");
     scanf("%c\n", &ans);
     if (ans == 'y')
    {
       printf("You will be considered nothing but an object of desire\n");
       printf("Additional attrocities which you will bear here are:\n\n");
       printf("1.   Female foeticide\n");
       printf("2.   May or may not get good education; depends on your luck!\n");
       printf("3.   Harshest possible societal norms will be imposed on you and you will HAVE TO  FOLLOW them\n");
       printf("4.   Will always be reminded that you are a guest in your own house and will have to leave it once you get married\n");
       printf("5.   You won't be allowed to step out alone\n");
       printf("6.   Will not have any right to choose your life partner on your own\n");
       printf("7.   Will always be taught to consider family more important than your career\n");
       printf("8.   'Teaching' will be the only career you'll be allowed to pursue after marriage\n");
       printf("9.   You yourself will be responsible for anything wrong that happens to you\n");
       printf("10.  Adding to it, you will have to bear dowry torture and domestic violence in marriage\n");
       printf("11.  Society will never support you and your life will be full of compromises\n");
       System_abort("All because you are a girl\n");
    }/* if (ans == 'y') ends */
           
          }/* if( strcmp( nation, "INDIA") == 0) ends*/
          else
          {
     printf("Cannot say\n");
     break;
           }

       }/* case GIRL ends*/

   }/* switch(girlorboy) ends*/

     return 0;

}/* main function ends*/

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Being in ladies coach…


It has been two years, ten weeks and five days since ladies coach got introduced in the Delhi metro. It is a great gift to all the women and has made travelling safe and convenient for them.

Here, I would like to share my experience of travelling day and night in Delhi metro’s ladies coach. Since day one I have noticed a few things and, as of now, there hasn’t been any change in them. My observations are still the same – every day, every month.

Observation number 1- be it 6 in the morning or 11 in the night, you can always find ladies talking (read ‘gossiping’) and making you bereft of mental peace. Whatever time, whatever occasion, and whatever place, they will always have some worldly matter to elaborate their views upon. And the funniest part of the story is -they keep on asking others in between – ‘which station is this?’

Next, the Delhi metro is mostly occupied by school teachers in the morning. They are busy checking answer sheets with an un-measurable super speed- awarding more of zeroes than five on fives. You can find them completing their teacher’s diary on the move every day. They also discuss their kids, talk of their lives or complain about their maids with their companions.

Third, you will also find school girls travelling in the Delhi metro in school uniform (I doubt. Is it seriously a school uniform?). Seeing them, I often wonder ‘It has been simply four or (max to max) five years since I passed my senior secondary and see the turnover in the dressing sense of school children!’ I do not fail to ask myself a question- ‘Were we superlatively simple in our school days or have they turned ultra-modern?’ Our uniform would always be proper and we did not have even Nokia in our school days - let alone the BlackBerry. But today’s ultra-modern school students that I find in metro do not have anything less than a Samsung Galaxy note or an iPad. BlackBerry is un-trendy for them! They have altered the school uniform as per their wish and carry red, green, sky blue, black, orange and yellow nail colors (yes, even yellow is in fashion these days!). Oops! I forgot to mention the lip gloss. Needless to say, they go to beauty parlors every now and then. I guess the schools themselves have modernized.

Every alternate day or so, I am encountered with girls chatting with their boy-friends over phone. They laugh, they giggle and they talk endlessly for hours. At times I also find them arguing, quarreling, and fighting with their BFs on phone. Sometimes they get too loud and everybody in the metro gets to over hear their conversation. :-P

And then there are some who are busy reading novels (more of romantic pieces and less of thrill!) namely – I too had a love a story, Can love happen twice, Revolution 2020, Mysterious affair at Styles, The woman in Black, Immortals of Meluha, Casual Vacancy, etc. How can I forget to mention that I daily witness one or two reading either ‘Fifty shades of Grey’ or ‘Fifty shades Darker’! They are either extremely indifferent or completely crazy for having reading such a book in public!  

I often find a few, I repeat – just a few, ladies reading some holy books and one or two carrying out anulom-vilom yoga in the air-conditioned metro! Can you figure that out?

Of the latest, I am coming across young girls pursuing their Bachelor of Education degree course and wearing saris. They usually travel in a group of 5-6 and keep on laughing bitterly; thus disturbing the complete ladies coach.

Having gone through seven points, I pause. But I find I am not done with it yet. The list is endless… If I enlist all my observations, then I guess, I will be able to write a complete book on it! Better I end here and do not disclose rest of the secrets. What say, ladies?

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Being judgemental


Reading ‘scientific research’ column in today’s newspaper made me ask some questions to myself. I jotted them down and one of the questions in the list was- Do we perceive one another in exactly the same manner? My answer would be in negation. Next, does age provide us with an ample amount of wisdom to frame an appropriate conclusion about a person’s behavior? Yeah. But then what about people with split personalities. Further does experience teach us how to analyze them in one go? May be it does. May be it does not. And topping the list was the question- Why am I asking these questions all of a sudden? Don’t know but that article has driven me really crazy. These days, I am looking for ways to utilize my ‘almost null’ experience and ‘absolutely little’ wisdom in analyzing behavior of people around me.

At this moment I recall a significant statement stated by my colleague, Vishakha, while we were on our way from office in the metro. We were discussing some random stuff in relation to which she said ‘Mitali, these are the instantaneous but significant reactions of a person to small incidents which describe his/her behavior and big incidents depict his/her intelligence and wisdom because we apply our brain in dealing through them.’ Apparently, she is correct and that philosophical article further adds value to her point. Indeed our spontaneous reactions to normal situations do speak words about our default character.

They are an apt measure of the degree of patience we have, the amount of ‘easily lost temper’ we contain, and of the insurmountable courage we own. They also speak volumes about how much social, caring and helpful we are, how much happiness we derive from other’s success and how much feeling of jealousy we hold. Implicitly, they do add value to how much dedication we have towards our work. They give us the true proportion in which we imbibe fifty shades of emotions and hundred colors of displayable qualities. However, our reactions to big incidents of life certainly depict our intelligence and wisdom. They can only be learnt through experience. So they really cannot describe our ‘by default’ behavior. Small reactions are the signs to watch out for.

So I see, she had already given me the answer to all my questions. My only need now is to be observant enough and understand reactions of people to various situations. A great many thanks to you, Vishakha!

Sunday, 21 October 2012

To all dear women,


According to my grade seventh geography text book, languages change every two kilometers on this earth. In that case, there are, I don’t know how many languages in this world. (Though, yes, I shall be glad to know how many are there.)  People might be well versed in 8-10 of them. There may be some with numbers greater than 10 too. I do not doubt. However, out of 8-10, one or two might be their mother tongues. And then they might have been taught the rest of them. With this a thought arises in my mind. Is there any single universal language in this world?  Well I would say yes. No. No. It is neither French nor Spanish and not even English. It is a language which, I do not know about men, but at least women are fluent in. They are, in fact, born with an uncanny ability to converse fluently in it and drive the hell out of anyone! And that is- SARCASM! Kudos to all those who guessed it right!   

Here, girls! Please do not get me wrong! Ignore this if you find you don’t resemble these supernaturally extra-ordinary qualities. There is a special species of women in this world whose characteristics I describe here.
It appears to me as if they, simply, cannot put any sentence straight. They are great gymnasts and love to ‘circum-ambulate’ around gossips. They love to add all sorts of spices to the hearsays and talk about. They are interested in each and everyone’s family matters on this earth; ‘your problem is ours’! Charity does not begin at home for them. Freaking! They have got the strongest ears in this world and will catch and amplify even faint audible signals passing through a 5m thick wall- scenario where even x-rays fail. Can you figure that out? They are extremely disciplined and will barge on wrong places at ‘rightly’ wrong times. They are great observant and will never fail to notice what you wore today, where did you go out with whom on some un-important day, or who visited you at what time and at what place! God! You fail and they will be there to ‘morally’ support you, to ‘console’ you. You are unemployed, you are unmarried, then more than the parents, they will be worried about you; they will be there on their toes to give you mental ‘peace’. Ramdev babaji, I tell you, your job is at stake. These aunties are here to lend a ‘soul soothing helping hand’ to each and everyone on this earth.

If they were to fill ‘languages well-versed in’ column of a resume, then as per me, sarcasm would best-fit in. Correct me if I am wrong.

I think it’s high time our government decides to bring a law against these gossip obsessed nerds. It should specify the size of the nose which is allowed to peak into a neighbor’s place. Sarcasm has to be made a punishable offence for these douche ladies. Why can’t they call a spade, a spade? Or better, stay away!

This article of mine is dedicated to the womenfolk. Well, I am quite sure, that even after reading it, you will not change even by a fraction of the lowest percentage possible. But ladies, let’s confront! You know you are ‘gifted’ with this quality and have been getting ‘complimented’ for your ‘candid’ and ‘flabbergasting’ behavior since eons. But you haven’t and, I am sure, won’t ever pay any attention to all whatever they talk of. Correct? But for the sake of mankind can you just not call a spade, a spade? Please! If this happens, then world will be a happy place to live in again. Sue me if I am wrong.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

Better than books?


People find me treacherously boring
Totally reserved and extremely uninteresting
I inquire and begin with my questioning
They argue and summarize their reasoning-
‘I am a person superlatively book-loving!’

This gives me a disappointment- utterly sheer
Though I find it really very queer
Problems with my books! Oh dear,
Accept this truth without any fear
Books are our best peer!

Here I showcase my reason
For being a bibliophile in every season
I put forward my explanation
Books free me of all my tension
And give me great satisfaction!

They do not argue, they do not ask-
Any return favor for any done task
The do not ditch, they wear no mask
They easily forgive, and break no hearts
They have no ego and do not expect rewards!

They exhibit great characteristics,
which make them so magnetic
Unlike humans, they aren’t sarcastic
Neither selfish nor shrewd diplomatic
Directly put, simply forward- they are so charismatic!

Little do I enjoy partying, seldom do I watch movies
I am not crazy for shopping nor am I like ‘typical’ ladies
I enjoy reading novels, getting puzzled solving puzzles
Find pleasure in newspapers, electronics and kernels
And my mind knows no bounds while reading astrals!

Whenever I am depressed, or whenever I am low
Whenever I am alone and I need one or two
When TV does not help, and also fails my piano
I always find my books- lying beside my pillow
Potter, Poirot and Whittaker- all in a row!

Books make us what we really desire
They direct us closer to what we aspire
Time will pass and things will expire
People will leave in our needs so dire
But my friend! Books will be there whenever we require!

Saturday, 29 September 2012

Mere ghar aai ek nanhi pari


Some dates in our lives are so special that we remember them for our lifetime. September 10, 2009 is very significant for me. My neighbor girl RIA was born on this date and this year she has turned 3! It seems she has grown up in just three days. It feels as if it was yesterday only that she was born and not even an hour has passed that she has turned three! Indeed time travels very fast.

I can clearly visualize the moment I met her for the very first time! It was October 2010 and we had shifted to our new home. Our next door neighbor was an elderly couple- the natives of Kashmir and grandparents of Ria. She stays here for most part of the day as both her parents are working. It was eight in the night and she had rung our door-bell by mistake. We opened the gate only to find a one year old child standing in front of us!  Of course she couldn’t say anything! Her father then introduced her to us and since then she has created a special place in the core of our hearts.

It has been two years to October 2010 and we have collected a pile of immortal memories spent with her.



As and when I think of Ria, my mind gets relieved of all the tensions. She brings a broad smile on my face. Playing with her is so much fun that I, in fact, cannot describe it in words. Listening to her nursery rhymes fills me with joy. She has made me recall all the poems which I used to recite as a kid. Getting into conversation with her relaxes my grey cells and is so enticing that I never feel like stopping it. Until a year she could not talk. And now! Now she has grown into a chatter box! She keeps on speaking. She talks of new rhymes which she learns daily in her play school. She talks of her mom-dad, tells me about the cartoons which she watches, describes colors, counts objects, and the list is endless. Watching ‘Chota-Bheem’ with her is a great fun. Dancing with her is phenomenal and she looks extremely cute in her tiny frocks and shorts. Fancy bands on her small ponytail make her look more beautiful than any Miss Universe or Miss World on this earth.

Spending time with her is worth than planning a stupendous week-end somewhere else. Enjoying with her gives me more pleasure than partying with anyone else. Her love is unconditional and her behavior natural. May she live long! May all her dreams come true!

I had decided to write this article on September 10, 2012. But I could not. I am definitely going to blame time for this; it was not with me!

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

If that could happen...

Life is a long play and we all are its actors. Our scripts have already been written and our roles pre-defined. We cannot mould the acts as per our wish and all the instances of life cannot go as we want. The irony is: destiny is what we make! This really confuses me. At times I also bang my head in understanding why can’t every situation of our lives execute in exactly the manner we want it to be?

If everything took place the way we desired, then that would simply be an imaginative world. However I do not mind living in imagination!

 

In fact whenever something makes me sad or a situation gets out of my control I dream of the fictitious world where I would have been the boss; where I would have decided what should have happened. I get lost into my parallel universe where everyone is honest, caring, emotional, and helpful. My fictitious world lets me meet my dream friend; it lets me meet Priyanka, Shivani and Mittali daily, share my thoughts with them, crack some non-sense jokes and once again relive the college period. It gives me a chance to change the behavior of people around me for good and then analyze living with them. My imagination knows no bounds. I often visualize myself hanging in the cloud of electrons, swimming in the vast nothingness of space, living inside a black hole, burning in a supernova, and travelling back and forth in time. I close my eyes and find myself in the executable file of linux kernel, in the boot loader partition of NAND flash, at a particular mount point in the UBI file system, in the /drivers/net/Ethernet/ti directory, and sometimes acting like a TFTP server. At times I imagine myself bound in a socket and analyzing each and every network packet passing through me: ARP, ICMP, data, etc. I also imagine what happens after death, how I will be like when I will be 100 and what will I say to God when I’ll meet Him. I dream of the day when I would be astronaut and will travel in space. I turn over to the impossible moment when I would meet Einstein and Newton. I roll over my eyes and figure myself in my past life, meeting dinosaurs, Alexander, Chandra Gupta Maurya, Chanakya, Jesus, Harrapan civilization, and all that we read in history. I jump back in time and imagine meeting Ram-Sita, mostly in western attire! Not only this, I take a leap of 5000 years and imagine what would it be like? Will the magnetic poles of earth have changed positions by then? Will New York be a desert and Sahara an ocean? I even dream of the doomsday- will that be of the type shown in movie “2012” or will it be something totally bizarre?

 

Imagining things gives me immense happiness; though simply for a moment. Some may call it escapism. However I do not mind escaping to a third level. This is because I take care of the fact that this is not reality. I remember whatever I am composing is not going to happen in reality; it is just a figment of imagination. I do not let the process of imagination take control over my conscience, my work, and my daily necessary tasks. However in my busy life, where everything is super fast, imagining out of the world things makes me delighted. The mere thought that I am a meson colliding in the LHC or I am standing beside a graviton enthralls me. Perhaps this is what I really want. But alas! This is not possible. This reminds me I am dreaming! So here I come out of my dreams and end this article!

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Two months at work


Today I have successfully completed two months of my first job. As a pre-requisite of becoming a full fledged embedded systems’ engineer i am slowly learning to deal with the monstrous Linux operating system, and steadily beginning to write some pages of kernel code. With the first two salaries in my bank account and my brand new debit card in my hand I feel proud; proud that I am worth something. But the next moment I recall that I am still a probationary engineer and there are still four screwing months to go ahead before I come out of the training state and get absorbed in the company. Nevertheless, I try to enjoy what I have gained in these two busy months.

All the knowledge of microcontrollers and microprocessors which I had gained during my B.Tech degree course is helping me a lot. However Linux was something I had never worked upon before and, until two months ago, was totally alien to me. But now I feel extremely excited about it. I now know a few of its commands and some of the concepts behind it. Kernel and boot loader, what I knew before, were something which really existed in any functional system but I had no idea of how they were framed and what was the concept behind them. But now! Now I am reading more than 2000LOCs of code of boot loader daily and learning about the actual role of kernel in initialization of peripherals. I have given a presentation on interrupt handling and kernel synchronization and its repercussions are I cannot take my mind out of ‘interrupts and interrupt handler’!

My work environment is extremely good and i am fortunate enough to get the best mentor as my boss! He is always on his toes to clarify my doubts and helps me understand some concepts. He is extremely disciplined and sincere towards his work and answers all my silly questions with patience and attention.  In addition to this, my colleagues are also very supportive and co-operative. My family is helping me a lot.  And the most important point is I am enjoying what I am doing!

However in-spite of all the positive fillings, there is some lacunae in my life. It is the loneliness and void created because of absence of my college friends. Like me, they are also busy in their new jobs and courses. However, we try to be in communication with each other through messages and phone calls. We frame plans to meet every weekend but something or the other happens and, needless to say, our plan hardly gets executed. Every alternate day or so I watch the video which I had created with some of the pictures of our beautiful college days. I then get lost in my nostalgic college memories- the outings, the fun, the classes, the bunks, the lunch, the labs, and everything. I miss the minors, the majors, the library, the canteen, the basketball court, the administrative department, and our Sunila madam too. I keep on looping in and endless loop of eternal memories with no handler function designed to help me come out back in the user space. Only my friends can fill lacunae of mine completely and I wish this happens soon.

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Sweet memories of college life

Ask me two abstract things which, according to me, can never be swapped with any precious stone or any huge amount of money in this world. And I will say- childhood and college life. They are the most enjoyable, lovable, memorable, and fanciful phases of our life with lots of nostalgic and immortal memories. And yes! College period has been the best phase of my life.
I am a B. Tech graduate and have spent complete four years with my lovely friends. They were strangers to me four years ago but now…Now I think I know them better than anyone else does.

I remember how we met each other for the first time on the ‘Orientation ceremony’ day. We all looked a bit nervous and excited simultaneously. We all were new faces to each other. But being classmates we came forward and shook hands. (I guess 60C2 handshakes took place !:-P ) Thus the foundation of a new friendship was laid. And wait! As and when I recollect memories of our first day, I am always reminded of room no. 212. It was always abuzz with infinite meetings, fest interviews, presentations, exams, etc. You think of a venue for any event and one spontaneous answer would be room no. 212! I think more famous than the college canteen was 212.   

Next, minor exams were one of the several funny things which happened during our B. Tech degree course. :-P Our college authorities had officially granted us some 5 days to pick our books from store, blow away the thick layer of dust on it, and then decide which book for which subject! These were the days when library would always be packed with students. These were the days when our mobile phones would ring all evening and night and the messages would say “yr syllabus message kar de.!! Kaun si buk h and kitne chapters h??? mera lesson plan nai mil raha!“, “yr kuch samajh hi ni aa raha… minor papers me ye jyada pucha h to aisa kar ye topics karle…”, “yr kal jaldi aa jaio and samjha dio.:-P”. I remember Khayati would keep on taking answer sheets during exam and we would be left open-mouthed!!! We would think ‘ bhai aisa kya likh rahi h??’. Priyanka would make her answer sheet the dirtiest possible and Vishu would be busy extending her answer to the maximum limit (yes!!  2marks answer on 2pages!)And when we would come out of the exam hall Vishu would say ‘yr paper chuooth gaya mera!!’:-P  Once the exams were over, we used to celebrate as if we had topped the university!  And the results were always totally surprising!

How can I forget the fun we made during the classes? English classes by Manpreet Kaur ma’am were extremely boring. We would wait eagerly for a second when she would take a gap from speaking and take some breath!!! I also remember Vibha madam’s highly highly funny classes. She used to look like ‘We can’t express’! And Aakash sir’s classes?? He considered himself a professor from Stanford University and I swear I did not get even a word of what he taught in the two semesters:-P I rather began hating DSP and SNS. I guess only a few countable people liked him in the college.:-P  Next, girls do you remember Kalpana madam’s classes? I think she had completed the complete Computer Networking course in two months only! And her classroom presentations!! They were a nightmare:-P Hey Priyanka! Do you recollect horrible memories of Ganaotra sir’s classes? He would study during the time which was meant for teaching! :-P And his curly hair:-D :-D! They have more curls than actual Maggie noodle. :-P
This wasn’t all. We would take lots of photographs during classes, have our lunch, read newspapers, do chat on face book, etc etc. Anything except studying would make us happy:-P Seriously anything! Our classroom ‘masti’ had no expiry dateJ.

The fest time period used to be fantastic. There used to be chaos everywhere in the campus and every single person could be found busy in either organizing events or managing them. And Pallavi, Aparna, Pulak, and other people would be nowhere to be seen in the class room for at least 15-20 days! We would participate in so many events- wasting money in their fees and not even winning! And the sudoku competitions! They used to be fixed:-P. However, whatever be the scenario we knew how to enjoy and keep goingJ.

Next, the placement time was full of tension. It was a period of depression, nervousness, anger, hopelessness, cries, and tears. But with every passing interview we became insensitive to all of them:-P. We had adopted the attitude ‘puchlo yr jo puchna h… nai lena to mat lo…I do not care’. But all is well that ends well. We all got placed in good companies by the end of yearJ.

And then finally it was the farewell time! I admit here that everyone looked ‘surprisingly’ beautiful on both the farewell parties. We danced on the floor (DJ cum stage:-P) with full zeal and enthusiasm enjoyed the great food. Our ‘masti’ had no expiry dateJ. But all good things do come to an end. We had to leave our institution. And the journey ended.

Today we are fully fledged engineersJ.  We have progressed and new chapters of life are getting revealed day by day. And we are left with nothing but sweet memories of college. The photo sessions that we underwent have given us plenty of beautiful and scintillating memories, memories which we will cherish for our life time. Our photos are a symbol of the great bonding that we shared with each other. They will not let us forget each other. In fact how can I forget the college phase of my life? It gave me three lovely friends-Priyanka, Shivani, and Mittali- friends with whom I can share everything, whom with I can argue and fight, with whom I can crack some non-sense jokes, and whom I can disturb even late in the night. Will I ever be able to forget the bubbly Swati Gupta? She was a full source of laughter and enjoymentJ for all of us. I hated some people in the beginning. But by the end of B. Tech degree course, I started liking them. And there are some whom I continue to hate:-P. Any guesses? :-B    In spite of all the differences, we are still one class. And we all love each other. Don’t we girls?

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Exams are over.!!!

So, I am back! After complete three months. A lot has happened in these three months. But still, you see I don’t have an subject to write upon. I don’t have any idea of what I am going to write in this post. All I know is I am in a cheerful mood today. No no…I am not yet placed through campus placements. Nor have I won a jackpot. Rather today I broke my spectacles..:-P You see, I cannot read anything without my “specs”. And now my head is aching like anything. !!! The only reason which makes me happy today is “my exams are over“.:-D:-P
Yes, my exams are over. And it is not as if my “do nothing holidays” have begun; nor do I have some extended plans for a stupendous weekend.  But still I am very glad. I don’t know what it is; nor do I know why it is so, but finishing of exams always makes me very happy. The feeling that at least now I can relax and now I will not have to bog my mind in the stupid syllabus of R.R.Gulati of Consumer Electronics or deal with the esoteric and jargonic language of Rajkaml of Embedded Systems (which I guess, only Rajkamal can understand.!!! :-P ) gives me a leviathan freedom. it gives me freedom to sit with my piano and go on playing it endlessly for hours and hours. Once exams are over, I get equipped with plenty of time to go to park and walk. It gives me a day to forget about file-submission; a day to stop being apprehensive about my research paper and a day to take my mind out of Reddy sir’s embedded systems’ projects!  It gives me a day to play with my 2 year old neighbor girl. It gives me an opportunity to sit with my sister, crack some non-sense jokes and laugh on them endlessly. :-P
But above all, it gives my mom a chance to catch hold of me and make me cook. (**** chalo mitu, gobi-aloo banana seekho, chalo roti banao:-P****). I have to admit, I don’t like cooking at all. But who wins when it is a one-to-one match between you and your mom??? I guess you don’t have any alternative in this regard. Mommies always win. :-P:-P