ASCERTAINED GLORY

With the advent of modern technology the world changed, and today with the discovery of a surveillance system project three lives changed. Professor Amiya Kr. Sarkar from E.C. department and his senior student Aurobindo Saha gave the spark to the fire, that three graduation students figured out the measures for overall protection of a house, the name of the project derived from the Mahabharata, “Kavachh”. After the semester exams we three- Souvik Ghosh, Shashank Saurav, Ritwik Das with some 3 weeks left to realise the job had no idea of what was coming next. Thanks to all our best wishers and mentors we got every resource at ease, and till the D day of Science and Engineering Fair held at Birla Industrial and Technological Museum our days were tangled in circuit boards and microchips!!! Starting from 12^th January 2011 the five days of the fair included participants as well as visitors from all over India involving more than 50 projects at demonstration. With all the oratory expertise we made a history of demonstrating the project to about 700+ audiences, including the young children least interested in the project but attracted to the Barbie house decoration made to it, all our feedback forms got filled up in 2 days with appraisal. “The three tier security provided by laser sensor, IR motion sensor and L.P.G. sensor with password locking system and automatic alarm generation, wireless message transmission to remote location reminds of James Bond films” – commented one of the guest participants on this project. At the end of the fair we knew that our project had caught the attention of the judges, but our hands remained ice cold in uncertainty till we heard the announcement “the prize goes to HOME SURVEILLANCE SYSTEM by Ritwik Das, Shashank Saurav and Souvik Ghosh”, that was a delight.

From the judges’ point of view our James Bond project got critical recognition as one of the most technically innovative projects presented. From there we never had to look for success, it followed our way. Our nominations for INFOCOM ’11 became eventual result of the large scale applicability of the project in commercial fields and modern housing societies. INFOCOM, the largest IT fair in Eastern India, was scheduled to be inaugurated on 15^th February, with the finest of the project from all over India exhibited together under National Council of Science Museums, Ministry of Culture. It was going to be a Clash of the TITANS. The three musketeers got immense enthusiasm from this and we again put our best efforts to develop this project with advanced features. The result was visible, incorporation of camera surveillance at the doors and the working of a mobile phone as GSM module that can act as a calling device controlled by microchip, in case of emergency it sends a call to a registered number. These advancements startled the eyes of the entrepreneurs and businessmen from the very beginning, even the fellow competitors who could not help but release their frustrations!! The day of the judgement had all three of us holding our breaths as we came across similar project with better features by participants from Kerala. Because of the acknowledgement received from the judges namely Mr. Ashok Ganguly, director of Ananda Bazar Patrika limited, official sponsor of the event, we had some superstition of getting recognized, so we kept our eyes and ears open and eventually the day was for us. We got the third prize beating our potentially advanced competitors from B.E.S.U. Shibpur and many more. Ours was the project that attracted most number of audience for its guaranteed application and cheap installation charges and their impression on project ‘Kavachh’ paved our way for the ascertained glory, of us three and our college.

What is it like to be paranoid

Paranoia, a well known classical word descending from the greek synonym of madness. I met a professor turned philosopher recently, according to him this world is a relative case of paranoia, everyone seems to be living on a linear scale of madness, the magnitude is the only thing that matters. I have never tried any kind of hallucinogen in my life, but my explorations over that part of the world is intent. I am in love with such people who keep themselves addicted to drugs, I have learnt from them that nothing is wrong in their world untill the state of illusion is over.Yet I being thoughtful about life(I am addicted to it) I find interest in their philosophy that they intend to exhibit. My love thus getting irrational day by day. My family had a visitor last month, my close relative she is, and her family had taken this for granted that we are going to take care of her forever and ever. I found some tremendous similarity with Indir thakurani of Pather Panchali, a helpless, hopeless and worthless widowed mother, knowing that her children are not willing to take her responsibility, as all the assets are handed over much before, turned into a painful existence. I am exploring the mind of the mother and getting to see the world around in her eyes. Its painful indeed, if  I see from the point of a stranger, she is thriving for a straw, that will drag her mortal existence properly, she believed that straw to be her children and with that hope she nurtured them with all her love(irrational feelings) and this turned out to be different, the children grew up into rational beings who intended to serve those who served them. It doesnt matter who nurtured them or who loved them, it matters who serves them. Film Dhobi Ghat gave me a jerk through its story, it was a film for critics, not for entertainment, even I being solely focussed in the amount of entertainment obtainable from it failed to connect with it. Its the same melancholia portrayed over a city, its nothing extraordinary, rather the most ordinary way of life, portrayed like a reality show, and we are watching it with drowsy eyes, with a series of headaches and time checks, a multitude of assignments and projects in our mind. We are a part of what is portrayed, so we can't view it, even I am no exception to it. The old woman who remained numb to everything was the bird eye view of the film. When I'll be getting paranoid, releasing neurohormones then I can passively view life, like what the film intended to show. I can't say that active viewpoint is superior to passive viewpoint,or viceversa. Both are having the same justification of existence and as a matter of fact both coexist. I'd rather follow the diplomatic idea of the professor, everything depends on the magnitude.

The Third World

I'm just the perfect example of an externally controlled society, degrading from inside. What I have is a dream, surreal, melancholic, hallucinogenic, undisputed, limerance, or whatever it is. Hence we have created a world of our own, where the destroyed houses give us hope to build new ones, violated laws give us courage to reach infinite pleasure, uncontrolled stride pleases us to embark on a voyage. Life is a pleasure, and that is why we want to live, we will find some way to please ourselves however hard it may seem. Progressive culture has taken my mind into brightness, and I am conditioned to think bright, look bright, sense brightness, however utopic may it seem to dream that. I have created the third alternative, after grazing through the world of dominance and through the other world of vengeance, the third world, the world of peace.

Just now

The blissful son has turned stoic.

The eyes again

I was spending my time in some little things
I threw them to the sea
In a hidden desire to have them back
I turned around to see
Those eyes again, gleaming with agony
And passive to the inherent spree.

I didn't fall back and caressed those gaze
I stared at the dilated pupil
Manipulated the vengeance and love in them
And returned my gaze at an irresistible will.

See I've turned logical now,
So I am what I should have been
What can be the de facto rockstar?
Aren't you supposed to be keen??

Perceptions[2]

What you do you are to do it intently, the everlasting attachment with the subject makes your identity,of what you are and what you want to become. Temper and temptations always stays at hand to be flushed out, still the psychic pleasure binds you and your mortal self, gleaming with peace. Time changes and we are bound to change ourselves with that, but the vision always remains intact, unscathed. If I call myself lonely then I have to find a subject to justify the feeling, so as to prove this is that and that is this. The vision, after four years of experimentation still is the same,I want to live. People say how life changes with time,me too seem to copy them. What else to do,to follow the reality principle,living a life of a professional.
Coincidentally I came across the word stoicism, it says ability to endure pain and hardships without any complain. One of my friend arka has succeeded in being such, I wish to be the same. That's what the creative people should be. Pain is just the experience in assimilating the mortal self with the unconscious and in doing so, we are going against Newtonian Forces. So running one mile a day causes pain in the thigh, but enduring it leaves us with a fruitful day.
Daydreaming is bad as I've been told, so I call off Aristotle and Socrates and Plato and Copernicus and Hippocrates in me.Their job is over.I call my mortal self again, back in me.

Perceptions [1]

The wrath creates a burden
Leaving a sullen face of vengeance
Despite the willingness to unite
The hand grenade gets its freelance.

The heart still beats
With a fear of being stabbed
And people still exist
Paying tax to the vindictive lord.

Faith still crave
For the dream like state
But what we get
Is just a moral obstinate.

The decisions are made
You are to die
But how you live defines
What you leave for others to ply.

How the mortal existence
Gets a little high
Maybe with or without
The bulge of the blue sky.