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Chapter Bhubaneshwar was about to close.The best days were about to end. Separation was inevitable.An accepted one.

Actually

Its not the Vodka dude!!!!

Let me start with a riddle.

Clue 1:I look like water.

Clue 2:I contain 42.8% alcohol.

Clue 3:I can distort your vision and shut your ears for a while.

Probably all of you are sure who am I?

Yes I am the Russian Desi Miss Vodka,although I am colorless but I can introduce many colors in your life.

Now let me give you the unspoken clue.

Clue 4: I can screw your appointment with your very very special friend at 11 am next morning,because I can make you wake up @ 12'o'clock.

Samosa is a part of sine curve :)

The miniature of the most successful problem of India had already started playing its tricks.

What is common between OS installation and ILP ?

-Partitioning.

Boon of the Angel

Necessity is the mother of invention,consistency is the mother of blogging.Unfortunately I don't have both.

It takes lot of time to untie the cables of memory,hence I decided to get a cup of coffee.

Boost is the secret of my energy.

Well after a long interval of 3 months I managed some time to return here.I am feeling like the very first day,the day I started blogging.

The Killer Detective Game.

It was 8'o clock in the morning.The smallest bus of Bhubaneshwar came to pick us.The bus was equally bad like the person who arranged it.His name was Sanjeev.He made our lodging and traveling arrangement.He was a stammerer.He used to take a minute to pronounce his first word.The only word he ever pronounced at a go was PROFIT.

Picture Abhi baki hai mere dost :)

I was never a hero,and after this tragedy I had lost all possible chances to become one.
Persons who had passed the exam will have great salary,great luxury,great girlfriend and my dreams were swirling down the waterfalls like the jumping heroes of bollywood who often jump into a waterfalls and get a life again without getting a small cut.

Fall of an empire.

Somewhere I heard that any Indian is born with a huge amount of debt with world-bank.In IT industry this can be rephrased with "any software company is born with a huge amount of debt with Google and Microsoft". We used to mock on some of our friends who used to take up courses on Microsoft Office package.Those courses seemed to be very low-graded for the B.Techs.But when you step into a company the pictures rotates in a reverse angle.

Somebody truly said even "Microsoft does not utilise Microsoft Office fully in their office works" and luckily that somebody is Mr.Bill Gates. The craziest thing was,the guideline to learn Microsoft office was itself a word document.

Cracking the Code.

The caffeine was unable to ease the pain,the phobia was clustering.The questions started haunting me- 
Will I be sent back to home?Wont I get a chance to work in this company?.I went inside the room.Opened my laptop.I had some of the study materials.We had to study a typical language called Dr.Scheme developed by the professors of MIT.
Now what the heck!!who developed who is studying.The Da Vinci Code seemed to be broken easily in front of that impenetrable syntax of that Language.It was almost like Chinese to me.C/C++/Java still bore some meaning,but what was that?.I had never written a code more than 10 lines in my entire Engineering career,that too before my campus interviews.How could I learn this Chinese in 7 days.

Survival of the Weakest.

Remember the famous tv soap Chandrakanta? The villain in that serial was more famous than the serial itself.

Krur Singh aka Yakku. How will this person in center (in above pic) look if he wears a formal dress.The instructor was a clone of Yakku.With respect to the serial everyone was well aware of Krur Singh's brutality, how could we expect mercy from his twin brother?

He was a total mismatch just like a donkey within the herd of horses.

There were sensors everywhere.

We were 21 guys,wearing top to bottom formals.I was sitting on the left window seat in the last row of the company-bus.I closed my eyes.
I was able to see a picture drawn with pastel color,a picture 4 and half years old.50 guys wearing blue striped white shirt,navy blue trouser,and navy blue tie boarding a yellow bus.The bus was going to Institute of Technology,Kolkata for the first time for its 2005-2009 batch.Suddenly the bus stopped.We were in-front of our office,the place was like digitized heaven.
We stepped into the premises.The securities asked us to form a queue.It was the time for baggage check.

First time in my life I felt the improper purpose of my backpack,because previously in our college days my bag was used for smuggling full,half and quarter bottles into our private hostel.The landlord was mystified to see why everyone used the same backpack for shopping.

Almost all the boys were generating a negative bag-scan report.The desk beside the kiosk turned into a ciggerate shop within few seconds.However the main surprise was yet to come.BEEP!!!!

From station to Kalinga Park

I saw the station name,after Hindi and English there were some 6 Jalebis (odhiya scripts) drawn on the board.I observed the advertising boards.There were Jalebis everywhere.

Hope the peoples are not the same,sweet but complex.The autowala was speaking some dangerously distorted version of Bengali(for an Odhiya Bengali will mean the same).

The train to Bhubaneshwar

The train started 20 minutes after the scheduled time.Delay in train schedule is a very common thing in Bengal.So if a train comes in correct time,there remains a possibility of missing the train.The only case where the train may come in time,if it comes 24 hours late.

Anyway I was not feeling bad.It was like an adventurous trip for me.I had spent 4 long years in private hostels of Kolkata,so staying outside of home was not a very big deal for me.The only thing that I had gained staying in home was 33.33 gram fat per day that added some 6 more kilos to my body.