Chilly Insights

Having cleared JEE and gotten admitted and shifted to Pune’s Indian Institute of Information Technology would have been a smooth transition from coaching to college life if I did not have to wait at relatives’ home for a fortnight till the institute authorities alloted us rooms, and   to encounter a small incident on the very second day of my stay in the hostel that almost shattered the hopes of my next 4 years of B-Tech. After having suffered from Network issues for a day, did the aforementioned interesting incident take place. It forced me to question “Does an Indian college always need to make chaos?” Had it been a private college, I would still have convinced myself with an affirmation on this question, but I had really expected that national colleges would be different. You might expect similarly until you pay a visit to IIIT Pune. I will tell you why, but let me make two things clear beforehand: First, I am not trying to defame the institute. I am just trying t...

The rising heat and humidity from the warm, moist bodies of some 100 men rubbing against each exposed body part of yours and in a closed train compartment are a lovely enough combination to suffocate you to a nauseatic death. Although the taller men escape it, the little goblins always suffer. A middle-aged uncle beside me was having a great difficulty in breathing but he was kind of adapted to it. He just started playing with the hook of the door. I hypothesize that PEN FIGHTING must have been invented in a similar way when someone started playing with his pen to kill time. The human brain needs something to keep itself busy with, especially when the body is suffering and you can do nothing about it. It made me feel like sitting in my electronics exam waiting for someone to pass me a written or an oral answer.    The train was moving slower than my bicycle. We were just waiting for Karjat (a railway station) to come so that we could breathe a little. My friend, who al...

Hello everyone, it’s been a long break but now we are back and from now on there will be no break. So let’s get on a ride. The very first post of this blog was written during a train journey, now another post takes birth from another of my train journeys. I would have liked to call it an extraordinary journey on the basis of the lessons it taught me if I didn’t have to stand on one leg without any support all the time. However, don’t judge it too soon, it is not a sad story. Travelling in an overcrowded train is a plightful task but sometimes it happens to have all the components needed to make your journey awesome. It seemed as if I was surrounded by a horde of vegan zombies who had a slight tempering of human emotions in them. These types of journeys show us how our daily social conditioning suppresses our basic human instincts, but only rarely succeeds in killing them; that even our kindness is biased due to the social code of conduct we are supposed to follow as a part o...

I remember once sitting on a bench in the government hospital one morning, waiting for my turn for medical certification unaware that something very unspectacular would force me to think of the reasons people fear going to govt. hospitals. As any govt. hospital, this too was stinking with the smell of medicines. Echoing cries of infants suggested the nearness of the maternity ward. Two women sat beside me complaining incessantly to each other about the uncleanliness in govt. hospitals and the costliness of the private ones from the last 20 minutes. They had been exchanging their precious political insights, observations and conclusions with one another on ten or so other topics:- -how the new generations of daughters-in-law were inciting their men to rebel against his parents, - how sending girls to school was leading to an increase in the number of girls running away with boys (one of them had smartly dropped her daughter out of school already),  -how th...

 Hello everyone, we are back here with some "No Comments" on India’s public healthcare system. We are Indians, and I don't think we are satisfied with anything that the government does. But it is not completely our fault. Despite almost 33000 crores of the health budget, people prefer private hospitals above government hospitals. The reason lies in the stats, our dissatisfaction with doctors and hospital conditions. Let’s take a view of the statistics.   1.20% of all maternal deaths and 25% of child death in the world occur in India. 2. 34 out of 1000 children are dead by the age of 5. 3. Only 39% of Indians are immunized in urban areas. The Indian government has launched a lot of schemes which look quite good on paper but there is nothing out in the field. All the schemes are mere theories on paper with no practical existence. Do you know what the best part is? We have never heard anyone talking about it. It has never been a political topic...

It is very rare to find a selfless partner and I got a perfect one for this blog. Hello Everyone, I officially welcome my partner of this blog. Ms Bhanupriya. She is studying in IIT - Bombay. This was a common idea and here we come. She is a great writer and has far better English than mine. She is kind but quite harsh when she criticises. Every post will be written by us including last one. I hope we create something good.

Train journeys are awesome as long as I own a window seat. Breeze brushing my face, creating microscopic tornadoes in my messy hair. It gives a complete Bollywood touch. It’s a perfect place and time to write my experiences of yesterday.    It was a partly cloudy day, windy occasionally, perfect for shopping. My friend and I were returning to the hostel after having spent a good lot of time in D-Mart buying stuff. We called a taxi although it was strictly against our natural tendency of covering distances on foot but the stuff was too heavy for us to carry. We placed out butt in the taxi seat and our eyes on the meter. The driver seemed to be damn busy on phone calls and with each call we were worrying about the fare. And I was quite angry with the driver. But something highly unexpected took place.    Finally, when the driver seemed to have temporarily dealt with all his calls, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said, “ladka hua hai, namaskar”. I could ...

Hey guys, my name is Aryan. I am currently studying in IIIT - Pune. BE YOURSELF. EVERYONE ELSE IS ALREADY TAKEN. Oscar Wilde.   I love writing because i believe that it is the voice which can never be erased from the world. Writing helps the mind to flow with it's full freedom and gives a different feel whenever I sit to write.   You will get to read real life situations, critical writings,simple observations with deep insights, and some funny stories.   Have fun.