The gift of Magi.

Hii, everyone..
I am back to city and my computer after more than 2 weeks. I came back on 24th July, but since then my computer darling or internet darling is having some problem or the other and not allowing me to blog....:x.. Anyways now its (hopefully) okkay. I was in Durgapur for a vacational training in DSP (Durgapur Steel plant). Never expected I would love Durgapur so much, from the air to the people, to the smoke to the chimneys.... I am steel in the trance .... I am in love with Durgapur, every little bit of it. I dont have enough words to express my thoughts and feelings towards Durgapur,the tinsel town. I wondered before going there , how would I manage in a Completely unknown city for Two weeks, but when ultimately I was coming back and the Durgapur-city-line was vanishing through the train window I felt pain....Felt like getting down from the train and running away. While leaving my city ,Kolkata I dint feel bad.....(though it may sound rude and bad, its true...), but now when I am here I am terribly missing Durgapur. I stayed at a relatives' place who were soo much cordial, that I never expected them to be. The love, the warmth Durgapur gave me I cant explain with my Vocab.


Durgapur Steel Plant ~ I felt very lucky the moment I entered the plants' main gate......how many people, rather how many girls do have a luck to visit such an integrated steel plant in the lifetime. I was exalted, I was proud to be one. Here are a few selected pics of DSP and Durgapur seeing which I still(steel :P) glimmer. (I took 228 number of pics dere..)

Journey Begins. Howrah station....

Team DSP. We were the selected 7 from our college for the VT in 13th-24th july slot.

Ispat Bhavan ,DSP main building... the house of steel bosses.....



Gate NO.1 of DSP.



Layout of the plant.

Nice slogans everywhere..This is one of them.

Inside the continuous Casting plant (CCP)...It was amazing..though sadly enough my 1.3 Mp cam couldnt make it out properly.The real one is in my mind..:)

Liquid steel shower. The real view was majestic... Golden coloured steel falling like a fountain in the ladle.


The huge lathe machine inside Central engineering Maintainance shop (CEM). Had to manage in a diagonal way.

The Ladle. In this liquid steel is poured.

The pattern-making shop..theres a huge library containing different patterns...

The temperature at the bright zones ,which are the furnaces, are near about 1200 degree celsius. we went near it. These are the furnaces where ingots are reheated before they are sent to milling sections.

Cooling tower of Power Plant Departments.....there are 3 such monuments in the power plant section.

The slag coming out of the blast furnace.

On the way to coke oven.... I fell sick here that day...head dizzed...due to the excessive heat.

Wheel and axle plant. This is the pressing machine where ingots are pressed and given the shapes of wheels. Wheels and axles are the main output products of DSP. Most of the Indian Railways' wheels are supplied by DSP.

Wheels and axles after finishing.

Inside skelp mill... This is where sheets of steel are prepared. the fluroscent strip is the sheet of steel. The coiling the strips looks nice .....like coiling of a bright orange snake....zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Inside mercahnt mill, where TMT bars are prepared..

Almost lost in one of the farthest corners of the plant.... On that day for coming out of the plant we took lift in a CISF truck that bumped like hell , was throwing me up in the sky and catching me down again.

After the roller coaster ride on truck....resting....me standing as if I have won a battle..:P

One of the blast furnaces.....(my especial interest of the DSP trip).

My favourite pic. I just love this chimney pic.... standing tall and aspiring others to stand higher.

Last day, on the way of the exit of the plant. It was sad...

The Arjun..... Aiming high...

This is the most nostalgic picture to me... this was taken by me while coming out on the last day. The flyover , and behind it the DSP main building.

Coming back...... The city line vanished, before I could make up myself for taking snaps. [Jete nahi dibo ,tobu jete dite hoy (wont let it go, but have to let it go)........]

Water color play in the sky...through the train window...



Empty compartments , Moments before the journey ended in Howrah station.

Thus the journey ended, and I had to come back to kolkata.... the day we came back , all the private transport sectors(including bus, taxis autos, evrything) called a strike.....uffffffffff......got pissed off... the govt. bus was so crowded that people could hardly get in or get out.. Yet people were boarding on it....

4 days over I have come back, but the trance is still prevailing. In true sense its a gift for me...which I couldnt realise before going and coming back..

Miss you Durgapur and evrything about you...be it the sweltering heat, dust, smoke, rare traffic or the warmth and love you instilled in me...whatevcr... I love you.

Lazy Lamhe...

My 6th semester exam ended on 15th June'09.
After it ended, I was supposed to start studying (in full fledge) for something (Master's degree exams and job exams..:P) . Today is 8th july'o9 and I haven't started studying ,even in slow pace..!! I turned out to be one those monkeys of the monkeys' story (Remember; where the monkeys thought of making their own homes when it rained heavily at night , but the very next morning when the sun shone brightly they forgot totally about making homes and instead played all around and remembered about the making of homes again at night when it poured......) hehe... So ,like the monkeys I hold myself solely culpable for not doing what I am supposed to do.

My lazy day starts around 9A.M(often even later). Now, as it starts late everything happens late. I have my breakfast at 10.15A.M .Then I begin lolling around, that also much lethargically :P. First thing that attracts me after I am awake and after all the indispensible jobs, is the newspaper , though many a times these days it is overflowing with good-for-nothing news. I try to understand politics, latest budgets (Crash of high Hopes..!!!), even office jargons illustrated in the Jobs pages. The kids' page often seems more interesting than the ulterior grown-ups' pages( though I am supposed to be a 'grown-up' by now). The most attracting are the weekend pages loaded with gourmets' delights and various tongue-tickling items..I just loove those...This week I read making pasta at home( ahh not the sunfeast instant one, but the raw ones that can be whipped up from the scratch before actually cooking them,according to the writer). Then another heart-beaters are the hot stories of hot Power packed SUVs ,MUVs (some ,ok ok ,one of which I dream to own some day for sure...but I have doubts about HOW some lazy bone like me will get it some day!!!...:P). The travelogues also are much beloved . Latest one I read was about Antilope Valley in America, that floods with Golden poppy flowers every where apart from other multicolored flowers( remember the scene from Silsila movie...the author only mentioned this ).
Hahaha...so much story about what I read or take interest in reading....Well doing all these things my morning goes out of my hand and life too...:P..:(. Then I have to go for bathing and having lunch ; well thats pretty time taking matter for me like most girls... After that I sit for watching TV for sometime...but ohhh shit, I hate it....Yesterday I was going through different channels and in one of the channels saw a World famous Indian Designer in white shirt and an oh-so-yuck deep green trousers.... even worse showpieces are often visible . I get zonked too early seeing all these and many a time take interest in taking a mid day nap, otherwise story books and music or computer accompanies me, and often I dance with the music like nobodys really watching(am a bad dancer in all true senses). In evenings and early nights I generally go through the random blogs, story books or go online with friends. I watch movies very less as I am not much a movie-buff and do not have so much of patience to watch a whole movie at a time, but by watching the sentimental ones I cant control my tears...:P.
So much of dawdling....and yet I dont get tired of it.. Then there are the long calls from friends sharing every little daily interesting stuffs, often serious too [evrything practically, ranging from others' (boy or girl)friends to computers' health] . That takes a pretty long time of the day. But often carte-blanche of talking-too-much over the phone is being snatched away from me. At such times I often show some sheer bravura , other times remain befuddled. Then I turn to study to somehow bludgeon all the denunciations on me, may be to requite those...:P But I cant continue this chicanery for long....go berserk and put books aside and sit in front of the computer chatting bilge with people . So, naturally the computer also becomes bete-noire after some time. Then I again try hard to concentrate on 'study books' n try to solve the oh-so easy-yet-I cant-solve questions....This time I get really frustrated and then eyes go to the clock(ohhh it struck 2 or 2.15 A.M) and yet I dont feel sleepy, as I already had quiet adequate amount of sleep... Then as its night time, I again have the monkeys' story n realisations running through mind, though in vain, as I am no better than them. After sometime I go under the sheets remembering what all scoldings and often derisions even , I have to hear the next morning if I get up after 9.15A.M. Now sleep..... I have some oddest dreams on earth [ like- sitting on the street in front of university Gate with a friend and talkin, my cousin bro walkin and climbing on my lap, school friends coming and sitting beside me;
Another- Notice comes to my home notifying that I am supposed to do My 4th year in another college and fees of a mere Rs 21,000/- is to be submitted again...awww..my jaw drops even in my dreams.... :D]

Well this is my daily 'LazY LamhE' story , it may sound a bit cliche' , or a bit interesting but one should never ever try or practise this, though me myself do, knowing how much harful it is...!!!.

Now I am a bit tensed as I'll be out of the city for 2 weeks for Industrial Training in DSP(Durgapur Steel Plant), and I have neither packed my things, nor I have any idea where will I stay after going there. I am the only girl of our college's gang comprising 7 students, I'll not be staying in the hotel and I dont have any relatives out there. Lets see what happens,lets hope for the best...:).

I'll obviously write about my experience over there for long 2 weeks when I come back. Donno how I am going to survive there, probably without computer and internet.
Will Miss You Bloggers and blog friends.

Power.

POWER- You have it ,u have all.
Who doesnt want all?

Power is ubiquitous, yet d word is often taken to be a bit obnoxious by some arbiter, albeit if you dont hve it u'll be asphyxiated by dem only.

Be it money power,knowledge power, political power or power in any form, it is d only 'holy' amulet to extol one. Once You have it none will even dare to sneer or snigger at you.
Though some schools of thoughts still place knowledge power on top, but in real world today,money power surpasses the rest; if u dnt hve it u r de trop. It may seem a bit baleful or baloney to some... Well, i dnt hve any intentions to b belligerent ,am jst trying to say wateva i feel and think.....

In society,its pretty common - the affluent ones are the influential ones.... Some tacit agreement remains betwn dem and d rest (not-so-affluent lot). Its not such dat dese ppl are very munificent (most of d times,de r Not). Yet,they are venerated since they have money,n thus d Power.... Always dere r some ppl to carry out their peremptory orders..... Y? Do dey expect power in return ??? well, de cnt ,in most cases.... Den???

From adolescence we gradually instillate the power of Power in us....Often power also deludes us,yet we crave n long for it....
As we go out of our own personal niche' the need for power n Desire is felt more conspicuously.

Though other powers, according to me, stand on a bit lower rungs , they can by no means be looked down upon...
In educational fields, its seen that d no-so-brilliant ones are relegated (or a bit politely -- they r not given enuf importance in most places, be it deir home or outside world)- this may sound a bit garish ,but i think its d truth.....

A gargantuan castigation may b carried on d topic. It is not meant to slander the not-so-powerful people , but just to discuss the power of power.....

According to me:
Since some possess more power than the rest ,we can live, and we are alive...... All can never stay well at the same time...True communism ,i biliv is a bit byzantine. People's capability , power of thots, talents vary, likewise the work they does n d remuneration they earn... All can nevr be same . For that all of us hve to be a mere replica of d other.... Dats not possible by any means , n not practical... All can Never be same....

Inequity prevails as does Iniqity;
Intrepids exist as does the cravens;
Intransigence exists as does Flexibility;

So, power varies from one person to another, often with time, often wid age.....
But above evrything n ol arguments, it is Power that keeps earth going, just as the power of the Sun keeps the planets on the orbits , keeps dem alive and keeps them Going.