.NET? It better be good.


Okay… I haven’t mentioned it in this blog until now, but a few months ago, I got selected for a job in Tata Consultancy Services. And I’m going to take up the job, of course. TCS has split the selected students (1,212 from our whole University) into different streams, based on Lord knows what, and have announced us which stream each of us belong to.

I had been cast into the ‘.NET’ stream it seems. Pardon me, but I know nothing of the stream, though I had entered the interview telling them I’d want to be in the IT field. After all, I have the excuse of calling myself ‘an electronics and communication student, and knows only limited computer science’, despite getting selected in the IT field. 😀

Now, being the smarter organization, TCS has given us the papers they want us to study in our next semester. And I’ve just been told that I’d be studying .NET the next semester. A friend patted me and said “.NET is not all that tough. I think they put you there because you’re an ECE student!”

She also told me that her friends who had gotten into the stream knew at least a bit about .NET. So now, it’s only me who knows nothing of it… a couple of girls from my class – the class in which I studied until last semester- are going to be with me in my next semester, I saw in the list. Not very close, but friends who I can easily start small-talk with. I need to make friends in a span of three to four months in my to-be class!

We are required to attend classes in another campus this year. I’ll be having no more classes in my good ol’ college anymore. I’ll miss it like hell… after all, it’s where I got all the friends who created all the memorable days for me. But I’m excited, because the main branch of our college is quite huge and… is EXTREME FUN!

I’m surely looking forward for these classes, but I’m also a bit nervous, as I don’t know what syllabus lay ahead of me. It seems I’ll have C# and CSS amidst a few others that I didn’t know of, and that is enough to cause me this nervousness. I tried learning a bit of CSS from w3schools, but man, it’s really boring! But it’d be fun after I see the result, I know… but still… it is boring, no matter how I try to defend it and prevent myself from uttering the b-word. Anyway, if the teaching is good, I’d be glad to learn it. It doesn’t look so terrifying, either! And if C# is a bit like C or C++, I’m going to love it!

.NET… you better be good. I’m about to leave all of my previous classmates for you.

Whoever is reading this, if you’ve already read my post where I said I was going to learn web designing in the holidays, here’s a confession from me: I didn’t. I wasted my time. Yet again. 😦

And oh, Happy New Year, by the way! 🙂


A broken relationship


Watching a couple’s relationship spiral down to dust, I wrote this poem. They weren’t made-for-each-other, but they still manage to live together and smile, just because they love their daughter quite a lot. They’d rather torment themselves than see her frown.

What a wonderful pair indeed! Love, sometimes, comes from somewhere you don’t expect. Not from each other, but from the happiness of someone else they didn’t think of while they got married… Anyway, they never quite spoke much to each other. Though the couple were adjusting, living in the same house, their relationship could not be repaired is what I came to find out. I often drop by for a chat with Mrs. K, but Mr. K doesn’t talk much to me.

A relationship so frail and tight…
Like the glass of my window pane.

A bond that’s broken beyond might…
Like a boulder on the mind of the sane.

Of a non-existent love, of extreme spite…
Like the nothingness amidst sheer pain.

As strict as a customary rite…
Like all things mundane.

An expression of apathy, subtly arousing fright…
Like the barren mainland bearing cocaine

A long-lost faith, kindling dreads of the night…
Like the dirty waters of the polluted oceans lain.

A desperate attempt to make things right…
Like a coin running down the drain.

Yet, lost to the winds in plain sight…
Like a villain on a fine day slain.

Finally, a sorrow-drenched figure comes to light…
But, who is to blame?