GIRLS IN MECHANICAL ENGINEERING

Blessed are we who found a chance to become mechanical engineer, let us not ask for any other blessings. 

Engineering does not discriminate against women, it actually welcomes them. It is just that most girls don't opt for mechanical engineering, which is why you don't hear of a ton of them. In mechanical engineering, as long as you work hard, and are creative, no one cares what gender you are. Earlier Mechanical engineering was treated as a man's forte as it required lot of physical effort but not anymore. These days with the advent of modern tools and technologies people can’t discriminate on gender, in fact you may be good in designing stuff which is treated as the most important wing of mechanical engineering.
Today in the age of enlightenment, when the world is not gender biased, we still have very few girls in the Mechanical Engineering. This act has been severely taken up by ASME (American Society of Mechanical Engineering). ASME has thus signed up an agreement with Girls Scouts of The United States of America with an aim to increase interest in Mechanical Engineering among girls between the age group of 7–17 years.

When we look at some facts and figures, it shows that girls form only 5 to 10% of the total population of Mechanical Engineers around the globe. But it would be unfair on girl’s part if we don’t appreciate their efforts because these are the girls who all have taken a brave decision to deal their life in somewhat a different way than others of their breed. The female Mechanical Engineer’s are the ones who have a firm willingness and determination to dominate the men in the men’s world.
Female Education is something that our country need to still promote and at a much larger scale. And if we promote it by transforming them into mechanical engineers then it will be we who will enjoy the cake with the red cherry on the top. Girls are those creatures of god who all have much more in their bags than just drafters, dreams and documents. They are the ones who have the potential to bring about the change that we want to see.

CHANGE IN OUR EDUCATION SYSTEM…

If you want to plan for a year, plant rice,

If you want to plan for ten years, plant a tree.

If you want to plan for ten years, change the education system of your country.

The 20th century has been a period of educational revolution. Momentous changes have take place, whereas change in education system in India is knocking at the doors in the 21st century. With the globalization of the Indian market and the erasing of socio-cultural barriers, India is becoming a global village. Moreover, the neo policies of liberalization and privatization of Government of India have given birth to diversified sectors of education system in India.

Since the beginning of time, there has been some form of education occurring. In the early 1700’s in India, when a father taught his son how to build fire using two objects or a mother taught her daughter how to prepare meal over an open pit fire, those were some stereotypic examples of very basic form of education. As the time has progressed, we have created a much more complex education system which involves multiplicity of professionals working with a variety of perplexing learners. Within that context, we find conventions that have existed for more than one hundred years, example – use of desks, one teacher per class, grades, blackboards or whiteboards. Also the basic concept of curriculum has been central to the teaching or learning process and in many ways remains unchanged even with the advent of such tools as the computer and internet.

So when we think of changing educational reforms in the present scenario, we are reminded of the convictions that have remains unaltered. Does the expression,” The more we change, the more we stay the same” apply to the situation? Arta Costa stated,” It seems like in education we go through a reform once in about ten years.” But have such educational reforms meant change in the education system of the country? Not necessarily.

The present education system in India is in flux and full of contradictions. While there are world class institutions of higher education like IIT’s and IIM’s, most other are nothing but degree awarding institutions. In the name of educational equality we have huge educational conglomerates opposite huge slums. The ‘Sarva Siksha Abhiyan’ is good in theory but bad in practice. It is like yet one more government sponsored projects whose progress is measured by the money spent rather than target achieved. The secondary and primary education system is in a real bad shape.

Lot has been talked about value education during the last twenty years. Many expert group meets were held, reports were published and guidelines were issued, but the situation still remains the same as it was in 1947. The changing education reforms has though issued various policies but has failed to develop the personality of our youth to take responsibility as a good citizen, apart from being a good scholar, scientist, engineer, manager, etc. The revolution that has been made in the educational system nowhere talks about the moral education, although we know that moral education is a must for children. Though our Ministry of HRD has taken some steps to reform the education system in the country, but still the real development of our nation is unnoticeable.

Education is a state subject and it is good that it is so, but our dream is 100% literate India. We cannot afford to stop at near 100% literacy. We should upgrade our standard of what constitutes a common man. Let us aim at educating each and every Indian, not only making him literate i.e. pseudo-educated but also he should be able to read, write and understand the environment he has to work for.

She...

Even after closing my eyes, her thoughts and her character has kept remerging and benefiting me in some or the other way in my life. On the corresponding item, it’s my characters that sometimes make her smile and my thoughts make her both personally and professionally more competent. It was on a very special occasion, when I met this little brat. Since then our friendship grew through leaps and bounds. It’s really hard to figure out the way in which we have become so good buddies.

She is one who never uses examination jockeys. She is one who believes that self respect comes from self-reliance. Neither is she Shakespeare’s daughter nor does she dreams of a Nobel Prize for literature but there is something in her which makes her voice and her behavior as sweet as a newly born baby. There is something in this little monster which makes her completely different from others. There is something diverse in her which flows out from her mouth, her kalam and her keyboard and that’s her sweet character which speaks out very politely and humbly.

She is one who always tastes the rain of emotions. It’s always interesting to see what her cerebrum can create. She loves hanging out and has taught me more than infinity ways to chill out. She is one of those Gen-Y people who can pulsate on pop numbers and at same time can be seen feeling for the life forms. If by god’s grace and by the blessing of my elders, I enable myself to become a worthy component of future, then I would certainly tribute and owe my success to her timely helps and the warmth of her friendship. As long as her friendship is around me, I firmly believe that I would not succumb. As far as the power of my brain is concerned, I suppose that she is one who is full of cultural confidence, simplicity and unfussiness. She is adept in the art of living and this gives the evidence of her respectable family background.

She is one of those creations of god who arrays from being a generous doer, a sympathetic lady at heart, an un-understandable creature to a pure and pious soul.  She is one who by her knowledge, character and her conduct in life has left an everlasting impression on my mind. ‘Thinking’ is the job without which she cannot live to tell the tale. This pleasant child is crazy about knowledge, food, games, cell phones and gossiping.  Her pleasing symmetry reveals the hard-nosed competitiveness in her. Her each word and work said and done will be cherished by me forever.

But still the question remains unanswered. Who is she? If you can guess then do let me know.

Who is a Leader..???

A leader is one who knows the way, who shows the way and who goes the way. Warren Bennis, a Ph. D has rightly said,” Managers are people who do things right, while leaders are people who do the right thing.” A leader is one who not only do the things right but also takes the responsibility of making others do right things. He is the one who leads the team and ensures that he develops a leader in each individual of his team and makes that individual the son of the soil.

Leadership can be thought of as a capacity to define oneself to others in a way that clarifies and expands a vision of the future. A leader should be one who should make people say about him,” I am a sepoy and will follow the guidance of my leader.” He should be one who must not bring himself to the situation,” I wasted time and now time doth wasted me.” The most important quality expected in a leader should be that his actions must inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more. He should not be one who inspires people to believe in him rather he should be one who inspires people to believe in themselves. It’s easy to name some good leaders but it’s difficult to fathom the sacrifice of great leaders. Leadership is the challenge to do something more than average.
  

There's nothing more demoralizing than a leader who cannot clearly articulate why we are doing what we are doing? It’s the responsibility of leaders to speak the truth and expose the lies. A leader takes the people where they don’t want to go but they ought to be. And today our motherland lacks some great leaders. We don’t have those leaders who can take our nation to heights. We don’t have those leaders who can protect the glory of our country. Today the country has been shackled by the evil doings of some of the tainted leaders who are bickering. Yet till today the pathetic and panic stricken facet of Indian cannot be ignored. The oppressed section is still in deep slumber, for they are still instigated by the wrong doers. We have shown our amity when our country has faced natural disasters like tsunami, earthquake, etc. It’s time for us to join our hands and come together to eradicate these leaders from our country who all have destroyed the environment of the country. Let us pledge together that we will provide some good leaders to our homeland and make this country a harmonious place to live….Jai Hind..!!!

आतंकवाद

इतना कला स्याय धुआं कीस्ने उड़ाया है ?
बाबा बता न, मेरा नन्हा सा बसेरा कीस्ने जलाया है?

मेरा साथी भी पता नहीं कीधर खो गया है,

बाबा बता न मेरा भईया भी चुप चाप क्यों सो गया है?

बेटी, नहीं बोलेगा आज वोह अपनी बोली,

कैसे बताऊ तुझे की उसे लगी है आतंकवाद की गोली |

रोज़ तेरे कीतने ही साथी इस तरह खो जाते है,

बेटी, रोज़ तेरे कीतने ही भाई इस तरह सो जाते है |

कीतनी ही बहनों की राखियाँ इस तरह रोती है,

कितनी ही सुहागनों की मांगे रोज़ सुनी हो जाती है |

क्यों नहीं आता जरा भी कीसी को ख्याल,

रोज़ सो जाते है कीतनी ही माओं के लाल |

ए भारत की धरती ! कीतने ही शहीदों ने,

तुझे अपना खून पीला कर आज़ाद करवाया था |

आज तुने यह अपना कैसा रूप दीखाया है?

उसी समय तू कह देती मैं और प्यासी हूँ |

तुझे अपना लहू हम और पीला देते,

जहा इतने शहीद हुए थे वह कुछ और हो जाते |

क्या यह भारत की कल की तस्वीर है?

क्या यह आने वाले कल की तकदीर है?

आओ जागे, हम एक कर दे एडी और चोटी,

थाम ले बापू की लाठी और पहन ले फीर से लंगोटी |

जीसे पहनकर बापू ने अंग्रेजो को भगाया था,

जीस लाठी के  जोर से भारत को आज़ाद करवाया था | |

My India My Dream

“Baharein jaha aa k deti thi sadaein,
Haseen pankhudion ki who mausam adaein.
Jiske seene main the ILM ka khajana,
Sone ki chidiya jise kehta tha jamana..!!”

15^th August or 26^th January has become just an official holiday in the calendar of our nation. These two days inspires us to patriotic fervor that other few days in the year are able to generate. This is the day when every ‘galli, nukkad and mohalla’ chimes to ‘Bharat Mata’, children dressed in saffron, white and green, with paper flags held firmly in hand walk to their school functions, the revered ‘Jana Gana Mana’ is sung. Bhagat Singh and Gandhiji feature on TV screens and newspapers are full of tricolor ink. How else one could celebrate these special days, right? Sixty two years have gone by and India’s Independence story is still a fascinating tale. We are proud of the way we fought for freedom. The constitution makers deemed India a democracy and a secular socialist republic which we are proud to be even today. Or are we?

Look into the streets and you will see parallels that one cannot even comprehend. In the name of constitution equality, we have huge malls opposite huge slums. We have some women walking with huge heels, displaying branded shopping bags and Revlon lipstick while others cannot even afford clothing and they stare at huge AC buildings. India’s stead fast progress in the fields of science and technology has led to industrialization and capital formation yet the pathetic and panic stricken facet of India cannot be ignored. They say,” A good cover doesn’t really ensure a good book”. The truth is we have made a grand cover for our nation but we couldn’t design the content of the book.

Years back when we decided we are free, we chose a democratic system because it had the power to bring about change. Change we surely have brought about, but it has been one, concentrated in small pockets. It’s true that we seldom accept, but we are still a nation of people who don’t know where we are heading. Our problems are ever lasting and each Indian has learnt to put up with it. We don’t mind skipping a signal, paying Rs 100 bribe, jumping queues in the hostel mess; we don’t mind being sophisticated in another country and being careless and insensitive in our own. Neither we mind in just denying a junior child to issue her the book just because a senior student has told to keep the book reserve for him in the library (doesn’t matter this bloody senior turns backs or not). The same Indian, who will never dream of dropping a piece of paper on the streets of London, does not think twice before lowering the window of his Tata Indica and spitting on Gandhi Setu. 

A part of the problem is the people we elected to the parliament. For long the typical Indian Politicians has been above 60 years of age – and is usually a ‘paan’ munching, ‘dhoti ‘wearing man, with no idea whatsoever of his responsibilities except to do his bit for securing the future of his generation. A look at their educational qualification and you figure out why we don’t promote education at all. Why should we, when we choose almost illiterate idiots as leaders. Why then we should educate our kids when we don’t mind electing a man with no inclination whatsoever to bring about a change.

We are the fools that we elect a winner out of a dog race who is supposed to plan for next five years. Don’t they have the vision to look beyond the basics? May be Independence Day and Republic day should be about more than buying paper flags and watching movies with the fairer sex. Can we, as citizens of free India, do a little more? Why settle for whatever we are given? Why not resolve to make this country a harmonious place to live? Why don’t WE be the change that we want to see?      

Navjot Sing Sidhu - The LEGEND in himself....!!!

To understand what a 6ft. 2inches opening batsman from Punjab meant to Indian cricket team and to India, you had either to be born before 1999 or have a very good imagination. This was during the start of live cricket on television, during the implementation of bouncer rule, helmets, match refrees but before cricket as an INDUSTRY. Cricket was still a colonial past time and Indian cricketers were fringe players, who won more friends than matches. Then along came a giant in the most perfect disguise. By all appearance, Navjot Singh Sidhu was an orthodox mannered batsman, belonging to an othodox mannered age. The pleasing symmetry of his batting concealed a driven man and a hard nosed campetitor. He stood ahead of others, not because he had great skill but because he had greater pride - both personal and professional.

Sidhu became the fortess itself. Session by session, hour upon hour, crisis after crisis. Over a eight years cricketing career, he need to be in control of his game and his destiny took him past the ghostly, godly figures of Geoff Boycott, Martin Crowe, Sunny Gavaskar and his nearest contemporary Imran Khan to the very top of the game, the first batsman to hit sixes on every challenged ball. His legend grew through televison during the series at Sharjah and the gospel of the printed word and at same point, the runs and records creased to matter. Sidhu - the batsman became an icon, a symbolic representation of something larger. As long as he was around, we believed Indian would not succumb. When he at crease, India was not second class. 

In the memory, Sidhu is a crisp and fearless technician. As Indian cricket went from out-house to power-house, Gavaskar - the other legend said, " The sense of calm has induced in Sidhu, that first world certainly that progress was possible". Sidhu always remained in the fame. He served the cricket both international and domestic as a commentator, but is now serving the Indian government as a political leader of the opposition party(BJP) and has joined the Indian Television as a host of 'The Great Indian Laughter Challenge'. 

After retirement from Indian Cricket, he is still known for the ambiguities of his personality. His words on air and writing on print contains layers and allusions that have to be mined for meanings. If Sidhu's batting was described as impeccable or courageous, then the man himself today is called more often than not, complicated and courageous...!!!
 

Few lines for my mate

Hello buddy,

This is your newest but oldest friend writing some verses of immortility, expected to be preserved by you throughout your life. As always, I am not a conventional writer and in no way wants to flatter you. What I write is deemed by me as truth as 'Truth' for me is God and God is the sole faitor whom I fear and respect. You might be thinking, why I am not writing about you? I wouldnot enumerate your good points as you have plenty of them in you. The manner in which I have come in close turns with you is indeed inspiring for me.I would not just call you a friend but I have very well deemed you as something more than that, who is so sweet and caring. Your words for me were indeed heart rending and at time would short certainly before me if I ever forget you.  I consider all my happenings as God's acion so it was indeed God's will that we met and extended our friendship further. I am not only thankful but also feel pride in having you as my buddy and thankds to the Love and the care with which you treated me always. I am grateful to your feelings, which reflect, when you speak to me. All the help that you have provided me is considered by me as a 'tribute', which I pay to you and our friendship.

The feelings that I had felt for you cannot be spewed on the keyboard. Today I can proudly say that I had and will be having a friend like you, who has set high standards as a successful human being, the factor for which we all are striving hard. If by God's grace and by the blessings of my elders, I enable myself to become a worthy component of your future, I would certainly tribute and owe my success to your timely helps and warmth of your friendship. You might be familiar with my write ups, as you have went through many of them.

No human is PERFECT, Not You, Not I, NoOne...You have no bad points to be seen or percieved by a good natured man. I would always be yout friend if you consider me the same.

Do not get bored by my long speeches as a true friend speeks from the ranchor of his heart.!!!

Some Kool Facts abt my class..!!!

This is Mechanical 5th Sem
Come...Read...&...Conquer...!!!

Shooshhhh!!! What was that…???

Aaahhhhh….Nothing…..the chalk came cruise missing the head of ‘Chottu’, the most notorious boy of the class, and the person to do so was none other than our Maths teacher who go irritated when someone played pranks in the class. The ‘Bindaas’ boys of the class – Sumeet n Nishant is often called with different names (in oriya) by our Maths teacher, which half strength of the class cannot even try to understand and Nishant’s teeth is found out of his mouth always.

When the teacher is not in the class, the students raise their sound level to full volume, but when the teacher enters the class the perplexity between the brows thickens. A peagnant silence engulfs the class. Everyone tries to gauge the mood of the teacher and try to acclimatize one-self to the ensuing weather. But Vikas does not stop. He has an idea proof head. He continues to talk. He walks boldly where angels fear to tread.  As he sees the teacher he stops but he usually times it wrong. The two CR of our class-Arif and Sourav are often called by our newly joined and a very dynamic DEAN, but what happens next is the display of seven stages of fury enacted by the teacher. As always they both remain as cool as the nose of the little puppy, waiting for the tempest to pass.

Now its Maths period again. Its time for the genius and intellectuals of our class to get into action. Now the phrase ‘ Solve this problem and find the solution’ will ring into our ears frequently. Our Maths teacher gives us a problem and says ’Hey Swain(Prateek) find the answer’. Swain gives the answer with a devilish smile and looks around to see 73 other pairs of eyes looking enviously at him. Swain regains his composure and says ,”Yes Sir! The answer is ………..”  ”Good”, pat comes the reply from sir. This is enough to ignite the other intellectuals like Suraj, Sailesh, Shashi, Vibhor, Niraj, Vikey and others. They all too brave up and healthy competition starts among all. The answer flows one after another and now even the teacher feels obliged to restrict his “Goods” to Swain. But after all this there are people like Vaibhav, Himanshu, Praveen, Sudipta, Smeet and Prem who all are not moved at all. The still keep on admiring the wonderful nature by sitting always beside the window. We learn a lesson from about society. We don’t just live in society who says there is no partially. Justice is the prerogative of few favoured ones. But we always learn from the Japanese Proverb ---

“Blame yourself if you have no branches and no leaves,
Don’t blame the sun of Partiality.”

The hour glass has filled up and now its time for Maths teacher to leave.
The Little master of our branch ‘Kundan’ is none less than an enthusiastic boy. He keeps his body gyrating like the Newton of our class – Pranav. Kundan can rotate his body 180°. There is another guy existing in the branch , the Roll -1 of Mechanical 4^th Sem.  and he is none other than the 2^nd topper of 4^th Sem Exam-Abhijeet. He is the person who believes :-

“It takes both RAIN and SUNSHINE to make a RAINBOW”

Now its time to turn our eyes towards the other comrades of our branch where some of the intellects like Shrikant, Harsh, Ashish, Aakash, Ramesh, Aniket, Mayank, Ankit, Ezaz, Shushil and many more. But among all how can we forget the ‘Chuparustams ‘ of our class-Abhishek Jaiswal, Ravi, Kumar Ravi, Gaurav and Abhishek Purohit. They are no less than their forerunners. These bunch of people have their own ghetto where they have buildup igneous methods to ignore any intellectual inputs. The last heard was that they have quite succeeded in their mission. Keep Up Comrades!!!

Alas! In this ocean of intellects and geniuses, I forgot the ‘beauty with brains’ of our branch. I don’t remember many though. They in any class pay more attention in avoiding the attention of others on them. I better watch my mouth! They are though very few but they can give any pageant participant run for their money. But sorry I don’t wanna reveal their names

If you are looking for some most virtuous persons then your search would end on Mannu, Manoj, Trideep, Dharmendra, Rajat, Shuvam, Suvendra, Ashwini, Rohan, Avinash,  Shantanu, Ranjan , Shushant  and the very famous Vinay (so called ‘scientist’ of our class).

But the thing is these facts will be incomplete if I don’t mention the name of some outstanding guys of our branch – Atul, Manish, Anil,  Devendra, Manas, Ashish, Anand, Ashu, Vivek, Yogesh, Shyam,Satya, Prabhu and Anshu. They are the guys who really lend their shoulders who needs it.

While there are others like Shashank and Sourav who all feel very insecure to attend their classes but never found missing in the practical classes. And with all this how can you leave behind the famous band of Mech guys – It’s A Mistake(IAM) which constitutes of  Vivek JC, Vaibhav, DJ and the singer Himanshu. Your song was awesome. Well done guys!!! 

And among all this it would very unfair on girls part if I don’t mention their names. Doesn’t matter whether its Sheetal, Ayona, Shubra or any one of other three, they are also the part of this royal branch.

This is our branch, a branch of gems, geniuses, beauties and virtuous, and our teachers are Militant sort of persons who all keep washing our brains about our career and placement. Their voice falls in the deaf ears. They complete their washing but no effect. It may be because there were no brains.

There are many others in this branch. Its very difficult on my part to take the name of each individual So mates do forgive me if anyone of your names misses.

Now you all might be thinking that what role do I(Varinder) play in a branch of such high standards. Well then listen! Other than having a brain in English, I am a keen observer, otherwise who would have provided you with such a vivid, entertaining and interesting description….???