Friday, December 9, 2016

My Neighbourhood

My neighbourhood is full of bright students. One was pursuing DM from International Medical University, Malaysia. His father had said hundreds of time that it was one of the most respectful professions of the medical field. Well, all guardians brag in the same manner when their son excel. I had still not given that sort of opportunity to my father.
One was in China doing a job in Zhengzhou Coal Mining Machinery Group CO. LTD... The other one was a teacher in the University of Dallas and was very well settled in America. And finally there was a local guy in my locality who was in India itself and that made me feel to fly to some foreign countries. In fact, he was a good guy but his achievement, and that’s too in my field of interest had embarrassed me. I was the victim of inferiority complex. He would quite often visit my house and as soon as he entered from the front door, I would exit myself from the back door. He was a strange guy. He loved to find errors and that’s too in every sort of thing.
“One who enjoys finding errors will then start creating errors to find”

 My father would insist me to have a talk with him but I was reluctant. After preferring me a couple of foreign author books, he would wrap up saying, “Ho, jaega. “

I knew how easy it was for him to say that. He was in his final years and he used to have more than 0.4k likes on his DPs. He would never forget to put his location in any of his status. In his early years, he was so dumb.

‘Ankit Sharma was sleeping with Vaibhav Prasad and 99 others at IIT Roorkee.’
‘Me eating Maggie with Abhinav Shukla and 102 others at IIT Roorkee.’

He used to tag almost every of his friends including me. His location used to make me reluctant to like his pic. However, in his penultimate year he had uploaded a pic of mine with him and to my surprise, he had tagged only two of us. I was happy as that publicity stunt soared my likes within no time frame.
But still, I hated him.
Sometimes I would think that he was just like King Midas. But unlike his gold capability, Ankit Sharma had unique ability to crack every exam he even thought to attempt. Once in a life time, I had cleared the first level of Science Olympiad and had got an opportunity to go to the next level. However few months after when my father was telling Ankit my success story, he came up with his own. He had ranked 2nd in International Mathematics Olympiad and had even got an opportunity to visit Israel. I had never felt so small. I was jealous.
“Jealousy is rather an enjoyable emotion to watch”- Chetan Bhagat
My father never told my success story to any other after that incident.


“Prabhat Singh, 64
Shanker poddar, 56
Khitij sharma, fif……. “.
She began to adjust specs and my heart almost stopped beating literally.
My Physics teacher gave me a dirty look. I don’t know why, but she hated me bad. I had come to know that some work of hers was delayed by my father’s office. And that was eventual. Well, she had tried to clear her file by saying that she was the teacher of the DMs son. And that statement didn’t go well with the concerned officers.
One day I saw Ankit walking through my school corridor and I just got startled. What the hell was he doing in this corridor leaving the other several ones? He began to approach my class room and I shrugged myself for not getting noticed through the door. I was on the first bench of the first column from the door. I had grabbed that seat so that I could see the girls crossing by. I was so damn wrong.
Finally, he had gone. Why had he come to our school?  He was an alumnus of our institution but he shouldn’t have come.
“Oh Ankit beta …”
Shit??? How he made it to our room. Over the few hundred rooms, he had got only ours to visit and that’s too in 6th period. The probability of such incident was even less than signal digit percentage but he had beaten the odds. Meanwhile, I thanked my Math’s teacher Verma mam as she had done a good job in probability.
I shrugged myself further.
“Guys, meet Ankit Sharma, one of the brightest student of our school.”
How she was able to remember his name so crystal clear.  She always stammered to call my name even when I was the humour imparting element of her class. There are always some guys favourite to some teachers and no matter whatever happens they are always made to stand up to answer a question followed by a huge round of laughter in the class. I was ‘THAT’ guy in her class.
“He is currently pursuing B-tech from IIT Roorkee and he was even the state topper of his batch”
I just wanted to kill that guy who had clapped from the back for Ankit Sharma. We had to follow the ritual. Many eyes of our classes had got lightened up after seeing him.
“Ok ma’m, I’m sorry for disturbing your class.”
“Yeah you should be faggot.” I said in my heart.
And finally, he winked at me before leaving that class. He may have slapped me or had beat me with his bare fists but that wink cost me more dearly. And finally, I heard the best sound in my ears.
(Ting Ting)

Back benchers surrounded me. The guys from the penultimate bench hovered to hear my call.
“Hey Kshitij, how do you know Ankit sir?” asked one of the students with very decent lunch box in his hand. I didn’t know his name in fact.
You see, how you garner reputation when you do something apart from the queue. And now they had started calling him ‘sir’.
“Let’s forget these things, guys. He is just my neighbour. “, I said as I tore apart the chakravyuh and went outside the class.
“He is so lucky!!!” said a guy as I was already out of their audibility range.
“Luckyyy…” I chuckled as I began to move down the stairs with hundreds of others students. ”

‘Luck has a way of evaporating when you lean on it’ - Brandon mull      

Thursday, December 1, 2016


Eavesdropping is secretly listening to the private conversation of others without their consent.
In order to understand about the etymology of the given word you have to understand about the Back formation and lexeme.

A lexeme is a unit of lexical meaning that exists regardless of the number of inflectional endings it may have or the number of words it may contain. It is a basic unit of meaning, and the headwords of a dictionary are all lexemes. For example, in the English language, run, runs, ran and running are forms of the same lexeme, conventionally written as run.

In etymology, back-formation is the process of creating a new lexeme, usually by removing actual or supposed affixes. Back-formation is different from clipping – back-formation may change the part of speech or the word's meaning, whereas clipping creates shortened words from longer words, but does not change the part of speech or the meaning of the word.
1.       Babysit from babysitter.
2.       Bicep from biceps.
3.       Biograph from biography.
4.       Burger from hamburger.
From the above examples it just means that the word ‘burger’ has got originated from the word ‘hamburger’. So this was the example of back formation.

Etymology of the word ‘Eavesdropping’.
The verb eavesdrop was originally a back-formation of the noun eavesdropper ("a person who eavesdrops") which was formed from the unrelated noun eavesdrop ("the dripping of water from the eaves of a house; the ground on which such water falls"). An eavesdropper was one who stood at eavesdrop (where the water fell, i.e., near the house) so as to overhear what was said inside.

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Same Old Story


Day 1, 12:15 pm

He saw her and he knew that she was someone beautiful. From the preface, he had somehow rated the book.
 ‘Do you know her?’ asked Kiara while she sipped her drink. Rishaan and Kiara were final year engineering students studying in IIT BHU and they had come to Delhi to attend Rendezvous- culfest of IIT Delhi. Rishaan was a CS student while Kiara was in IT. The proximity and closeness of their branches had acted as a catalyst for their bonding.
‘Ah… yes….. I mean that I think....’
‘Is she Diya?’ she had interrupted Rishaan in the middle. Rishaan was used to that.
He smiled. He had told her about Diya a year ago and Kiara still had that thing in her mind.
Kiara hit him lightly with her elbow. She meant to tease him.
‘Don’t you think that you should talk to her?’ asked Kiara. A girl asking his boyfriend to talk with another girl doesn’t usually happen in India and that’s why Rishaan was still confused.
‘C’mon… I ain’t that typical kind of girl wanting to be over possessive for you. You loved her. Admit it.  And you loved her madly.’
Rishaan nodded his head in reflex.
‘She was in your school for 5 years and she was your best friend. And then you had to move out of that place for higher education. You loved her and still you didn’t have the courage to utter anything. You both belong to Bokaro but still you still didn’t have the courage to go to her home and talk to her. And now after 10 years after that incident when she has come in front of you, you are repeating the same mistake. Of course, I don’t mean the ‘love’ thing but you should, at least, talk to her.’
Rishaan absorbed her intention.

Day 2, 3:30 pm

Rishaan couldn’t help himself from staring at Diya and that was making her uncomfortable.
‘Hey ….’ Kiara snapped her fingers in front of Rishaan. Diya smiled and Rishaan felt a little bit embarrassed.
‘I presume that you have to order yourself in this place. Right?’  
The ambience of the Karki Hotel was little unique in its own way.
‘Yeah….. ahem…. Ok, tell me what would you want?’ Rishaan asked Kiara as he couldn’t help himself from keeping his head turned towards Diya.
He went for the order.
‘Hey, Diya! Are we boring you? Because the matter is that……’
 ‘No Kiara …. I am perfectly comfortable.’
Diya had cut Kiara in the middle.
‘I was just …… see I know that we were friends for many years. Yesterday when Rishaan approached me in the canteen, I was in complete shock. I am feeling good from inside but I don’t know how to behave and what to talk with him. I think you would understand that. After all, we are meeting after approx...a decade.’
Kiara laughed and then gave a glance to Rishaan who was at the counter.
‘You didn’t get it Diya.’
Kiara sounded mysterious and Diya looked confused.
‘Rishaan loved you and he loved you like a hell.’
Diya looked shocked but she didn’t seem that surprised.
‘Yeah…. That’s another fact that he couldn’t tell you anything because he is one of the shyest guys in the world. He moved on but couldn’t forget you for the next 6-7 years. And then he met me and somehow he just got over you. But the fact is that he loved you more than anyone could ever love anybody. That sounds little a bit incomprehensible but it’s the truth.’
‘And trust me, you sometimes made me feel jealous.’
Kiara concluded as she laughed. Diya didn’t enact. Her expression had changed. Maybe the latter words had darted her heart more ferociously than the former ones.
‘Here we go... This one is for your honey.’ Rishaan said as he served Kiara.
‘And this burger for you, Diya.’
‘Thanks.’, said Diya with a more politeness. The intonation of Diya’s voice had changed. Rishaan was about to make his big bite but suddenly felt the warmth of pairs of eyes on him. He stopped for a while.
‘What’s wrong?’
Kiara switched the topic and she was best in that.

Day 3, 4:00 am

‘Hey, baby... I am going to take a quick nap. You guys be alright without me? I can’t make it anymore Diya.’
‘Yeah, its fine. We will wake you up later.’ Diya assured Kiara as Rishaan nodded his head.
They were in a room in Taj Palace. It was Kiara’s father who had made all the accommodation. It was still the third day but now it seemed to be the last one for them. They had enjoyed themselves to the full.
 Kiara was sleeping and the rest of the two were in the balcony remembering the good old days.
“Hey, Diya…. You remember? You used to be our monitor and the class teacher used to assign you the job to write names of the noise making students on the blackboard. And every time Himanshu used to land himself in an argument with you because each time you used to write his name and used to skip mine.” Rishaan laughed and then continued. ‘Though I used to sit just beside him on the same desk.  You remember, huh?’
‘Ofcourse…. Rishaan.’ She had started laughing too. Marilyn Monroe had said that if you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything. Rishaan believed Marilyn.
‘But I didn’t use to skip. I just didn’t wish to write your name. I kinda liked you and...’
Rishaan had stopped laughing and he had a strange seriousness in his eyes.
‘What?’ Diya asked arguing the seriousness.                                                                        
‘I mean to say that you were the popular guy of our class. None of the girls wanted to see yours name on that board.’ She blushed and tried to contaminate Rishaan with the same.
Rishaan held her hands. It was cold and fair. She didn’t withdrew her hands and finally Rishaan confessed his love.
‘I don’t want to talk Rishaan.’ She said as she withdrew her hands.
‘I thought that you were going to take our friendship in a matured way. I thought you different but you proved me wrong. I don’t want to create a misunderstanding between you and Kiara.’
She moved towards the door.
‘I don’t love you Rishaan. You should know that.’ She made a strange curve on her lips.
‘You can fake your smile Diya, but not your feelings.’
She had already gone. Rishaan opened his Whatsapp and changed his status. There was nothing much he could do.

Day 3, 11: 45 pm

‘Hey baby….. I do have a plan. Why don’t we ask Diya for the Goa trip? I think she will enjoy. And we too have a vacant seat. Thanks to your friend Santosh who will not be able to make it here by tomorrow morning.’ She had sarcasm in her voice.
‘But I don’t think that she will say yes to it. I know her and I don’t think that she will turn up for something like International Film Festival.’
‘You talking serious?’ Kiara raised her eyebrows.
‘She is a conservative girl Kiara. I don’t think IFFI will …..’
 “I am going to her room and I need you to be nice to her in the trip.’
She had already gone.
‘You know nothing Kiara. She is never going to agree. I spoiled everything’ He murmured as he recalled his argument with Diya.  

Day 4, 4:14 am

The SpiceJet was scheduled at 7:00 am from IGT and Rishaan had no clue of Kiara.
‘I had to do a lot of drama to convince her. She will be reaching there before us. Let’s go.’ She shouted as she entered the room.
‘One minute…’ Rishaan held her hand. ‘Diya said yes for the trip?’
‘Of course baby. Why wouldn’t she?’
‘But …….. What she said…… I mean how……?’
‘Cut the crap. Get me my lip gloss. And please do help me in packing these mess.’
Rishaan was still thinking about Diya. Why she said yes when she knows the fact that her agreement for the trip could complicate the matter. They billed out and headed for IGT. It was just 7 km away from The Taj.
In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go to the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat. And with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the seating arrangement changed. With 20 minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep-starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan’s right hand more firmly. Rishaan’s other hand, though, nervously moved to touch Diya’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioural dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa.
When the flight landed at the Dabolim airport, Rishaan felt uncanny… his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher.


Day 4, 11:50 am

They had finally reached Casa de Morgado, the hotel where they had booked their rooms. And before Rishaan could plan up anything, Kiara bumped into his room, flipped her iPhone and squatted next to Rishaan.
‘What happened Kiara?’ asked Rishaan, carefully watching his words.
 “My father had called me. He has seen someone for my marriage and he wishes me to meet the guy.’
‘What you said?’ Rishaan was disturbed but tried to remain composed. He feared losing Kiara.
‘I didn’t say anything but I wanted. I wanted to tell my father about you. I wanted to tell him about us. I wanted to tell him Rishaan but……’
Rishaan stroked his index finger on her lower lips and then hugged her. He convinced her to go to her room and take rest.  Rishaan was a confused soul but the disturbing part was that, now he knew that.

Day 4, 12:40 am

‘Hey Rishaan!! What happened?’
Diya had entered Rishaan’s room, and that too without knocking the door.
Rishaan was silent. He was calm. He was wrecked.
‘See Rishaan. I love you and I loved you too. But I always feared a lot. You know my family. My elder sister too went with her similar decision but she is not happy today. And my family fears and dares the same.’
Rishaan was still and Diya sat next to him. He was all her ears.
‘At least speak anything Rishaan. I beg you. Please.’ Diya had started sobbing.
‘It doesn’t mean anything Diya. Kiara would definitely convince her father about me. I wouldn’t be able to confess to her my feelings about you and my dilemma in such awkward situation about.’
Rishaan explained the whole incident to Diya.
‘But what if she agreed to his father?’
‘Kiara’s father has never disagreed with his daughter. He will come to an understanding this time too.’
‘You can go Diya. You should. I don’t want you to hang around me. I don’t want you to jeer my past and my emotions. I……. I am sorry Diya……’ Rishaan had a voice laden with fear of losing his love. He had a voice laden with grief and anguish.
Diya was gone, for the second time and perhaps for the last time.

Day 5, 7:30 am

 ‘What happened Kiara?’ asked Rishaan.
‘Where were you? I came to your room multiple times and found you nowhere.’ Rishaan said expressing his concern.
She looked into his eyes.
‘Let me get it straight Rishaan. I don’t know how to say this but I said yes to my father…’
‘Please baby. How could I deny him? My father never asked anything from me. He never insisted me for anything in my life. How could I deny him? And so I said yes to him. But I just didn’t know how to tell this all to you.’
‘Please Kiara!! I have loved you. I ask only one thing from you and that’s your happiness. When you are leaving for Raipur?’
‘Tonight itself. I will meet you later, most probably in college.’ Diya raised as she tried moved towards exit.
 ‘Hey Rishaan… can you do me a favour?’ asked Kiara.
‘Why not you take Diya seriously. I mean that she is good.’
‘C’mon Kiara… what are you saying???’
‘I was awake Rishaan. I heard you.’ Kiara moved closer.  
‘I heard you confessing your love to Diya in Delhi.  But that didn’t startle me a lot. I know that you like her but I needed you to demarcate the difference between love and mere ‘attraction’. I asked Diya for the trip even after knowing all that stuff. Her ‘yes’ was in fact a ‘yes’ for you Rishaan.’
‘She went to Bokaro Kiara. It’s too late.’
‘I had talked to her yesterday night Rishaan. I convinced her to talk to you. She didn’t go. She is in the lounge.’
Rishaan didn’t know how to react. Perhaps he was too happy.
‘She is a nice girl Rishaan. I wish good for you both.’
‘I wish the same for you too.’
‘I don’t want any wishes baby. Just bill me out!!!!!’ said Kiara as she laughed.
Rishaan too joined her. He smiled and smiled with laughter in his eyes. Kiara was finally gone.

Day 6, 4:35 am

For the last 5 hours Kiara was at Dublim airport. She had missed her flight.
Her phone begin to ring.
‘Hey sis… hows you doing? When is Rishaan coming to Bhopal? I heard the same from mom that Papa had finally gave up….’
“Alia…. He is not coming home.”
Her voice had become heavy and her sister felt and knew that. Alia was the only girl on the whole planet who was Kiara’s best friend and sister, both at the same.
“What happened sis? Please at least speak to me...” her sister insisted.
“I was happy Alia. Initially father was reluctant to meet him but after few arguments he finally gave up and told me to bring him on a weekend. I was so pleased. I rushed immediate to tell Rishaan about the same. But when I went to see him, I found that he was having a conversation with Diya and he was telling her to leave Goa immediately. I finally realised that Rishaan was still in love with Diya and he was trying to be fake with me. He was broken from inside sis. For the first time, I had seen him shattered and I didn’t want him to be feel like a loser because of me. So I decided to tell him the lie.”
Kiara had started crying. She cried not because she was weak but she cried because she had been too strong for long.

Sunday, October 30, 2016


I had passed my std. 4 with bright marks and my father had planned to get me in a new school. I needed to get my transfer certificate. And as I was standing in the principal chamber, perhaps for the last time, my principal got up and came towards me and instructed me to have discipline in my life. He could have said me to come closer or he could have said that aloud. But he didn’t do either and showed himself instead. He knew the importance of the word. He knew that I would need that thing. I walked outside of the chamber and there was a sentence written in slogan alike fashion. It said, ‘Discipline is the most important in our life.’ The smudges on the wall and the pale colour couldn’t prevent my mind from capturing those intact words.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Open Cast Mining: An Overview

Confucious - "He who says he can and he who says he can't are both usually right". The way we think has everything to do with what we can achieve. We work for our dreams. We work for our hopes. We work for things we love.We work for our ambitions. In fact, We work very hard leaving all the pleasures of our life aside. But in the end, everything seems to be worth it to it every bit.
Check out our book on Amazon : Open Cast Mining- An Overview.
This book mainly focusses on practical aspects of mining operations carried out in Open cast metal mining.
I would like to especially thank Rahul Tripurana and Prateek Kumar for their invaluable contributions.Without them this content couldn't have been possible. Thanks a lot to Rajan Lad for such an elegant book cover. Perhaps he was the best man for the job. I would like to thank Alekhya for her continuous morale support. She really had been a true friend. And in the last, I would like to thank my brother Ravi Om for his ineffable dedication and concern for my work. He is a better critic but best brother one could find in this world. I am fortunate to have him along and I wish that everyone may get blessed with an elder brother like him.
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Meanwhile, you can even check out my first novel: The Cut-Off List.

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