30 Sep 2018

#366 24 hours

   24 hours

As the sun casts its magical spell
Morning wakes up from slumber
From the dream world to reality
Only demands to work with quality.

With a new hope, I begin my day
Pray to God for all strength to persist
With determination towards my goal
That I have set for the day to achieve.

Each hour defines number of challenges
How to assemble courage and move on
Essence of being successful for long turn
Should be our priority despite of anything.

Everything revolves around 24 hours
What comes in, is what shows up as result
But only with the right attitude to furnish
The abilities within us to a great extent.

24 hours is a universal truth
Same for all kinds of life existing here
Then why to waste its component
When you know that it is limited in no.

24 hours consisting of 86400 seconds
Representing endless opportunities
To grab and move ahead restlessly
What sets apart a winner from looser.

Sweta Sarangi


26 Aug 2018

#365 Two years full of life

Two years full of life

I stood at the entrance with my luggage waiting for the train to reach its destination. And my destination was not so far. I heard a group of passengers insisting me to avoid keeping my luggage close to the door as the luggage could get vanished in no time. It was Dhanbad, so I had to be little careful about it. We all had heard about a place named Wassseypur from the movie “Gangs of Wasseypur”, Dhanbad being close to Wasseypur had a different notion in my mind. But these two years of my stay had managed to subdue all the existing notions quite well.

I stepped out of the train around 3:30 AM and reached the guest house of IIT(ISM) within half an hour. I couldn’t sleep that night as the journey was quite hectic and I had to report to Student Activity center for admission next day around 7:30 in the morning. I reached the venue in time the very next day. Later I realized that I was also among one of the students waiting for their turn to complete the formalities of admission as soon as possible. The arrival of dawn settled down all the formalities and let myself relax so that I could proceed to the allocated hostel for accommodation.

This is how a new phase of life commenced. Opal hostel was like a centroid connecting three main parts of campus such as Central library, canteen and Penman Auditorium. Canteen always came to my rescue when I missed my lunch especially during days of summer. The mess menu had to be mouthwatering and equally tasty when the cooks were from West Bengal. There was an advantage of getting a variety of dishes along with tempting deserts to add on the list.  Grand dinner at the end of every semester was like surprises from Mess authorities with lots of additional dishes and decorations to keep you moving towards Mess before the actual dinner time.

The first year of the postgraduate program was packed with lots of classes and lab sessions which were held in the second half of the day. The interesting thing was to prevent one from falling asleep during the lab hours. As it became quite difficult to resist from taking a nap (maybe of millisecond) during those crucial hours. Submission of assignment and lab records before the deadlines were enough to make us busy for one year and mid-sem and end sem examinations did not let us in peace. Preparation for examinations from notes and books would be fuelled by the idea of scoring a good grade. Celebrating birthdays together was one of the exciting memories followed by throwing parties at the restaurant.

Although returning from home to reach hostel used to be painful yet I would always receive a warm welcome from my friends who would be waiting desperately to discuss what had happened in those days and what I had missed actually. The arena of friendship extended more in the second year with the closure of mess during summer when we had to stay at the hostel for the purpose of the minor project. We created a mini mess with a group of people by ordering food (catering service) for lunch and dinner. This was the best part of the day when we shared some quality time free from project stuff by beating the outdoor scorching heat.

The second year was dedicated to project work which provided a wide angle to the world of research. Research is a systematic way to investigate a specific area of interest by gathering information or relevant facts to come up with some innovation in technology by implementing your ideas. End of the year opened up the door to present my work at different conferences which also boosted up my spirit to move ahead. Remaining five months proved to be very much hectic with a bunch of tasks to be accomplished. Sometimes those hours of anxiety, fear and dilemma of future would make my vision blurred for long. But I always had a group of influential people who would elevate me and kindle a new hope to rise again. Those phone calls from my parents would make me realise my true potential and push me hard to come out of the cobwebs of negativities. But it was like I had to wait for “hard work would pay-off moment” in each venture of life then. Sometimes, my hobbies would accompany me up to a great extent in dealing with the uncertainty of future. When nothing moves according to your plan, just believe that God has a better plan for you. Being a theist, I would chuck out all the possibilities to rise up again by beating the defeats. Sometimes adversities make you explore different versions of yourself by letting you know what extra you can actually do which may not have experienced in past. This season of frustration gripped me for a short span. And the line from PB Shelly’s poetry was applicable in my context as well: “if winter comes, can spring be far behind”. I was successful in unlocking the doors with my placement and higher studies. Success would never have delivered a pleasant effect if you have not experienced failures. And yes, without failure, success is just hypothetical.

Then arrived the most critical point of these two years: when each one of us had to defend his/her Master’s thesis through a presentation. We had already spent many hours at laboratories to conduct experiments and analyse the data. It was just the convenient time to give justice to our work. Everyone would be fired by a series of questions by panel after the presentation that would assess the thesis work. It ended up quite well. Department bided us farewell by arranging a dinner. I am indebted to all the faculties of the department for their generosity and expertise that I received from them that helped me to improve my understanding of important aspects of chemical engineering.

I must say that I am grateful to the almighty for providing me an opportunity to not only taste each and every flavor of these two years so minutely but also strengthen my conviction.

This place was so serene that unknowingly attracted me towards it like a magnet. Destiny always has a better role to play. If I would have not spent two years of my academics here, I would have definitely missed a chance to meet wonderful people and at the same time miss a chance to weave a lot of memories which would always remain in my heart forever. When I browse the folder containing photos captured displaying memories of past, I still feel relieved to come across with so many genuine souls who are not only beautiful by face but beautiful by heart also. Even after being away from the place for the last three months, there is still a sense of connectivity which is invisible.

I would end up this article with a note that, “These two years of journey displayed me  an improved version of myself  and I would always remain indebted to those who encouraged me to move forward.”

Long live my friends!!
Long live IIT(ISM), Dhanbad!!


25 Aug 2018

#364 Kerala's CMDRF

26 Jul 2018

#363 Book Review: A Stoic's Diary

A Stoic’s Diary

Author: Dipanshu Rawal

Genre: Non-fiction (Philosophy/Self-help)

Format: PDF

File Size: 1708KB

Star: 4.5/5 (Self)

Review: It’s a non-fiction book based on the concept of stoicism and ideas associated with it. This 60-page PDF has been segregated into 11 chapters which are short yet interesting. The writer has made sure that he is able to express the main ideas behind this psychological assessment in simple language. The organisation of the chapters is well appreciated.  

 Sharing some of the lines from the book which appealed me the most are;

Emotions create most of the problems while logic solves most of them.

You were a liability to a woman’s body before you opened your eyes on this earth.

The less you expect the more you rise above disappointments and other harmful emotions that render you hopeless.

Past kills you with guilt and future buries you under the pressure of your unfulfilled dreams.

Ask yourself “what worries you the most?”

Instead of replying “I’m good”, “I am fine”, try replying with a big smile, “I’m awesome!”, “I’m great!”,”I’m amazing!”

My experience:  I came across this PDF from one of the fellow writers at Quora and I appreciate the very idea of discussing some of the important aspects which are always taken as granted. This forms the 7th book of my reading list of goodreads.I feel blessed to have come across this book at the right hour. I liked the simple illustrations that substantiate the subtle ideologies associated with stoicism. I liked the concept of approaching the solutions of the problem through algorithm which paves a way for simplification. I took away the concept of writing down the problem on the paper and working out the solution for it. Even though it’s a book with limited pages yet it encompasses wisdom of many ages and books. No doubt, the writer has done his research well in giving shape to this one. I would certainly recommend it to others who are looking for a way to their problems of life.

©Swati Sarangi

24 Jul 2018

#362 Winner of PoemOcontest

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#361 Winner of PoemOContest

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#360 Winner of PoemOContest

20 Jun 2018

#359 Forgotten


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Sometimes I keep wondering
How am I going to be 
Remembered once my 
Tenure of life gets over?
Will I ever be remembered
For the deeds I did or
Become the forgotten part
Of someone's innate memory?
This level of thinking puts 
Me into a state of contemplation 
The depth of analysis then
Arises from a condition of urgency 
As if the time is running out 
Like the particles of sand falling
Down from the chamber of an hour glass
I realise that it's I who
Has only been procrastinating
On something that was need of the hour
I take a new birth the next
Moment of my realisation
The realisation that I'm a being
So perishable and I woke 
Up from a deep slumber.

©Swati Sarangi

23 May 2018

#358 Published in Issue IV of THE QUIET LETTER

13 May 2018

#357 From the pages of my diary

From pages of my diary
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It has been seven years that I’ve come closer to this inanimate thing called Diary which I regard as a prized possession. There’s a very thought provoking piece of article that I found in one of the pages of FB dedicated to IAS aspirants and thought of translating it in English to as to make it accessible to a wide range of readers. I hope that all of you should get immense motivation out of it. The real credit always lies with the writer of this original post which was written in Hindi for obvious reason. A big round of applause to the original writer [ I’m unaware about the writer of the original piece. I will update about him/her once I get an idea]

When you don’t feel like studying then just try to recall the face of your parents who keep announcing in the locality that my child will become a collector one day.
Your biggest wish, your real happiness, life, world are your parents; they are your first love. How can you ever think of cheating them? Remember, the one who’s loyal to his first love is the one who deserves his second love.

 Friends! Whoever has helped you to dream, put their hands over your head in every adverse situation, who has helped you to walk and those eyes which never cease to dream that one day my child will do wonders, what I couldn’t do, he’ll/she’ll do . They have happily forgotten all reasons of their sadness just by glancing at your face.

When they have trusted in your abilities then tell me why aren’t you trying to step forward to make your dreams come true?

Oh! my friend, when you don’t feel like studying , just recall the face of your father who keeps on repeating that my child will never degrade the glory of my family. Recall your mother who has made countless sacrifices but has never let you know about it because she didn’t want you to be sad. She kept sacrificing so that you should get what you want the why are you quiet about working hard?

Why do you forget that for all our happiness, they’ve sacrificed all happiness of theirs so that you suffer no deprivation.

Enough said! The right time has come for dedication, hard work and sacrifice, willingness to do something and to fulfil those dreams to bring smile on the lips of your parents.

Then pick up your books and put your heart and soul into it. Read history, geography, politics and everything you want. Don’t worry about the electricity as you’re the source of electricity.

Spread your identity on the cover page of every magazine; work hard the way that your result will create the loudest noise and thousands of journalists with cameras will die to get a glimpse of yours. Needless to say many media persons will be anxious to converse with you about the journey of your success. Everywhere there’ll be discussion on you and every parent will give the example of you to their kids.

Friends! We can never repay the debt that we owe to our parents but we can bring smile in their faces.

Then pledge today to do immense hard work whose result will create a noise and your parents will say, “I wouldn’t have got a better child than you.”
Then pledge for the thing that “your parent’s dignity will be greater than your wish.”

Jai Hind!

©Swati Sarangi