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Hi Everyone,

Below you will find pictures of the 2010 Archery Contest Knife…A.K.A. “The Camp Beast”. I call her the camp beast cause she’s a big old Bowie, Fighter styled camp blade that can handle most any choir around. Specs are as follows:

10″ blade of 5160 triple tempered

walnut handle with cold blue fittings and checkered spacer

O.A.L. is 15 1/2″

Thanks for looking,

Bob

It begins in the afternoon with a hangover. My first ever. First, not because I drank for the first time but because I drank so much for the first time.

I bunk the classes, miss the lab and skip the lunch. That is all I am doing, nothing. And I hate it.
Goddamn it, the day is the worst I have ever had. I hate it.
I want to enjoy myself, and sing, and be lively. And all I am is nauseous. I hate it.

I remember that I have to meet a professor for the sake of a competition. Relief. And it is Nakul’s scooter that is to come in handy at a time like this. Raunak jumps in with me and off we go.

The professor doesn’t come. We waste an hour at the office. We return to the hostel. What a f-ing day!

We are at the gate, Raunak wants to go somewhere. I don’t want to, nauseous. He compels, we leave. We have samosas, favourite. Back to the hostel, in front of the gate.

Raunak says, “CCD?”
I say, “No way.”
Raunak compels again. I say, “Have to return the bike.”
Raunak says, “Don’t we have to put petrol in the bike.”

I look at him, nod and smile. We leave for the petrol.

“10 rupees,” I say. “Minimum 20,” says the pump-boy. I shrug. Whatever!

Back to the hostel-gate. “Let’s go somewhere,” Raunak says. I am thinking. What should I think?

“Fine, Pizzeria?” I say.
“Great.” We leave again.

It’s Paras we find on the way, going back to the hostel. Force him to come with us. He agrees. Three on the Activa.

I have my wrist turned on the accelerator, throttling the engine. I have my legs in the air, spread like wings of an eagle. I have my mouth open, shrieking and shouting and singing – three things at the same time. Multi-tasking. I have my hair flowing in the wind as the Activa rushes at fifty kmph, three on its two tiny tyres. I have my ears full of noises, coming from Paras and Raunak, singing like a choir, the songs of The Beatles. The three of us have, pinned to ourselves, the pair of eyes of all the passer-by’s. Who cares?

Crazy driving, crazy singing and crazy friends.

We reach Open Hands Cafe, it starts raining. We forget about Pizzeria, rush into the cafe. I take a chocolate cake, Raunak a muffin and Paras, a quiche. It tastes like a mixture of Uttapam and Upma. The cake and the muffin, however, are yummy.

We receive calls, Nakul’s calling. Got to go. We get out.

Crazy friends, crazy singing, crazy rain and f-ing awesome driving. The streets are clogged with water, seems like a flash flood or something. Water is up to the knees, coming on to the foot-rest of Activa. The scooter is moving slowly, like stuck in a swamp, spilling water all over, like a fountain. We are still singing, and cursing, and loving every moment of it.

What would you think if I sang out a tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.

Oh! I’ll get by with a lil help from my friends.
Hmm..I’ll get high with a lil help from my friends.
Yeah…Gonna try with a lil help from my friends.

Paras says, “Do you need anybody?”
I say,” I just need someone to love.”

We laugh, we shout, and we drive. We drive so that we don’t get stuck. We drive so that we may spill all that water and laugh when the fountain wets someone. We drive because we are loving every moment of it.

We are wet, very wet (With water, I mean). We are soaking wet. Even our underwear gets wet. We are like the bread in the soup, every inch is damp. F-ing disgusting (in one way) and f-ing awesome(in another way).

We leave Paras at the gate of his coaching. He asks to get his wallet from beneath the seat. I throttle the accelerator.

We runaway. Raunak gets hysterical, I am highly amused. Paras stands on the road-side, dripping wet, with no money, no mobile and a class to attend.

We come back to the hostel laughing, enjoying and, of course, singing. We talk some more, in front of the hostel gate.

“Wanna go someplace else?” Raunak asks.
I look at him, flabbergasted, “F-you. Dude, Nakul will kill me.”

He laughs. We talk some more. Finally we go in, talking about the most-awesomest (I know it’s wrong English) time we have ever spent together. Sorry, the three of us did together.

I figure that I love this place. I love being a dual degree. I love this hostel and I love this city. I love the BC we do here. I love the amazing time we spend here. I love my companions, and I am going to miss them, a lot. Now, with a lot of courage I have to admit something.

So, this post, is dedicated to all those who are passing out this year. Don’t worry, I have faith in you. YOU WILL PASS.

Tata Steel proposes to set up a ferroalloys plant and a bar mill in the Gopalpur SEZ coming up in Orissa.

The company is likely to utilise 3,200 acre of land of the Gopalpur SEZ and proposes to set up a 50,000 tpa ferroalloys plant (costing About Rs 250 crore) and 40,000 tpa bar mill (Rs 750 crore) there. The projects are estimated to cost about Rs 1,000 crore.

Naveen Patnaik, Chief Minister of Orissa, is likely to lay the foundation stone of the projects on 20 August 2010.

Siemens VAI Metals Technologies has bagged an order from SAIL for its Rourkela Steel plant in Orissa.

The order worth Euro 10 million (approx Rs 60 crore) is for supply of a RH vacuum degassing plant to the Rourkela Steel plant. The new plant is likely to allow high-quality steel grades up to cold-rolled non-oriented types to be produced. The plant is slated to go on stream in June 2012.

Under the agreement, Siemens will design, configure, construct, as well as supervise installation of the RH plant and the associated auxiliary installations.