This is a very nice article trying to explain...what do we have to be proud of

Excerpt.....

...Knowledge is like a current coin. A man has some right of possessing it, if he has worked for the gold of it, assayed (test, fineness of metal) it, and stamped it, so that it may be received by all men as true; or earned fairly, being already assayed: but if he has done none of these things, but only has it thrown in his face by a passer-by, what cause has he to be proud? And though, in this mendicant fashion, he had heaped together the wealth of crore, would pride any more, for this reason, become him, as in some sort it becomes the man who has worked hard for his fortune, how-ever small? So, if a man tells me the sum is larger than the earth, have I any cause for pride in knowing it? Or, if any multitude of men tell me any number of things, heaping all their wealth of knowledge upon me, have I any reason to feel proud under the heap? And is not any knowledge, of which we boast in these days, cast upon us in this dishonorable way; worked for by other men, proved by them and then forced upon us even against our wills and beaten into us in our youth, before we even have the wit to know if it is good or not. Be assured, there is no part of the furniture of man’s mind which he has hewn and fashioned for himself.

Ankur Mathur

Asstt. Professor

Electrical Deptt.

To read the full article read Ninad 2007 edition.

Deserve to Desire

'Poem of the Week'

This poem is the Blogger's poem of the week...I couldn't assign a suitable title to it ....let's see if you can.......


How coolly it has broken you,
trying to mask the knowing
wit behind your eyes—

every smile, brilliant
against your gleaming
black skin, is defiance.

You stammer, push out
words; tell your story;
slap your knees to show

where your stroke frozen
body would crawl
across the concrete

to reach the yard,
with the gawking
on-lookers. You laugh

“Man must live.
Man must live.”
How casually broken.

Tall lanky man,
hands clawed, yams
dangling, and the sweet

club mans charm
in your grin, still all those
women slain by your art.

You stretch out your legs,
tell your story slow,
persistent as the crawl

you made towards sunlight,
the way you pulled
your body upright,

the way you made tender
the toughness of hard men
who would soon wash you,

feed you with oily fingers
full of mashed ackee
and tomatoes, who have

held you against
the night, men, tough
as teeth, hard men.

"Man must live.
Man must live."
The virus stalks

through your blood,
manages to tickle,
make you laugh

at a new sunny day--
and yours is the posture
of survival.

Deserve to Desire

To Love a Woman

To Love a Woman.......

A very romantic kind of a song which ignites the feelings of love in anyone who reads it. I wanted this song to be here cause a its a very beautifully sung song and lets you understand the very chemistry between a man and woman who are in LOVE with each other.

'Love' an impeccable human emotion

Excerpt......

‘Love’ ….god’s tool of manipulating the nature or in descent words influencing it. The ultimate binding force between the two stanchions MEN and WOMEN.

I don’t know what it is but she drives me crazy

I don’t know what she does but she drives me wild.

Only she can let me be the man that I want to be

Or she can leave me helpless as a child.

Yes she makes me wild. She makes me cross boundaries without going across. Its her presence that makes me myself. It is she who gives me a meaning, a different identity. Whether I have the maturity to understand her meaning to me or not but she has the understanding of my soul.

I don’t know what it is but she has the power

She can make me laugh when I want to cry

She tells me that I m in control but I know it’s just a lie

Will she love you tomorrow like she loves you today?

She can keep your heart guessing but she’s yours if she stays.

That’s what it feels like, to love a woman.............

Dhiraj Hundlani
III yr CSE

To read the full article read Ninad--The Conch Blow of JECRC(2007 Edition). Do comment on this post to appreciate the effort of the writer.

Deserve to Desire

The Orphan Child

The Orphan Child.....

A very Nice article printed in last year's College Magazine(2007 Edition). This article tries to the intimate writers experience in an orphanage where she understands the feelings of being deprived from parental love and affection. This takes her to the thoughts of similar solitude experienced by many old age parents when they are admitted in Old Age Homes by their diligent siblings.
Quite a touchy article.......

Excerpt....

.....All through the conversation she kept being reminiscent of the times spent with her mother, how after all the difficulties her mother had still not given up on her and all her love and care. She knew that she was demanding something out of her scope of fulfillment yet she kept on telling me how she wanted to help her mother, look after her, as now she was a big girl.

The love and respect that she had for her mother, made me feel numb. I sat there holding her hand, she did not shed a single tear yet I was on the verge of doing so. I was choked with emotions. The responsibility that this little girl felt for her parents was not anything I see in my daily life, among the so called metropolitan dwellers, who have forgotten to even respect their parents. This girl was keen to even move out of the orphanage and make a living by herself and begin a search for her lost mother.

The people at the orphanage tell her that her mother died of illness, yet the little girl tells me that somewhere deep within she hears a voice calling out to her for help, she knows that it is time for repayment of all that her mother had done for her, although she may never be able to return what mothers do for their children yet she insists on doing her karma as the only child of her parents. I was as still as a stone throughout the conversation, from start to finish I kept holding her very tightly, and kept wondering if there was anything I could do for the innocent little soul.......

Akkta Panwar

III yr ECE.

To read the full article read Ninad--The Conch Blow of JECRC(2007 Edition). Do comment on this post to appreciate the effort of the writer.

Ninad -- The Conch Blow of Jecrc

We may have colors, but we must have the canvas to house those colors.
We may have tools , but we must have the job to work those tools on.
and
We may have words, but we must have the notebook to write those.

Yes my dear friends......Ninad -- The Conch Blow of JECRC provides all these and many other things to express every student of it so that he can express whatever he wants and in whichever manner he wants.
The annual Magazine allows an artistic glimpse of the year to which it is dedicated to. It allows a espy of what all the students did and how they performed.

It provides a platform to showcase the literary talent latent in the engineering students who are believed to be composed of formulas, circuits and computer programs only. The Magazine showcases the garden of words and the sea of emotions which flow in the minds of tech savy students.

And here's a fully fledged digital form of the Magazine...to broadened its reach to the students. Its an electronic media to allow students and the readers of the Magazine to broadened their access to the world of words.

This blog is completely dedicated to magazine and to the students who want to express their views and feel a dearth of opportunity when it comes to conveying there message to the college or anyone related to it.

So my dear friends let your fingers dance on the keyboard. Let your mind horses run with lightning speed and fill this electronic page with the words of your choice...with the words of your heart......with words of your expressions!!!!!!