UNWIPED TEARS

Saavitri…Saavitri….Saavitri..!

It was a clear Sunday dawn when the sound travelled across the labyrinth lanes of Kushaal Puri. Kushaal Puri was an unauthorized settlement of proletarian class from Orissa in Bhopal. Shiv Shambhu Das was screaming his elder daughter’s name as he was in severe need of medical attention. He was a drunkard and the only earning member of the family of four till 3 days ago. But now he was on bed rest as the alcohol which he used to drink, had drunk all the bile juice which is secreted in lever. In simple words, “his lever was completely destroyed by the drink”.

Within a month, the two teenage daughters- Saavitri and Kusum had to drop their schools so as to take their father’s care. Shambhu’s wife had to take responsibility of earning money and for that she started working as a maid. Days passed and the expenses on medicine kept on increasing with a rapid rate whereas Shambhu’s condition kept on deteriorating. One day he died all of a sudden when he fell from the stair-case.

Time stood still and the in-grief wife- Ramaa, had to take monetary help from her neighbour for her husband’s final proceedings. Few days passed, the tears were wiped off but the eyes were drooping still and the heart was still weeping.

Now the whole responsibility of family was on widow’s shoulders. Saavitri in order to help her mother started working in a near-by tailor’s shop and took a firm decision to let Kusum continue with her studies.

But…before conditions could turn normal again, Kusum met with a road accident on her way back home from school. The ruthless neighbour asked to repay her money with interest, meanwhile Kusum was taken to a nearby Govt. hospital where she was declared dead.

Sorrows struck the family again…

Doctors after examining the dead body and analyzing the family’s condition suggested Ramaa to donate Kusum’s body to medical college for which she will be paid by the Govt. Mother broke into tears and the answer was a ‘NO’ straight away.

Ruthless neighbour asked again, doctors kept on suggesting for the same and the answer was a sorrowful ‘YES’ this time. Kusum’s soul was departed and the body was donated. All except the two ladies were happy i.e. neighbour, doctors and the medical students who got a new body to dissect.

Ramaa with her only daughter left reached their home with swollen eyes, heavy heart and broken dreams to see Kusum as an engineer.

Looking at the penurious condition of the family, Saavitri stood up all of a sudden and ran through the lanes of Kushaal Puri to reach the doctor and asked with a heavy voice, “Sir, can I get back the clothes which my sister is wearing..??”

Acknowledgement to 1st issue of "Prodyogiki"

` ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

As we all know, this is the 1st issue of “PRODYOGIKI”. This magazine is for the students , of the students and by the students. This is an attempt to improve the interaction between students and teachers of production department. This will surely help students to explore the creativity within themselves.

On this issue , firstly I want to thank Hon. HOD R.N. Patil sir , Chairman of PESA for supporting us to take this initiative. My sincere thanks to Mr. S.S. Chavan , Staff Co-ordinatorwho stood by us in all the problems faced till launch of the magazine.I also want to thank all the teachers for co-operating with us and providing us their valuable factual inputs about the department.

I also want to thank all the students for showing their keen interest. Especially, I want to thank Manish who helped in clicking and collecting the photographs included in this issue. I also want to thank Palash , Shashank and Rachit who took especial efforts to learn coral draw and designing PRODYOGIKI from top to bottom .

A very special thanks to the “editorial board” who took all the efforts and worked round the clock to make this magazine a success.

A hearty thanks to the most co-operative non-teaching staff of the

college.

Special thanks to Arnav Chaudhary , a friend from comp. science dept. who helped PRODYOGIKI to reach this level of elegancy.

Lastly , I request the upcoming batches to work smartly and show

active participation in extra – curricular activities . I sign off with a

hope to see a better “PRODYOGIKI” in the coming years .

Abhimanyu Sharma

(On behalf of editorial board)

magazine was released on - 30/04/2010

standing out

STANDING OUT

A tribute to all my friends who are converted from "Bachelors of Engineering" to "Bachelors of Technology" in BVDUCOE , Pune.

Semester exams are over, Sem-break is enjoyed and new semester has started with full enthusiasm in the students. A month past minds are struck with a ferocious thought of result.

Rumours about the date of declaration of result are spread all over the campus.

One day all of a sudden, a teacher enters the class room with sealed envelope to distribute the much awaited result among the students. But only a few luckier students get the result while others have to leave the room with a sad expression on the canvas of their face. Who are these students???!!

The answer is – they are those “Pillars of success” (Failures) who have got 1 or more year back. No doubt they are very well accepted by the students of regular batch and by the college too but in every six months (at the time of result) they are reminded of their failure.

Every day they come to college with a similar hope as they had the preceding day but they get

there performance card after a few more restless days.

I question -:

* Why they do not get the result on time?

* Why they have to face those extra restless days when they also give the exams with those who get it on time?

* Why they have to still “stand out” when they have mingled well with their new colleagues ????