with your blessings

we begin...

Pt. Madan Mohan Malaviya

Act in all matters as a gentleman.
Let your work be honest and efficient.
Be courteous and considerate towards those
With whom you have to work.
Uphold the honour of your Alma Mater
and your Motherland.
May God bless you!
 Watch For

This Goonj,
Making of an ITian...1
Tap 2 Touch...3
The Karate Kid...7
WARNING!!!...24
Message from us...26
Go Through
IT ke sitaare...2
The other side of the Prof...4
Soni Bravo...7
Jukebox...12
Macarena...12
Saturday Night...13
Pagdandi...14
Hollow fame...15 & 19

Nishabd
...10, 11 & 18
Satire
Badlaav...5
Raak Ishtaar...7
Read
Peshwa Baji Rao...8
Finally...17
A Page from the Diary...20
Think
Umang...2
Junoon...2
Out of the Trance...2
Insignificance...10
The Comedian...16
Laadli...16
Wo shaam...16
Finally...22
Things that could have been...22
Making of an ITian
Picture this - a small musty room with the most basic requirements of living. A table
facing the window and a chair along with it, a huge chart with the periodic table on
it stuck on the side wall, a bed in one corner and a rack with piles of books, sample
test papers and correspondence course material. Surely most of us relate to this
as the phase of JEE preparation.
And...CONGRATULATIONS! The hard work is done, the JEE is cracked and we
set foot in the new world – IT BHU. Our home for the next four years.
Semester one starts and we are busy exploring the new vistas of the college -
faking smiles at seniors to make the so called "impression" and extracting details
out of them about the life here. Attending classes with full pep and getting
introduced to the proxy system though not practising it in the first few days; getting
into all the possible college activities and quenching our creative instincts which
had taken a backseat the year before.
CTs come and go - our sincerity reaps good results – but gradually the
priorities change but the spirit of competition never dies. There are people
competing for the best bunker award in the branch and proxies in the class of most
strict teachers.
Then comes the PC and the world changes forever. Another phase of
competition starts with increasing the number on the ORKUT friend list and the G-
mail chat. Learning and inventing new chat lingos which reaches the extent of
people writing "u" instead of "you" even in formal conversations. Getting
introduced to DC and watching endless number of movies and revising the good
ones. After getting acquainted with hostel mates; people choose for each other
suitable nicks - more disgusting the name is, the better it is; forming their gaming
clans and practising day and night to win CS tourneys. During the times of
boredom people would find every possible way to adventurously kill time -
spending nights on the ghats and exploring the places around Varanasi.
Away from all this there is a different set of people who have better things
to do i.e. look out for soul mates. And couples competing for the "longest
commitment" and "the maximum number of commitment" awards. After all the
fooling around students are struck with the realisation of the end semesters
banging at the doors. All possible sources of getting the best notes are explored
and the Xerox shops at HG are left with no time to spare. After a few days of hell,
the king sized life is kick started again.
And four years slip away complaining and still learning to survive in the
most adverse conditions possible. We finally pack our bags towards another
unknown journey carrying the tag of our alma mater.

Shriti Raj
3rd Compu

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 Out Of The Trance Gcebie
Under the twinkling, flickering sky of January, lost in the wild DeeBKeeW ceW meheves Deiej legce jKeles nes
and carefree dance with the deafening thumping sound of lees Meefòeâ Yeer Kego ceW heeDeesies,
the DJ around me I was able to finally solve the complex
leceVee nes ceve ceW Deiej
equation churning my brains since last winter and to my
surprise the SOLUTION turned out VERY SIMPLE. Initially Deewj efJeÕeeme nes Kegohej
I was the dependent variable(y) and he the independent lees leejs Yeer legce leesÌ[ ueeDeesies~
one(x) and both present in all possible complicated pees legce Ûeenles nes Kego mes
combinations on the L.H.S, no iterations were fruitful as Jees ogefveÙee keâes keâj efoKeeDeesies
they were all resulting in IMAGINARY ROOTS. When I was Ùeefo peerlevee Ûeenles nes peerJeve ceW
pushed unintentionally in the dancing crowd by someone, it
was crystal clear, if I become the independent variable
lees nej keâYeer ve heeDeesies,
assuming him to be the dependent one then I will have a TBÛeer nesleer nQ peye DeeMeeSb
simple equation with 2 REAL ROOTS and with me on L.H.S meÛe nesles nQ leYeer meheves,
and he with all combinations with himself on R.H.S. I ceve ceW nes Ùeefo Gcebie
sprinted to the food stall where he was chewing like a camel lees meHeâueleeSB nesleer nQ Deheveer~
(gross). He waved at me and I told him that, as you depend efpevoieer mes pees legce Ûeenesies
on me not me on you so it implies that we are separate
REAL IDENTITIES and so we should even live like that. Jees ner legce heeDeesies,
hej Deye Ùes legce hej nw
legce Deye ,
Mitali Shekhawat keäÙee keâjvee Ûeenesies~
IIIrd Biochemical
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pegvetve
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kegâÚ Ssmee pegvetve nw cesjs uent-Ss-yeove ceW...
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vee keâj mekesâ keâesF& Hewâmeuee cesjer lekeâoerj keâe
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Skeâ Ssmeer ueew peueleer nw cesjs efpeiej ceW~
IT ke Sitaare
“Jahaan andhera hi andhera ho,wahan prakash ki ek kiran me jeevan
nazar aane lagta hai”
After a long time, companies are not hunting for us but it's us who are
wandering in search of them. But the silver lining is visible now.
Anand Goyal, Amit Singh Yadav, Varun Aggarwal, Saurabh Srivastava and
Suvadeep Basu have managed to grab jobs in Mentor Graphics (a dream
company for every electronics engineer). N-Vidia has picked up Upasana
Dixit and Shashank Vajpayee (both electronics). Akshay Rastogi (chemical
engineering) has been recruited by HUL. Ms.Saloni Arya (CS) has made it
into Net Apps. Maneesh Bhatt,Anand Goel,Amit Singh Yadav,Saurabh
Srivastava, Praharsh Sharma Suvradipta Basu will enjoy life as NAPAs in
Goldman Sachs.
The list will keep on extending as more companies come.
Fingers crossed.

-oeefveMe ]Keeve
ÛelegLe& Je<e&, OeelegkeâerÙe DeefYeÙeebef$ekeâer efJeYeeie
Vaibhav Sharma
3rd Trical

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 Tap 2 Touch
Multi-touch consists of a touch screen (screen, overlay, table, wall, etc.) or touchpad, as well as software that recognizes multiple
simultaneous touch points, as opposed to the single touch screen (e.g. computer touchpad, ATM), which recognizes only one
touch point.
Tap to Touch at IT-BHU is one of the first few multi-touch screens developed in India and the credit goes to Ashish Kr Rai and
Anshul Agarwal, graduates of the Electronics Department (2009).
Goonj takes a look into their accomplishment. It caught up with Ashish (AKR) over the telephone. Excerpts:

Goonj: How significant has this been for you?

AKR: Ahem…My life has just started but I can say that this experience changed my point of view about
engineering.

Goonj: What set off the project?

AKR: The idea just sprung up during one of those pointless DC sessions when I came across an interesting video
of Microsoft Surface and from then on I wanted to implement it myself

Goonj: The beginning - that must have been really tough. How did you get started?
AKR: After the ardent urge to do it, the first step was applying for GSOC (Google Summer of Code) and getting
an opportunity to build a simulator for multi-touch surfaces and then began the race - building the
simulator QMTSim - an advanced C++ based graphical multi-touch simulator for TUIO protocol during
the internship. And then we began with the hardware.

Goonj: How encouraging was the environment during the journey from the idea till the product???
AKR: (A smile). I had to face various difficulties in getting resources – Acrylic, proper IR LEDs etc but the
institute was very helpful as the Director extended help from IT- Development Fund and funds were also
given by the managers of the college fest Magnum Opus. I also had the support of Dr Dheerendra Pal and
Milind Gupta who helped in procuring lasers and its transportation to our workshop. And I want to
mention that these difficulties made the entire tenure more fun.

Goonj: And the accolades you have received?

AKR: It started from BHU itself when it was presented in Anveshan – the BHU science fest, and gradually
progressed till we reached the National Level.
After this I wanted it to be recognised in Magnum Opus 2009. We were successful but only after receiving
a lot of help from the Electronics Department – especially Dr P K Mukherjee. Further with the help of Dr.
P.K. Mishra of the Chemical Department, we thought of launching it commercially. And the thought was
fruitful as we qualified the through the first level of TEPP for Rs 75000.

Goonj: What do you think about the future prospects of this technology?
AKR: Touch screens have a vast market potential and new ways are coming up day and night in which the
technology can be utilized, as people want more from their machine and want to interact with it in an
easier, more intuitive and more humane way. It can be put to use in education systems, medical aid- surgery
tables, simulations, games and even in various design processes and systems.

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 Goonj: A message for the juniors who look up to you as a role model…
AKR: The Project has been submitted over to the Electronics Department. So people enthusiastic enough should
carry forward the initiative - improve it and utilize the help extended by TEPP to customize it for various sectors like
education, railways , labs , CAD deign tables etc.
Secondly, IT-BHU is a place of comprehensive development, so please take part in this fruitful and challenging work.
And, believe me there is always enough time. The faculty, the alumni and the administration are very helpful in this
regard. And I will also take this opportunity to thank all these persons for their wonderful support and guidance.

At last I would say, live your life to the fullest and in a creative manner because you are going to miss it a lot later.

The other side of the Prof

Lengthy assignments, tough class tests, never ending lectures, attendance & most
importantly grades-the apt description of Professors. But here is the contrarian
definition, the other side of our Professors ...

Prof. J P Tiwari from the Department of Electrical Dr. Pradeep Srivastava from the department of
Engineering has a keen interest in Hindustani Classical Biochemical engineering is a poet.
Music and plays the tabla. He has learnt Hindustani
music for more than 15 years. Prof. Tiwari has been a Penned down during his flight from Coimbatore to
disciple of Late Prof. K N Bhowmik (ex-professor and Varanasi on rough paper.
Head of the Department of Applied Mathematics).He
has a Prabhakar in his field from the Prayag Sangeet I have been traveling through the woods of my life,
Samiti. After joining IT BHU as a faculty he got himself With the green trees and shrubs beside
enrolled as a student of M.Mus in the Faculty of And with a cool breeze you came to put my whole life aside.
Performing Arts BHU and was a favorite there. He has
several concert performances to his credit in Varanasi Skeptical I was , yet I saw, I slowed and I stopped,
and other cities and has a huge fan following among our I gazed and amazed, I moaned,
faculty. I smelled, I felt, I touched
But your love, the truth,
”For me, playing the tabla is more of a hobby. It gives me It killed, It killed, It killed.
a lot of satisfaction. Playing tabla transports one to an
altogether different world (for that matter any musical Today, the sun is dawned,
instrument does that). I would advice all students to The moon shine is hidden,
cultivate such hobbies. They are as important as The thick stars have blown,
academics.” And the sheen of love, my love
Is torn and torn and torn.

Come my friend, Come my love,

Come my Jaan, If you ever can,
Hold my hand, in your hand,
And see, at last, the glooming love
Is never swarmed and bloom again

Dr.Pradeep Srivastava

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THE Karate Kid
One fine breezy evening, when the Goonj team was sitting
atop IMC having a brainstorming session, I was distracted by
squeaky noises. Few minutes of searching and my eyes rested
upon a cohort of boys kicking air in gymkhana. At first I couldn't
believe my eyes! Boys were standing in combat stance,
swinging their legs wildly (later I realized this is supposed to be
the roundhouse kick!). And in intervals I could faintly discern a
“haiyaaaa” coming from the students. At the back of the
formation, several Kung-Fu Panda lookalikes were
enthusiastically jumping with every shout.
This deserved further investigation. I met with Mayank Singh,
student in Mining 4th Yr and captain of the Martial Arts Club. A
yellow belt in Karate and versed in Taekwondo, he had felt the
time was ripe for a Martial Arts Club in the college. The
Gymkhana President and College Director gave their go-
ahead, and so the Karate and Taekwondo sessions are now
being held daily in the Gymkhana from 6-7 am and 5-6 pm.
This fledgling club has already attracted a huge following
among first years. A martial arts coach would be available
within a few weeks. The goal is to get our club registered with
the Varanasi Taekwondo Association and conduct a
tournament by the end of this year. For all we know, very soon
we will have students roaming around wearing white judogis
and coloured belts.
Aviral Srivastava
2nd Mech
Soni Bravo
This is an unusual story about an unusual punk, who is
known for his flirt among the gossip mongers. The lifeline
for the students of ITBHU, marudhar , runs not only
through UP and Rajasthan wheels but
runs through the heart of the campus. It is about a banda
jise pyaar se SONI BRAVO kehte hain but still denies to
be one (Modest). So this SONI BRAVO, of ours was
once going to his mumma. He was sitting with two of his
friends in his compartment and there was a bandi and his
luck, she was coincidently from Jaipur and was studying
in BHU .So SONI was as usual boasting (u have it , u
flaunt it) and gathering kudos. Suddenly he saw the girl
and then started the ultimate story of
flirting.if girls are not around you, you can do a lot of
creative work, was the punch line of his odyssey. Bas
bandi turned around and was unknowingly now in the
gauntlet of SB. Also SB started to captivate the girl with
his unusual sense of humor. Hansi to fansi. The stuff
which was to for his friends was now for his NEW
FRIEND. Everything changed in a jiffy, phone numbers
were exchanged and
addresses were told and in a snap a hindi movie show
was on with SB doing all the chivalries he could to please
the bandi. But this was not limited 2 marudhar, it went
long to Jaipur and then even back to VNS. The eventuate
result was as of any JONNY BRAVO cartoon series, it
was again SB whose heart was shattered to pieces and
then the bandi left and SB was left with his Tanhaai.
Mitali Shekhawat
3rd Biochem

RAAK ISHTAAR
If there's one sure shot ticket into the “happening” crowd in this college- it is the rock music fan club. It's an art in itself -
be it head banging to the screams of Megadeth or air-guitaring “Smoke On the Water”; once you begin worshipping the
Gods of Rock, you have arrived on the scene!
So what if you have no clue what you're listening to is music or just noise, who cares if the lyrics go over your head,
everyone's into rock and metal so there must be something about it, right? Sadly most of these (so-called) rock
aficionados think anything with electric guitar is rock.
There are so many current artists that are completely unheard of in our college- KT Tunstall, Sheryl Crow, David
Archuleta, Leona Lewis, Alanis Morissette and Butterfly Boucher to name a few. Guess they are just not cool enough
to make the grade.
Don't grab my throat - I hold no grudge against punk/metal/grunge but against the stud guys who feel guitars are girl
magnets, and wannabes whose renditions of 'Summer of '69' would make anyone cringe, and me-toos whose sole job
is to twist the lyrics of angry songs and apply them to their own screwed-up lives.
Any true rock fan receives all other genres of music positively. It is the wannabes who do not. They have heard Linkin
Park, a few Green Day songs and carry on with their admiration (now secret!) of the staple Hindi hits. If you happen to
be a guy who likes N' Sync you are a wimp. Backstreet Boys? “Chooo Chweeet”.
Guys, grow up. There is nothing to be ashamed of in liking the music of the Britney Spears (*evil snigger*. Coz actually
there is.). Carry on with the Pussycat Dolls and Enrique Iglesias! And let us keep on rocking to the Indian rendition of
'Braajeel' by Vengaboys. Cock a snook at you pseudo 'rock' lovers! At least we are honest about our choices.

-Aviral Srivastava
2nd Mech

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ceeB iJeeefueÙej vejsMe keâes DeeJeepe ueieevee, ceQ DeYeer keâcejs ceW peekeâj hee" Ùeeo keâjves pee jne ntB~ keâue Ùeefo hešJeOe&ve Ûeewyes peer keâes Ùeeo
keâjkesâ veneR megveeÙee lees keânWies,
``cetKe& ÛesKeJe, neBLe Deeles lees keâjes peje~ legcnejer nLesefueÙeeW Deewj nceejer yeWle keâer mebiele keâer peeS lees osKees kewâmes efyevee leyeues kesâ keânjJee kesâ
yeesue efvekeâue Deeles nQ~’’
hegveŠ Jener nBmeer Deewj nBmeer keâe heerÚe keâjles hebpeeW hej Yeeieles ngS ÛesKeJe Deheves keâcejs ceW Ûeuee ieÙee Deewj JeneB kegâÚ keâeuheefvekeâ ieñeW keâes
HeâeBo keâj yeÛeles-yeÛeeles Deheveer Keeš hej ketâo ieÙee~
Skeâ ienjer meeBme ueer, Deeoleve veeKetve mes leerve yeej veekeâ KegjÛeer Deewj mketâue yewie mes Ûeej heVes efvekeâeue keâj kegâÚ ueeFves jšves ueiee~
ÛesKeJe MeerMes kesâ meeceves peelee, hesš hej neLe efHeâjelee, efYeKeeefjÙeeW kesâ mes Ûesnjs yeveelee Deewj efHeâj MeerMes ceW PeeBkeâ keâj Deheveer ueeFves jšves
ueielee~ Yetue peelee lees Deehe ner ieeue hej leceeÛee Deewj Ùeefo Ùeeo jn peelee lees Kego ner heer" hej MeeyeeMeer keâer Lehekeâer~
``Dejs Dees iJeeefueÙej vejsMe... veerÛes Dee... Keevee ueiee efoÙee nw~’’
``DeeÙee ceeB~’’
ÛesKeJe ves Peš mes heVes Deheves Peesues ceW megjef#ele jKes Deewj kegâÚ yeÌ[yeÌ[eles ngS veerÛes Dee ieÙee~
Úesšer ÛešeF& hej heeueLeer ceejer, pebIee hej hešJeOe&ve peer kesâ keânjJee kesâ yeesue pewmee ef$eleeue keâe "eWkeâe yepeeÙee Deewj keâÌ{er keâer keâšesjer kesâ
"erkeâ leerve Fbpe Thej Deheveer veekeâ ues peekeâj peesj mes meeBme KeeRÛeer, ceevees Deepe cegn mes veneR Deefheleg veekeâ mes Kee peeves keâe Fjeoe nes~
``ceeB... ceeB... ceQves keâne Lee vee efkeâ keâÌ{er Keóer yeveevee Deewj osKe Yeele Yeer kewâmee ÛeerceÌ[ nes jkeäKee nw~ ceQ veneR Keelee...~’’
``keâneB? osKetB lees... Dejs ceQves lees keâÛÛes Deece keâer HeâeBkesâ Yeer [eueer LeeR Deewj keânlee nw efkeâ Keóe veneR nw~ ÛegheÛeehe Keelee nw efkeâ veneR... "nj
JeneR... Deeleer ntB DeYeer~’’
ceeB kesâ Deeves mes henues ner ÛesKeJe Deheves keâcejs ceW pee Ûegkeâe Lee~
``kewâmee Depeerye ueÌ[keâe nw Ùes~ keâue oeshenj mes Depeerye-iejerye njkeâleW, keâYeer MeerMes kesâ meeceves Ûesnjs yeveelee nw, lees keâYeer cegDee pebieefueÙeeW
keâer lejn hesš hej neBLe efHeâjekeâj efÛeuueelee nw hesMeJee yeepeerjeJe...’’
``Keevee ueieJeelee nw Deewj efHeâj efyevee kegâÚ KeeBS Yeeie peelee nw~ keâYeer Úle hej jesefšÙeeB efceueleer nQ lees keâYeer Keeš kesâ veerÛes mes~’’
Deieuee efove... hešdJeOe&ve Ûeewyes peer keâe keäueeme...
Ûeewyes peer keâes Iesjs ceW efueS 7JeeR keâ#ee kesâ Úe$e yecegefMkeâue KeÌ[s Les~ yecegefMkeâue FmeefueS keäÙeeWefkeâ Glmeen kesâ Deeflejskeâ keâes keâeyet ceW jKeves kesâ
SJepe ceW Gvekesâ ketâuns ueieeleej ceškeâ jns Les Deewj Jees Deheves hebpeeW hej yeej-yeej GÚue-GÚue keâj Deheveer yeejer Deeves keâe Fblepeej keâj jns Les~ cee]peje
Ùes Lee efkeâ Ûeewyes peer hesMeJee yeepeerjeJe veecekeâ veeškeâ kesâ efueS ueeQ[eW keâe Deewef[Meve ues jns Les~
``ceQ ceuee"e hesleJee yeeoerueeJe Úulevele keâe heòee heòee Deheves efveieen ceW uekeäKetBiee Deewj cesueer veekeâ kesâ veerÛes LegueeHeâeles leueves keâer leesefMeMe
Yeer cele leuevee~’’
leesleues yeepeer jeJe keâer leesleueer efmebn iepe&vee megvekeâj Ûeewyes peer kesâ efueS Deheveer nBmeer keâes jeskeâ heevee Glevee ner cegefMkeâue Lee efpelevee keâer ope&ve
Yej iegefPeÙee Keeves kesâ yeeo Gvekesâ efueS Deheveer [keâej jeskeâ heevee neslee efHeâj Yeer lecyeeketâ jbies DeOejeW keâes keâesves mes nBmeer keâe cebo-cebo leej mehlekeâ efjueerpe
keâjkesâ yeesues...
``Deieuee Úe$e...’’
ueÌ[keâes keâe Glmeen osKeles ner yevelee Lee. meye Deheves-Deheves ceve keâe hee$e Ûegve keâj Gmekeâer nt-ye-nt vekeâue keâjves keâer keâesefMeMe keâj jns Les~

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 Deheveer yeejer Deeves hej ÛesKeJe Yeer Deeies yeÌ{e... Deeoleve ienjer meeBme... leerve yeej veekeâ Kegpeevee Deewj efHeâj...
``hesMeJee yeepeer jeJe meenye Deehekeâe keâece efmejHeâ meulevele ceW iegveen jeskeâvee veneR nw~ leerve efoveeW mes efpeve nuekeâ kesâ jemles DeVe keâe Skeâ
efveJeeuee Yeer veneR ieÙee Gvekeâer megOe Deehekeâes DeeSieer Yeer Ùee veneR? Deehe keäÙee peeves efkeâ peye neBLe Deewj neW" kesâ yeerÛe mes efveJeeuee Úerve efueÙee peelee nw
lees keäÙee yeerleleer nw?’’
``Dejs lespe yeesuees cetKe&! Deeef[šesefjÙece ceW legcnejer DeeJeepe peye henueer hebefòeâ lekeâ Yeer vee hengBÛesieer lees efHeâj yesFppeleer lees nesieer hešJeOe&ve
Ûeewyes peer keâer... Jees Yeer Yejs meYeeieej ceW~’’
``hej ieg® peer Jees yeele Ùes nw efkeâ...’’
``ceQves leerve efove mes kegâÚ KeeÙee ner veneR... leeefkeâ...’’
``ieefCele keâce mecePeeDees ieewjwÙee... Keevee legcnW Yejhesš efceuee nw, veneR efceuee nw lees Gme osneleer keâes mecePes...’’
``ceQves ÛegheÛeehe Keevee veneR KeeÙee ieg®peer.... efpememes efkeâ ceQ...’’
``Dejs Ûeesue Yeer peer... Deieuee’’
ÛesKeJe keâes yengle iegmmee DeeÙee~

[^eces kesâ meYeer hee$e Ûegve efueS ieS~

ÛesKeJe IebšeW meÌ[keâ hej šnuelee jne~ ›eâesOe, Ghes#ee, kegbâ"e Deewj ogŠKe keâe meefcceefßele YeeJe Ûesnjs efueS keâYeer FËš kesâ šgkeâÌ[eW kesâ ueele mes
ceejlee lees keâYeer nBeLe mes G"ekeâj KebYeeW hej ceejlee~
efHeâj Lekeâ keâj efkeâveejs yew" ieÙee~ DeÛeevekeâ Gmekeâer vepej Skeâ efYeKeejve hej Deškeâ ieF&, pees DeeOeer jesšer kesâ efueS štBie jner Leer~
ueÌ[kesâ kesâ efoceeie ceW helee veneR keäÙee DeeÙee... heeieueheve Lee DeLeJee Kegceej... Ùee efHeâj kegBâ"e... "erkeâ-"erkeâ helee veneR...~
ÛesKeJe G"e Deewj yegMkeâš& keâer yešveW Keesue keâj Gmes Peesues ceW [euee... yeeue efyeKesjs... Ûesnjs hej cegªer Yej Oetj uehesšer... Deewj Deieues ner
#eCe Gme yegefÌ{Ùee kesâ heeme pee hengBÛee...~
yeesuee... ``hesMeJee yeepeer jeJe meenye Deehekeâe keâece efmejHeâ meulevele ceW iegveen jeskeâvee veneR nw~ leerve efoveeW mes efpeve nuekeâ kesâ jemles DeVe keâe
Skeâ efveJeeuee Yeer veneR ieÙee Gvekeâer megOe Deehekeâes DeeSieer Yeer Ùee veneR? Deehe keäÙee peeves efkeâ peye neLe Deewj neW" kesâ yeerÛe mes efveJeeuee Úerve efueÙee
peelee nw lees keäÙee yeerleleer nw?’’
yegefÌ{Ùee Gmes Skeâ škeâ Ietjleer jner... efve®òej...
ÛesKeJe hegve: yeesuee... ``hesMeJee yeepeer jeJe meenye Deehekeâe keâece efmejHeâ meulevele ceW iegveen jeskeâvee veneR nw~ leerve efoveeW mes efpeve nuekeâ kesâ
jemles DeVe keâe Skeâ efveJeeuee Yeer veneR ieÙee Gvekeâer megOe Deehekeâes DeeSieer Yeer Ùee veneR? Deehe keäÙee peeves efkeâ peye neLe Deewj neW" kesâ yeerÛe mes efveJeeuee
Úerve efueÙee peelee nw lees keäÙee yeerleleer nw?’’
``Dejs Dees hesMeJee yeepeerjeJe...’’
yegefÌ{Ùee keâes kegâÚ mecePe ceW lees veneR DeeÙee uesefkeâve cecelee kesâ JeMeerYetle Gmeves Deheveer DeeOeer jesšer ÛesKeJe keâes Oecee oer~ ÛesKeJe cegmkegâjeÙee...
Gmeer efÛej heefjefÛele Devoepe ceW... Jewmeer ner hee"Meeuee kesâ Iebšs keâer DeeJeepe... uesefkeâve Fme yeej keâ#ee Kelce nesves keâer veneR Deefheleg ceOÙeevlej DeLeJee
Úgóer keâer uebyeer Iebšer...’’
Gmes ueiee efkeâ veeškeâ ceW jesue kesâ efueS Gmes Ûegvee pee Ûegkeâe Lee...’’

-efveefKeue meÛeeve
Je<e& 2009
Fueskeäš^eefvekeâer DeefYeÙeebef$ekeâer efJeYeeie

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 Ramandeep Mandia
3rd meta

INSIGNIFICANCE
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women mere players
Then why don't I find a role for myself?
I stand bemused at the crossroad
For lanes are many but my destination unknown...
Speculating the audacious display of power and brain
I keep shrinking into the absolute nothing I possess.
I,the ardent soldier, am left all bland,
A forgotten thought,a barren land.
I move slothfully with the tainted carn,
Derided,dejected and denounced I stand
Gleaning splinters of my own existential claim.

Upasana Dixit
4th Tronix

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 The Goonj HOLLOW FAME awards
Hey folks, after hundreds of mind juggling sessions and unparallel research the
team is proud to announce the first GOONJ HOLLOW FAME AWARDS

1. Award for the Best Jail. the nominations are:

? Guantanamo Bay – Though President uncle Obama closed it as he stepped in, but it will truly reside in our
hearts for all painful torturous memories.

? Tihar - After all Kiran Bedi's reforms it's so good that people actually enjoy a visit to their resort and
we had an impressive figure of Tihar graduates this year.

? Gandhi Smriti Mahila Chhatrawas - all IT girls for crimes they may do !! Why take a chance ?? ...lock'em
first !!

? Vishwakarma - popularly known as Kala Paani ki Jail by most 4th yearites residing in the far off remote
island .
And the honour is bestowed upon Jail cum old age home, “Vishwakarma” and its happy
resident, “our great grand daddies” serving last year of their sentence.

2. Award for most Romantic Hotspot. the nominations:

? Taj Mahal – Architecture of pure Love with pure white marbles.

? Madhuban - Humara pyar 'madhuban' where Krishna Raadhas, Gopa and Gopiyans romance over a cup of
coffee .

? IP mall - A mall is no more just a place where people go and shop and eat and watch movie but a place
where couples are made, twisted, broken and then made again.

? Front of the GSMC - Girl, Boy, Bike and a Tree for Free, and what else could you need!!
And the winner is ,'Front of GSMC'. People 'Goonj' is going green(so is the VC), thus we honour the tree .

GO-SIP the BO-TELL of IT

The Riders on the Storm were being chased by a Tata Sumo in the
campus for exceeding the speed limit. There were four of them:
two on an Apache and the others on a Bullet. The two bikes
separated and the Tata Sumo followed the incompetent Bullet and
lost them at IMS as one our rider found shelter at his friend's
room and the other brainy rider escaped (which was not free-he
paid ten bucks) by lying next to labourers on the ground,
pretending as one of them. The best part is that he took back the
money when he left. That's a scroogy, quick-witted ITian.

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 uee[ueer The Comedian
'You know how I feel these days'
uee[es mes heueer keâefueDeeW meer efKeueer He said to the Comedian
nesleer nw Ssmeer meyekeâer uee[ueer~ They sat on the cliff
And he wanted to jump off it
ceeB keâer ogueejer, cewÙÙee keâer hÙeejer
The comedian gave him consolation
heehee keâer DeeBKe keâe leeje uee[ueer~ 'There, there it'd be better'
ÛetefÌ[ÙeeW keâer Kevekeâ mes meyekeâes cegmkeâeve os peeleer nw, He took a pebble from his feet
and threw it over the edge
heeÙeue keâer Pevekeâ mes DeeBieve cenkeâeleer nw uee[ueer~
'I think I will stay here'
Deelee nw peye efJeoeF& keâe meceÙe He told the comedian again
DeeBKeeW ceW DeeBmet efueS meyekeâes Keuee peeleer nw uee[ueer~ 'Its safe although its dangerous'
hejeÙeeW keâes Dehevee keâj nj efjMlee efveYeeleer nw uee[ueer The comedian cracked a joke for him
Fleveer kegâyee&efveÙeeW kesâ yeeo Yeer 'You scare me sometimes, why?'
The comedian said he need not worry
keäÙeeW peuee oer peeleer nw uee[ueer ? There was nothing to be afraid of
Fleveer ceemetefceÙele kesâ yeeo Yeer He said he was mostly harmless
keäÙeeW Úerve efueÙee peelee nw Gmekeâe DeeBÛeue ? She called the comedian afar
He turned to listen to her
keäÙeeW ceej oer peeleer nw Gmekeâer Deelcee ? And accidentally knocked the other guy
keäÙee nw keâesF& peJeeye Fmekeâe keâer keäÙeeW And watched him fall over the cliff
Deye Yeer Jees oefjvles ef]Heâjles nQ meÌ[keâeW hej Keeueer 'Are you alright?' he asked
As his gaze followed him
Deewj keâneB Kees peeleer nw nceejer Jees uee[ueer ? The comedian thought of a punchline
'Oh well, no blood on my hands'
-peÙeefvlekeâe meesveer
le=leerÙe Je<e&, efJeÅegleerÙe DeefYeÙeebef$ekeâer efJeYeeie
Vaibhav Srivastava
Batch ‘09 Tronix

Meye-S-Jemue keäÙee ceg]Klemej nes ieÙeer

kesâ Deeles ner Deeles ner menj nes ieÙeer,
Jees Meece lesjs meeLe ef]pevoieer peVele nes ieÙeer,
Jees Meece lesjs meeLe pees meceme]Heâj nes ieÙeer,
efoue keâer keâMleer keâes efkeâveejs keâer ve]pej nes ieÙeer~

Jees Meece Leer, Ùee Skeâ ef]pevoieer nes ieÙeer,

pees lesjs meeLe meele pevceeW keâer yeboieer nes ieÙeer
Fme iejerye keâes yeme Flevee veJee]pe Ss ]Kegoe,
Jees efoueveMeeR cesjer ner ncemeHeâj nes~
Gmekesâ efyevee ef]pevoieer,
Skeâ Meece nes ieÙeer~

JewYeJe Mecee&
le=leerÙe Je<e&, efJeÅegleerÙe DeefYeÙeebef$ekeâer efJeYeeie

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 Finally
1. He turned his face to the cheering crowds outside his hotel balcony. Suddenly his smile shortened and his eyes became still.
There in the crowd, were two pairs of eyes gazing at him…

It was the last thing he had thought he could do. There at the edge of that hill, he looked down at the city- Jaipur - seemed to be
overflowing with energy. He could hear the city- the sound of car horns, the temple loudspeaker, and the evening Namaaz.
But louder than these were the thoughts in his mind. And louder still were those eyes.
I closed my eyes and the scenes of the past started playing like the scenes of a film. He knew he was special - he wondered
why they did not seem to believe this…None of them could think that I would make it so big someday.
So, I walked out. Left all those who had no belief in me. I had been right in allowing his ambitions to expand beyond that dull,
two bedrooms apartment; beyond the realms of a middle class living.
That day the superstar was in Jaipur. The crowds outside his balcony were shouting his name. The cheers became even
louder when he emerged. His eyes were taking a look of the crowd when suddenly…
…my vision got locked with somebody else's.
Something made me realize I was in my hometown. There, amidst the crowd was my mother. And my father. She looked
weak. Their eyes were fixed on their son's face - two pairs of motionless, pacifically screeching balls. Neither spoke but it was
as though the noise could never be more painful and then, the world turned silent.
His heart thudded and he turned around.

2. The car stopped, giving me a jolt. 'Will life give me a second chance?' The echo of this fact struck him even harder.
He wanted to cry. Cry out loud. He wanted to shout. Where had he been these past three years?
I was satisfied- He said to himself.
Maybe I was not.
And I broke down - heart aching tremendously.
The sedan stopped at a small house. The broken fence led to a balcony illuminated by a large bulb. I tried the door. It was
open.
I need a second chance.
I need my second chance.
Somebody came in the room and froze at my sight.
'Ma, I'm tired.'
My moist eyes were beginning to distort my vision.
The woman stood frozen. She tried to speak but words failed her. I felt the same shiver, yet I managed to speak.
'Will you oil my hair?'
Ma collapsed on the sofa, the world swirling around her. There was so much she wanted to say but she simply could not
speak now. Her lips didn't move.
I was starting to feel a depression in my chest-that pain was comforting me so much.
And I cried.

I was home. Abhinav Pandey

3rd Trical

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 Nishabd

Himanshu Chordia
3rd Trical

Argyan
2nd Biomed
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 The Goonj HOLLOW FAME awards and the list continues
3. Award for the Best DC nicks.... the nominations are:
? 6packabs – after SRK did for OSO, Amir for Ghajhni now IT guys run after it in hope of better DC speed

? who_am_I - Who are you?? What are you doing here?? What is your purpose in life?? What is life?? What
?? ?? Refer voice, art of living, Ramdev Guru Ji ke paawan charan rather than being on DC.
? Sylar – all IT guys inspired to be the 'komolika ... lika' of English 'K' version The 'Heroes'.

? say.na.something – . You have no spine, no guts, and no muscles come to think of it. You are ugly and thick-
headed empty, shallow, dead man inside. Huh, Said. Ab khush.
And the winner of one of the toughest and most prestigious category of this issue, is Sylar, after all we
all love “Kyunki Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi” and Ekta kapoor for all knowledge we gained about the fact that
“Death is just an illusion, soul never dies “.

4. Award for The Best Rumour. following are the nominations:

? Osama bin Laden is caught/killed/not caught – every now and then, hottest terrorist of the world releases
videos, confirming his existence that stirs fear of the people and every now and then CIA kills him that relives
people and brings long awaited peace in their life.
? Prof. PDF Died, - It's a full shot holiday, Prof. PDF died, you know, arrey that one, no proxy, no bunk waala.
Prof PDF has died 8 times till now, hopefully this will be fool and final for our dear Prof from “Great Cat”
generation ( stark resemblances of green eyes, black and white striped hair and whiskered moustaches )
? It's a holiday for sure , “Ravidas Jayanti”,do we love him so or do we just need a Garfield excuse to extend the
weekend.
? IIT conversion bill is passed – “Yaar iss baar to pakke se ho gaya hai, ab toh IIT ban hi gaya, better placement
hoga”. 10 years have passed and we hope and sigh for an "I", for a little change ..... though we know we have
been the same and will remain same.
And the award goes to “Prof. PDF died”, after all 'Guru Devo Bhava', and we love him teaching us and pray
for this rumour's long life so that it can fetch us a holiday every time.

5. Award for the Most discussed topic. the nominations are:

? Just another topic-studies, society, samaaj etc.

? “Abe relative hai ki absolute” – everyone knows and no one knows the truth, and everyone knows that it will
make no difference and no one knows that debate is useless.
? “Yaar ladkiya hostel mein time pass kaise karti hai” - “Ladkon ke sapne dekh ke”, if it is all, all IT guys want to
hear, we impress your ears, the ratio is 1 boy to 20 girls, so obviously girls are just day dreamer.
? “Mass bunk kab se hai” – Dates are soon a well known fact but still it is the 1st liner of every conversation after
all “All intelligent discussions start with dumbest beginnings”.
And the award goes to “Ladkiya hostel mein kya karti hai”. Reliable 'Goonj' sources have confirmed that government has
allocated a good amount of fund to BHU to solve this Mystery of all mysteries in futile hope to bring this unending conversation
to an end.

GO-SIP the BO-TELL of IT

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diary
Wednesday, October 3, 2007

I have never been a hero or a philosopher. Maybe if I had been one I would not have cried the
day I came to know that I had leukemia. Frankly, I was afraid of death then. I was beginning to
realize that all the things around me won't be there soon. It took me days to grow used to the
idea of my own death. Even today, I have no idea of how I came out of it. It is not that I am not
afraid of it anymore. It's just that death has become a habit. Death never looks like the boggling
or moving thing that it once appeared to me.
But this is not about me or my death. It's about the kid who used to work in my office canteen. I
remember I had detested him the first day I saw him, but that was before he had looked at me.
He had big eyes and I had grown quiet while speaking to my friend when he had looked with
them at me. I have no idea what connected me to this child but that day I thought a lot about
this boy. Sometimes I remembered that look of his and at other times I wondered about what this
boy's history was. I remember I was still thinking of him when I went to sleep that night. I wonder
why we never think of some people even when we meet them daily and why sometimes a single
glance can occupy our mind for so long.
Next day, in the canteen, I found myself looking at him every now and then. He was dark and
his hair was dry. The shirt he wore looked to have come to him as a philanthropic effort on the
part of its earlier owner who evidently was much bigger in size than him - it reached his knees
thereby ending any need of pants. Every time he looked at me I turned my eyes away. I wanted to
know more about him. So, when I was paying for my coffee I mentioned it to the owner of canteen
that it was not too kind of him to be employing a child for this job. It was taking away his future
from him. The reply was shocking. The boy had no future. He had AIDS and was not going to live
any longer than a few months now.
What had made me so much interested in this boy? I suppose I could sense death now and was
attracted to it. Could this be true? Could I have known that this boy was also dying just like I
was? I hoped not.
Days passed and often before entering canteen I wondered if he would still be there. When I
found him there I was relieved. I wondered whether this boy did not know about his death, knew
but did not understand or was he just too calm to react. May be he had shown much maturity
about it than I ever could. During this time I realized his name was Gauri Shankar.
One day, it was a rainy day, as he was wiping a table, he fainted. A doctor was called who
after check up told that best thing to do was to take him home and wait for the hour. It was
raining very heavily. The auto brought us (him, me and another waiter) to a slum area.
The houses were made of tin and black plastic sheets. The streets were filled with water and
were so narrow that the auto could not get pass through. So we walked. I had Gauri in my
arms. He was conscious now. Semi clothed boys ran past us. There was a big heap of garbage
nearby which caused the air to be filled with stench. As we walked through the street,
splashing water with our steps, I looked around in houses that were by the narrow path.
Poverty bred there. So did disease and crime and death. A man came running from behind.
His head was covered by polythene and his trouser, torn at many places, was folded unto his
knees. He took Gauri from me and took us into a house.
Gauri was made to lie down on the only cot in the house. His mother started making
hurried arrangements for something. His father, that man, sat next to him, ran his
hand over his head and, looking in his eyes, said something. The boy responded with a
blink of eyes. The two of us stood there drenched. I don't even remember what his father
said to us because I was practicing in my mind various ways of telling him to wait for the
hour. I could not, and walked out as soon as I could. I did, however, come to understand
that the father and mother too, like Gauri, had AIDS and were awaiting their own hours
just like I was waiting for my hour. When I walked back through the tin and plastic
houses I realized how death reigned there. I realized how death was as much there as
life was. Death and life are so messed up together all around us. We only manage to
notice life and skip death and I, someone who could sense death, was unlucky enough
not to be able to do this.
That night when I was in my bed, I closed my eyes to find myself walking down a
corridor, open on one side, with Neha, on a late afternoon. The sun was very yellow and
so was its light. We stopped to drink water. She made a cup of her hand and held it under
the flowing tap. The water rested in her cup-hands and the yellow light made patterns in
the water in her very soft and fair hands and in the water that dropped from the side of
her hands. The water touched her lips gently and her eyes blinked as she swallowed it.
Oh! What would have I not given away for her! But she had refused my offer. That was
before I came to know I had cancer. I wondered if she would cry if she came to know
about me. I wondered if I wanted her to cry. I often thought who would cry and who
would not at my death and whether it would at all matter to me once I am gone. I often
thought what it would be like when I die. It would be a moment of silence and serenity
and of sorrow and grief I thought. That is how hours of death are supposed to be.
I opened my eyes to find the moon filling my bed with its bluish silver radiance and I
thought of God. I had been told by people, who had come to visit me, to do good deeds now
onwards as my judgment day was near and I would have to burn in hell if I did not do
enough. Of course, they packed these words in heaps of sympathy and good will before
delivering them. Is such a threat, as this, a motivation good enough to make a dying
person work, is something I question myself; for what shall the desire of heaven or fear of
hell mean to a dead. These are feelings attached to a living soul not to a dead being. I
had no more desires, no aspirations and no more fears.
Next evening I set out for Gauri's home. I thought of turning back home many times. I
had little hopes that the hour would not have passed and I knew I would not be able to
arrange words of consolation for his parents. Nevertheless, I walked on. Gauri was still
there. So were his father and mother. I walked in and stood by a wall. They looked at me
and acknowledged my presence. We hardly talked. Gauri was on the bed and his father
next to him. His mother sat by another wall. After some time of uneasy silence I went out
and waited at the door. I realized that the house was very close to the main road. In few
minutes a marriage parade passed the house. It stopped near the place for some traffic to
clear. It filled the place with bright lights and very loud music. People were dancing.
When I got back in I saw Gauri's mother holding one end of her sari to her mouth,
keeping her eyes very tightly closed and crying mutedly. His father was still sitting there
with his face hung down desperately. Their sobbing and crying was muted by the very
loud music of the parade and their faces were lit by its bright lights. The hour had passed.

It was not silent or solemn. It was just like any other moment.

Sushant Trivedi
Batch ‘09 Tronix
 Things That Could
Have Been
There are times when I look back
and think of things that could have been.
The path I chose,the laurels I won
the way I left and the games i lost.
It has been a journey so good but
still I think of things that could have been.
As the past starts growing on me
I think of people who have made a difference.
The people I fought, the people I loved
the friends I made and the lessons I learnt.
I try to move on but the mind still wanders
and I think of things that could have been.
I wonder how life would have been
had I gone some other way!
Would the roses still bloom the way they do?
Would the birds still sing their melodious
song?
The way things are seems so normal today
but I think of things that could have been.
I never thought I will be where I am today
but then I am not where I thought I would be.
Looking through these cobwebs of memory
makes me wish I could change a few things.
But all I can do now is to reflect and ponder
and so I think of things that could have been
Anant Raman Sharma
3rd Meta
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Finally
Like that pluck on some instrument
and everything goes into slow motion.
The noise behind me subsides.
And life,
begins to have a background music-forever.
On that moonlit night,
under the mighty moon,
in those windy galleries of the Jaiselmer Palace,
your eyes met mine,
and my lips yours.
When in that church choir your scales rejoiced,
and in the backwaters,
the grace.
When around those exotic temples your eyelids went a little down,
or at Camorin where we saw the sun arising from the infinite mirror,
to a balmy evening at the ghat,
where your fingers in my palm lay open facing the sky
while the sun sets behind us and the Ganges
washes our feet-two yours and two mine,
two lives and a lifetime.
Like that ghee lamp which we put into the waters-
the endless and unknown journey.
Like your third eye which changes its colour and pattern everyday-
let each day be waking up to a new life.
And today as they let you go,
the burning grounds are in my view,
may the Ganges take you to heaven.
I'm waiting there for you.
We'll sing and dance and drink milk all day,
and will shower their blessings on this everlasting romance,
the mighty Ganges,the holy cow and Lopamudra.
Abhinav Pandey
3rd Trical
 WARNING !!!
are you a fresher? if not, then continue:
1. The new testament of college states that, you can enjoy the rights without fulfilling the duties.

2. I hope you remember the protocol of your introduction in first year (with 90 of course), as its gonna come
handy in public places like banks, library, why to go so far your department itself (worst scenario- in your
hostel (girls)) when juniors interrogate you.

3. Prefer not socialising through your phone numbers as making blank calls to the authorities and distributing
your numbers is the toll free new source of entertainment for the juniors who are unaware of the sombre
consequences thereafter.

4. Don't be misguided by the innocent faces seeking help regarding college, notes, fests, city and all the
information that they can extract from you since knowledge is no more free as you are the one who has to pay
the price.

5. An advice, to prevent embarrassing moments avoid hanging around public spots like L.C, D.G corner, Chobe
uncle's juice shop (though they are a part of your schedule...Its tough) and if you are addicted then keep in mind
not to make an eye contact with the privileged ones.

6. And now some safety measures especially for the more threatened beings, habitants of a place where the
predator and the prey share the same cave:
? Do not sleep with your room door open on holidays as the bouncy fresher's will not hesitate to ask you
questions like, ”how profitable is the foreign language course for our job ",though the senior is not
even in the state to frame a sentence in her native language(she is sleepy, dreamy...uuuhhh do not
disturb) .
? Their gestures of acknowledgments are so loud that it shakes you from within and they are specially
enhanced when the committee is around, so I would suggest you to change the route.

? Please ask Maharaj to cook less spicy food as you will have to wait in queue in front of water cooler as
the freshies are filling their camper, bottles and whatever they can fill .(so say no to spicy food).

And this is for the few brave souls of IT-BHU, be cautious as your first day of college this year had been spent near G-
11 signing the affidavit and not to forget, the bad investment of 70 bucks(compulsory...:().

Mitali Shekhawat
3rd Biochem
GO-SIP the BO-TELL of IT

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A s Goonj takes the first step in the phase of its infancy, we as a team would like to thank every
individual who has participated in this beginning. We express our gratitude towards our honorable
Director and the teachers for supporting this initiative. Our heartfelt thanks to Prof.P. K. Mishra,
Department of Chemical Engineering who has been a strong support in leading the idea of the magazine to fruition.
Without his help it would not have been possible.
It has been a truly gratifying experience for all of us working for the magazine.The beginning of every
venture is faced by uncertainties and apprehensions but our enthusiasm and team effort kept us going. Monetary
assistance is the basic necessity for any activity ,which was the major problem faced by us, though we have tried to
optimize the use of all possible resources.
Through this magazine we aim to reach out to the people in every possible way. As we present this
magazine to the IT community, we request your response to make further improvements. It would be only
through the readers that we would be able to realize the shortcomings and take appropriate steps to enhance the
quality of this literary work.We welcome suggestions regarding any betterment of the magazine. Check the latest
happenings on www.goonj-itbhu.blogspot.com.In an attempt to encourage the creative minds, we invite
volunteers to join us and help preserve this trend. We have put in our best efforts to make this magazine a perfect
reflection of our institute outlining the lifestyle we all share. Hoping to provide you all with a delightful reading
experience...
Happy reading....

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3rd Trical
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3rd Meta
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magazine design & layout
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