How much a Miracle costs ?

An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could not afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's bills. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to loan them the money.

When she heard daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the child went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.

Clutching the precious jar tightly, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the local drug Store. She took a quarter from her jar and placed it on the glass counter.

"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist. "It's for my little brother," the girl answered back. "He's really, really sick and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my daddy says only a miracle can save him. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how much it costs." In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for it, so I have brought my savings". "How much do you have?" asked the man. "One dollar and eleven cents, but I can try and get some more", she answered barely audibly. "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents -- the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other. He said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."That well-dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long before Andrew was home again and doing well.

"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost ...one dollar and eleven cents ...plus the faith of a little child.

Exams are over!!

Now all the exams are over and I entered into the last week before leaving this wonderful place...
The only formality left in being a graduate is getting the degree... I hope I’ll pass in all subjects :)

We are told that our email-ids are moving from student category to alumni category... A nostalgic feeling has naturally taken place for a while but that’s the way it is… Isn’t it?

As being an active member of nocturnal club …nowadays (read nowanights) I am active throughout the nights watching movies… doing some funny businesses… Not of sort you think though!

To tell you truth since 2-3 days, my day starts with dinner and ends with breakfast...

The only bad thing about this nice routine is that most of the people disturb me on my cell-phone during my night time…

Even today, just got up now after receiving a phone call and thought of writing something in my blog... and so here I am…Okay let me go for dinner now …

It will hurt like hell

As I lay down on my bed last night, I was recounting the moments I had during the fest this year. All of a sudden, there was a jerk in my thoughts …. It was my last fest. It’s not that I didn’t know but I suddenly got conscious. The last day of these four years in IIIT Hyd is close, very close. I have been in a similar situation earlier too while leaving my school after class VIII. It was a residential school far from cities, deep inside the nature, in Samastipur district of my home state. We had spent a few long years together there. Every single day we cursed the hostels, the food, the exams and above all the strict rules and the agony of being confined to the same old campus. We felt like prisoners at times. Often we wished we could get out of that damned place. I remember even just two days before the final day; we were celebrating the end, our forthcoming freedom. In the evening before the day, there was a short meeting of all the students and our warden. At the end of the meeting, everything changed. I heard people weeping. It soon changed into a session of mass hysteria. Some were crying like lunatics. The much awaited last day, the day of celebration got transformed into a day of shedding tears as people started leaving. It was not really feeling sorry for losing close friends. It was different. I walked around the campus, hugged and cried with people I hardly had ever talked to. The final hours in the campus got us closer than what we were in the last few years.

The scenario in IIIT is not much different. Here also we often get frustrated with the place. The absence of city-life, the scarcity of girls, 8:30 classes in winter, awful mess, the worst attendence policy, the howling of the profs specially the guide …. The list can go on and on. But no matter what, we definitely love this place. I don’t know how people will react on the final day. I don’t know whether 23-year-olds will cry like 14-year-olds did. But I can guarantee you something ….. It will hurt ….. It will hurt like hell.

The Neem Sapling Planting

Before the farewell, we planted a neem sapling, adjacent to the volleyball court in the ground. Though it was just a neem sapling, a feeling of "us" has been attached to it so emotionally, that I felt like I am leaving behind something very very important in the form of this tree.


As if the young tree was speaking to me ...at the end of a goodbye walk your arms may be empty, but you are full of things to take with you - feelings and sights tucked deep inside you, memories to keep ...and lots more. And I'll always be here whenever you'll come to see this place later to make you remember these beautiful times ...Promise me that you'll come to see me soon ...won't you ?


Standing there, I was like talking to myself ...I promised from the bottom of my heart !! I'll come to see you little sapling ...I'll come for sure.


And I moved towards the farewell ceremony ponderously...

The Hilarious Farewell Speech

By Imran on 30th march ...

I first saw IIIT when I was in school and I just knew that I have to be here. It was a dream come true for me. I not only got into IIIT but also in one of the best batches ever. I couldn’t have asked for more.

Now, talk about coming to the right place at the right time!! Things were really HAPPENING in IIIT. And of course, we were there to witness the institute grow. First came the DEEMED UNIVERSITY status, our own version of “Independence Day”, independence to be autonomous. And WE were there.

It was our batch that actually “COMPLETED IIIT”. For the very first time, IIIT had all the four years of its BTech program and we became the only batch ever to actually KNOW all of it’s alumni that passed before us.

We were the ones who saw IIIT grow, not only IIIT as a matter of fact, but also the surrounding places like all the S/W companies coming up in our vicinity, ISB and we also saw the building of the now, “Land mark of Hyderabad” the GMC Balayogi Stadium. But you should know that we know these places from the time when their address read “Besides IIIT” and not vice-versa.

Our batch was also the trendsetters in its own rights. It was actually from our time that IIIT saw all its cultural festivals in the form of Amalgam and of course FELICITY. And who can forget the first ever inter house sports competitions.

We can also boast of being the only “Truly Nomadic” society of IIIT. For two years, we were always on a run. Running from this hostel to other, from one room to other. That was the time when we never unpacked our luggage for, we knew that we wont stay long in one room and change was on cards every moment. The newly built 3rd floor of OBH as well as the newly constructed NBH were actually “gdit2k1 hostels”. Also we know the problems ,All those “TEAM BUILDING” exercises truly bonded us together as one entity.

We can also boast of having the best talent in IIIT, be it in programming, sports or music and who can forget the best dancer of our batch (look at patke)….

As SPIDERMAN once said “ With great powers, comes great responsibilities”. Our batch is also responsible for some of the major policies in the institute. Because of our perseverance and hardwork, IIIT is the only institute throughout India with “ZERO RAGGING”. We welcome our juniours with open arms. Maybe, the institute’s policy of taking freshers in huge quantities might have helped the cause here ;)…

Well speaking of institutes’ policies, let me tell you what happened in our first holi, which was quite an “indoor event” at that time. We thought that the colours of hostels were a bit too drab But I don’t know why but the faculty didn’t like our new paint job. And we ended up celebrating holi, for the first time in IIIT, for 2 days… first for colouring and then cleaning. And hence forth, holi became as you know of today a strictly “an outdoor affair”…

Of course we were the bonds of all the “state of art” technology. But we also believed in DIVERSITY. We took upon ourselves the challenge of building the IIIT’s formidable gaming industry. We just have to go to the other colleges to just collect the prizes they offer and in the mean while taking a shot or two at the sitting ducks they try to pass off as our competitors J.

You might be thinking that we know just about everything there is to know about IIIT from my speech so far, but you just mistaken!! We are still trying to figure out the “AC effect” in our labs. The moment the lab “cools” we are in some other “hot” destination in some corner.

But now, it is really sad and difficult to comprehend that our 4 years have come to an end. From now on, all our classmates will sport a small subscript under their names which will read “B. Tech. CSE, IIIT-H”………

Let me remind you, once again that we were those people who joined IIIT not because of its now reputed “B. Tech” degree or the 100% placement record. There was nothing at the time when we joined, not even this AIEEE. We joined this college because we were passionate about this place and like myself, for many people it was a dream come true. In part, we can boast of being a part of IIIT in it’s growing phase, and have contributed our share in it’s growth. I will always remember this clean and green 62 acres of land for the rest of my life……

And now, my dear juniors. I know that you all are about to cry at your great loss which I might add is quite understandable. But for being - what I can now conclude safely from my lengthy speech – a LEGENDARY batch, we still think about our beloved juniors. It will be too great a blow for you to recover if we were to leave this institute in entirety.

We are leaving behind our representatives, the pioneers, in the form of MSBR, PHD students and even future IIIT professor for your benefit. Yes, the faculty might think that they are here for doing “State Of Art” research and development work, but I think we share a secret here J. They are here to fill in that great “void * main” and will always be there for you.
And now, as the past has been saved, the future generations of IIIT in safe hands, I can now safely bid good bye to you all….and may God bless IIIT.

Thank you all the professors for teaching us and our juniors for this farewell party.