Flying Stampedes

So we are three guys (Jasdeep - Jas, Will and myself) who are the engineering interns at Distributed World Power. We are the only interns who are here yet. We have been busy for the past few days setting up the "Engineering Division", and starting up new experiments. We are presently working on preliminary system tests. I have got the opportunity to work with LEDs for the first time. I am facinated by that technology. I get to test their charecteristics and brightness and stuff which is pretty cool.

Today we got down to rearranging our office to create an engineering section. While coming up with a name for the engineering team, Jas came up with 'Flying Stampedes'. And for some reason, that name is still sticking to us, though we don know what that means or why we call ourselves that. Anyways, now that we have our own space and all experiments ready to start, things should get much more interesting.

Of Dal Bhati, Srikhand and Char Rastas...

I grew up in Baroda, Gujarat, with a lot of memories. It used to be a quaint little city at the banks of the Vishwamitri river with a very beautiful and rich history and culture. Its adorned by the Royal Palace of the Gaekwad family and has a lot of museums and gardens. In many ways it can be called a twin city of Mysore because both Mysore and Baroda Royal Families were very closely connected and both cities were modeled along the same lines. I remember roaming around the old city areas of Nyay Mandir and Mandvi and having kachoris at that famous shop around the corner in the market area. My time in baroda has been the most fun time I have ever had.

All those memories of mine came back to me like a flash back when I visited the old town areas of Ahmedabad yesterday. Being here on an internship might be the best thing I have done in a while. We were roaming around Gandhi road and Relief road for hours. It was so similar to Nyay Mandir and Mandvi areas of Baroda. Those stuffed, dingy shops, the hot humid weather, those really old multi-storied housing above the shops (some of them as old as the city itself), Those zillions of wires cris-crossing the space above the roads, Those sandals, clothes and kites stuck in those wires, all these made up for such a wonderful experience. Maybe I was laughed at, maybe I was ridiculed, but I could not help taking these pictures. It was as if I was roaming around in my childhood again. The only thing missing was my Dad's or my Mom's hand dragging me along.