mamma bird and the baby bird....

way back to home from office ,walking towards the bus stop today , me and my colleagues spotted a tiny dark green baby bird sitting on a small bush,almost camoufalged by the surrounding leaves.It was staring around,little scared,may be little wondering(as we spotted that,it might have also spotted us....).It resembled a sparrow,was coloured black and had a streak of yellow line on the beak like a yellow chaplin moustache.The tiny little black beauty,was so near to me,i wanted to play with it(wonder it was he bird or she bird).I controlled my feelings and started taking pictures.Slowly went nearby ,carefull that it should not fly out.Just then a person passed by us showing me where that baby bird mother was.I was awe stuck.The mamma bird was sitting atop on the next tree and had her complete attention on its baby.We were informed its the way the mamma bird teaches her baby how to fly.She leaves them alone for some time and hides watching there moments.In anycase danger comes around she is all set to rescue.This bird specie was small but was told can even save there baby from eagles.I have read stories about,heard from elders,that experience is the best teacher.An experience lives through us, and is cherished.It is probably because it teaches a lesson or gives joy.Saw that today and feeling the same happening around.Some times they are through taxing modes and sometime gala times.It was time for the bus to come and we had to leave.I dont know what happened to that baby bird,how she learned flying ,did any danger came around , how would have mamma bird saved her.But i hope and feel things would have gone smoothly.After the baby bird grows up, i might not be able to recognise it, but hope the baby bird would have added my presence in her learning lessons.

HOD yaad aya...........

“Seamless tube”……….today while designing a fixture ,as my sir spoke the word, I went down the memory lane…………..the 2nd year B.Tech MOS class. The class had almost full attendance that day with pin drop silence. It was HOD lecture period. No one in campus would dare miss it. And lecturer after dictating problem was meticulously drawing the scaled figure on the blackboard. His people I am sure will never forget his figure drawing procedure. It was made sure that the whole figure is correct, in sense of geometry and scaled dimensions .To give a feel of it, if two lines are supposed to be parallel, u will see them parallel on the board, without break, the lines would flow parallel only. And if they are to be perpendicular you can measure them, they will be perpendicular to the point. Two parts with same thickness will be same without any error. This all he did with complete attention. For example, two make an I-section, initially two rectangles were made, then a thin line at the axis. After which some offsets would be marked for the central section and axis wiped out. The unwanted parts of initial rectangles next. And we students in the class just scribbled the figure with pen. Thus could not wipe out the unwanted parts of figure drawn along with him on out notebooks. This quite irritated us initially, till we got used to it. That day, a problem on seamless tube was being solved. The day, of all those four years, when I was standing in the class being scolded by him. The only one day that it was. One of my classmate murmured “senseless tube” because he had made the mistake of making figure along with lecture and now he will have to do it all over again. As the words reached the benches in and around him, there was a smile on faces. And I got caught smiling, then rounds of investigating, scolding to find out the culprit. I was being scolded, but somewhere deep was enjoying also. A feeling I still don’t understand. But the strange thing I observed that day was HOD reaction, when he heard why I was smiling. There was no sign of any expression over that face. It was all same, pale and with not even a single nerve moving. It all ended on a good note. He scolded, investigated and left all of us .but; I feel he must have surely laughed his way back to his room. Guess there’s a lesson hidden there. A way to control the most notorious, hard to manage group of students.