1. ECE papers
2. EE papers
3. Civil papers
5. CS papers
7. IT papers
8. PY papers
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Download previous year GATE papers
As I said in my last post that I'll soon post previous year GATE papers so I am finally here to post the links. Papers of all the streams are given, but the number of papers varies for each stream. I have splitted bigger file into smaller one keeping in mind the dial-up users. If you found them helpful to you for your prepration then please post your comment here and pass these links to your friends. If you need any other info then please let me know.
1. ECE papers
1. ECE papers
Download IES 2009 papers
Here I am providing you the link of IES papers (2009) of all the four streams viz E&T, EE, Mech and Civil. There is also a link of common Genereal Ability paper. I'll be back soon with GATE papers. Till then enjoy these stuffs. Please do comment if u have any.
1. IES 2009 E&T
2. IES 2009 EE
3. IES 2009 Mech
4. IES 2009 Civil
5. IES 2009 General Ability
1. IES 2009 E&T
2. IES 2009 EE
3. IES 2009 Mech
4. IES 2009 Civil
5. IES 2009 General Ability
Monday, October 19, 2009
Download IES conventional papers: Mechanical and Electrical
Hi, as I promised that soon I'll be posting conventional papers so I am here. Here I am posting conventional papers of electrical and mechanical stream. Sorry for civil guys, I didn't find conventional papers. But as soon as I'll find them I'll post them here. Hope this will help you in your preparation. E & T's conventional as well as objective papers can be downloaded from my previous post. Click here to download E & T's papers. Suggestions and requests are invited.
ELECTRICAL CONVENTIONAL PAPERS
1. IES Electrical Conventional Papers - Part I
2. IES Electrical Conventional Papers - Part II
3. IES Electrical Conventional Papers - Part III
MECHANICAL CONVENTIONAL PAPERS
1. IES Mechanical Conventional Papers - Part I
ELECTRICAL CONVENTIONAL PAPERS
1. IES Electrical Conventional Papers - Part I
2. IES Electrical Conventional Papers - Part II
3. IES Electrical Conventional Papers - Part III
MECHANICAL CONVENTIONAL PAPERS
1. IES Mechanical Conventional Papers - Part I
2 States: The Story of My Marriage by Chetan Bhagat
Love marriages around the world are simple:
Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy.
They get married.
In India, there are a few more steps:
Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy.
Girl's family has to love boy. Boy's family has to love girl.
Girl's Family has to love Boy's Family. Boy's family has to love girl's family.
Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married.
Welcome to 2 States, a story about Krish and Ananya. They are from two different states of India, deeply in love and want to get married. Of course, their parents don’t agree. To convert their love story into a love marriage, the couple have a tough battle in front of them. For it is easy to fight and rebel, but it is much harder to convince. Will they make it? From the author of blockbusters Five Point Someone, One Night @ the Call Center and The 3 Mistakes of My Life, comes another witty tale about inter-community marriages in modern india.
Excerpts from "2 States: The Story of My Marriage"
“Why am I referred here? I don’t have a problem,” I said.
She didn’t react. Just gestured that I remove my shoes and take the couch. She had an office like any other doctor’s, minus the smells and cold, dangerous instruments.
She waited for me to talk more. I hesitated and spoke again.
“I’m sure people come here with big, insurmountable problems. Girlfriends dump their boyfriends everyday. Hardly the reason to see a shrink, right? What am I, a psycho?”
“No, I am the psycho. Psychotherapist to be precise. If you don’t mind, I prefer that to shrink,” she said.
”Sorry,” I said.
“It’s OK,” she said and reclined on her chair. No more than thirty, she seemed young for a shrink, sorry, psychotherapist. Certificates from top US universities adorned the walls like tiger heads in a hunter’s home. Yes, another South Indian had conquered the world of academics. Dr. Neeta Iyer, Valedictorian, Vassar College.
“I charge five hundred rupees per hour,” she said. “Stare at the walls or talk. I’m cool either way.”
I had spent twelve minutes, or a hundred bucks, without getting anywhere. I wondered if she would accept a partial payment and let me leave.
“Dr. Iyer…”
“Neeta is fine,” she said.
“OK, Neeta, I don’t think my problem warrants this. I don’t know why Dr. Ramachandran sent me here.”
She picked my file from her desk. “Let’s see. This is Dr. Ram’s brief to me – patient has sleep deprivation, has cut off human contact for a week, refuses to eat, has Google-searched on best ways to commit suicide.” She paused and looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“I Google for all sorts of stuff,” I mumbled, “don’t you?”
“The report says the mere mention of her name, her neighbourhood or any association, like her favourite dish, brings out unpredictable emotions ranging from tears to rage to frustration.”
“I had a break-up. What do you expect?” I was irritated.
“Sure, with Ananya who stays in Mylapore. What’s her favourite dish? Curd rice?”
I sat up straight. “Don’t,” I said weakly and felt a lump in my throat. I fought back tears. “Don’t,” I said again.
“Don’t what?” Neeta egged me on, “Minor problem, isn’t it?”
“Fuck minor. It’s killing me.” I stood agitatedly. “Do you South Indians even know what emotions are all about?”
“I’ll ignore the racist comment. You can stand and talk, but if it is a long story, take the couch. I want it all,” she said.
I broke into tears. “Why did this happen to me?” I sobbed.
She passed me a tissue.
“Where do I begin?” I said and sat gingerly on the couch.
“Where all love stories begin. From when you met her the first time,” she said.
She drew the curtains and switched on the air-conditioner. I began to talk and get my money’s worth.
She didn’t react. Just gestured that I remove my shoes and take the couch. She had an office like any other doctor’s, minus the smells and cold, dangerous instruments.
She waited for me to talk more. I hesitated and spoke again.
“I’m sure people come here with big, insurmountable problems. Girlfriends dump their boyfriends everyday. Hardly the reason to see a shrink, right? What am I, a psycho?”
“No, I am the psycho. Psychotherapist to be precise. If you don’t mind, I prefer that to shrink,” she said.
”Sorry,” I said.
“It’s OK,” she said and reclined on her chair. No more than thirty, she seemed young for a shrink, sorry, psychotherapist. Certificates from top US universities adorned the walls like tiger heads in a hunter’s home. Yes, another South Indian had conquered the world of academics. Dr. Neeta Iyer, Valedictorian, Vassar College.
“I charge five hundred rupees per hour,” she said. “Stare at the walls or talk. I’m cool either way.”
I had spent twelve minutes, or a hundred bucks, without getting anywhere. I wondered if she would accept a partial payment and let me leave.
“Dr. Iyer…”
“Neeta is fine,” she said.
“OK, Neeta, I don’t think my problem warrants this. I don’t know why Dr. Ramachandran sent me here.”
She picked my file from her desk. “Let’s see. This is Dr. Ram’s brief to me – patient has sleep deprivation, has cut off human contact for a week, refuses to eat, has Google-searched on best ways to commit suicide.” She paused and looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“I Google for all sorts of stuff,” I mumbled, “don’t you?”
“The report says the mere mention of her name, her neighbourhood or any association, like her favourite dish, brings out unpredictable emotions ranging from tears to rage to frustration.”
“I had a break-up. What do you expect?” I was irritated.
“Sure, with Ananya who stays in Mylapore. What’s her favourite dish? Curd rice?”
I sat up straight. “Don’t,” I said weakly and felt a lump in my throat. I fought back tears. “Don’t,” I said again.
“Don’t what?” Neeta egged me on, “Minor problem, isn’t it?”
“Fuck minor. It’s killing me.” I stood agitatedly. “Do you South Indians even know what emotions are all about?”
“I’ll ignore the racist comment. You can stand and talk, but if it is a long story, take the couch. I want it all,” she said.
I broke into tears. “Why did this happen to me?” I sobbed.
She passed me a tissue.
“Where do I begin?” I said and sat gingerly on the couch.
“Where all love stories begin. From when you met her the first time,” she said.
She drew the curtains and switched on the air-conditioner. I began to talk and get my money’s worth.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
IES civil previous year papers
Here are the objective question papers of IES civil engg. stream. Conventional papers will be uploaded soon.
1. Civil ies papers.part1
2. Civil ies papers.part2
3. Civil ies papers.part3
4. Civil ies papers.part4
1. Civil ies papers.part1
2. Civil ies papers.part2
3. Civil ies papers.part3
4. Civil ies papers.part4
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