Watched a real good movie after long (A Wednesday); on my way back down, I was lost in varied thoughts among Forum’s morning show crowd. Of all the noise from the crowd that surrounded me, one particular sentence fell into my ears loud and clear:
“Dude it’s only 12, still too early to go back home”
A broad smiled flashed across my face, a turned back to have a look at the speaker, aaah!! my guess was spot on: Lean guy, 20-21 yrs of age, Casual attire, Huge backpack (but had nothing more dan a book or two maxx), 3 friends fittin similar descriptions- He indeed was a ENGINEERING student, loaded with pocket money jus yesterday, has classes until noon (atleast that’s wha his mom knows abt) which he obviously plans to bunk n have ONE (one of many similar days that have preceded and will follow) day off to chill / relax, has probably killed 2-3 professors already in the current semester (So mom won’t buy it anymore as a reason).
Engineering is a phase which, according to me, every young individual has to go thru. Like students in Europe take a yr off to travel, students here who aspire to get into medical or go in other line of profession should try engg atleast for a year. Because a yr of Engg experience will teach you more than 10yrs of work experience in any line. After 4 (or more) yrs of toil when u have a job in hand and ur med school counterparts are nowhere near the earning phase it’s literally like, we are sticking our thumb on our nose and making faces at them.
It’s a strange world altogether, here last benchers bunk a new lecturer’s class cos he had ragged him/ her when the now lecturer was then his junior. Library is full of books which has main important pages missing which u’l find torn & strewn outside xam hall at the end of internals. Hostel is a place of worship wher u have access to everything from Movies to Important Notes to STUFF, also where you can collect any exorbitant amount of cash overnight to buy a LEAKED Question paper.
Only a engg student wud have the audacity to turn back before starting a final xam paper and ask what does the acronym, used to refer a subject all semester, really stand for*1 . Only he wud have the will power to bring a change of fate, more dramatic than a climax of a hindi movie, in 3rd internal marks which in turn will affect his average. Only he’d posses a memory to mug all the 15- 20 lab c++ programs in syllabus down to every comma and hyphen and semi-colon. An engineer student truly is the only person who’d think it’s possible to read a 1000 page book and give xam on the same, in hours. Only he will, deep within his heart, truly think that he will for real “start studyin from tomorrow” every single day. Here the probability of u flunking a paper even after solving 90 marks worth is equal to the probability of u scoring 35 on solvin 20 marks worth. Sounds of SOM, DSP, EC, S&S, M2 will send shivers down his spine, but on getting flunked will evoke a response “ Backs are the BACKBONE of engineering” from him. That’s a B.E student for you unfazed by any defeat, ready for any given task, coz he knows if it's thought of, it can surely be done..
The taste of B.E -> unforgettable.
The days of B.E -> best ever.
Citations:
*1 : was me @ TLW exam.
Disclaimer:
1.No offence meant to any other line of profession but everythin stated above is true to the core, there’s no beatin B.E course.
2.A engineer is repeatedly referred to as HE coz I’m too lazy to write he/she at every instance.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Moments ago...
For the nth time appu peeped in to my computer screen curious as to what keeps me so quiet and engaged in front of my system throughout the day, unable to hold it any longer she finally broke her silence-
Appu : Kya karte rehta hai tu poore din system pe?
Me: Yeh ek ART hain appu: ek KALA. U develop this skill of independently keepin urself engaged for the whole day only after 3 months of rigurous BENCHing.
Point made and accepted. Laughs on either side. Roll CREDITS :)
Appu : Kya karte rehta hai tu poore din system pe?
Me: Yeh ek ART hain appu: ek KALA. U develop this skill of independently keepin urself engaged for the whole day only after 3 months of rigurous BENCHing.
Point made and accepted. Laughs on either side. Roll CREDITS :)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Best things in life are (Still) free :)
1. A trip to a wonderful resort just for joining ur first company [ C Kompany].
2. Listening to a historic speech by chacha @ midnight of india’s 61st yr of independence on RADIO ONE with Rehman crooning “Vande mataram” softly in background.
3. Watchin Movies in College Hostel bunkin ur afternoon classes.
4. Peace of mind after spending an evening in Nrupatunga Betta [Hubli]
5. Boozing on terrace with a bunchha ppl who u really care abt.
6. Singing SUTTA at midnight in a sleepy town and getting bombarded by the neighbours nxt morning
7. Reading comic strips (C&H, PBS) online and laughing at it's Sense of Humor, which most movie script writers can’t even get close to.
8. Bow down in front of a old aluminium handpump with ur palms together for a rush of fresh drinkin water in a summer afternoon.
9. The snacks in Cloud no. 9 [ Yercaud].
10. Comic books in Terra Café.
11. Google and Wikipedia’s services ;)
12. Brilliant “Blast Billiards”
13. Chocolate Chip Cookies in my sister’s office. :(
14. A can of RED BULL delivered by a gal on roller skates jus for bein @ a place at the right time.
15. A word of caution from ur folks before a journey.
16. Last but not the least This very Valuable Space to Publish this Piece of Crap. :)
2. Listening to a historic speech by chacha @ midnight of india’s 61st yr of independence on RADIO ONE with Rehman crooning “Vande mataram” softly in background.
3. Watchin Movies in College Hostel bunkin ur afternoon classes.
4. Peace of mind after spending an evening in Nrupatunga Betta [Hubli]
5. Boozing on terrace with a bunchha ppl who u really care abt.
6. Singing SUTTA at midnight in a sleepy town and getting bombarded by the neighbours nxt morning
7. Reading comic strips (C&H, PBS) online and laughing at it's Sense of Humor, which most movie script writers can’t even get close to.
8. Bow down in front of a old aluminium handpump with ur palms together for a rush of fresh drinkin water in a summer afternoon.
9. The snacks in Cloud no. 9 [ Yercaud].
10. Comic books in Terra Café.
11. Google and Wikipedia’s services ;)
12. Brilliant “Blast Billiards”
13. Chocolate Chip Cookies in my sister’s office. :(
14. A can of RED BULL delivered by a gal on roller skates jus for bein @ a place at the right time.
15. A word of caution from ur folks before a journey.
16. Last but not the least This very Valuable Space to Publish this Piece of Crap. :)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Laughter- The Best Medicine
Scene:
TRANSMISSION LINES AND WAVEGUIDES (TLW) final Examination
The nervousness, suspense on how VTU is planning to surprise us with it's wicked questioning scheme reshuffle, cold feeling in my stomach, the urge to pee for the Umpteeth time since morning i enter the LOO to relieve myself.
In comes our man Mr. Examination Officer with a phone sandwitched between his ear and left shoulder, takes the stall left to mine and goes ahead wit the proceedings almost mechanically while busy in his telephonic conversation.
Den arrives a fresher sees our man Mr. Examination and does the most expected/ dumbest thing u'd expect typical fresher do on seeing a faculty member
Fresher : "Good Morning Sir"
Our man turns slightly nods at the fresher while in act of Peeing, nxt thing u know "Ktchzzz ktrkt kt tk PLOP!!!" down went his phone in his u know what. I turned my face to right still not even half way thru of what i was in middle of and burst out laughing, probably the hardest i'v ever in a loo or perhaps in college.
Our man picks up his wet cell looking .Hearing some strange sound comin from it. i hold my breath and turn around in curiosity, he looks at me den to his cell which he is holding some 5-6 feet away from his body and utters "I'll Call u later". That was it!!! There went my second barrage of satanic laughter.
After a really long time i took to complete wha i was der to do (It slows down wen u laugh u see) i turned around to see both the fresher and Mr. embarassed nowhere in sight. I came out double the confidence and half the tension.It was as if a load was taken off my mind. the tension i went into the loo with just vanished with my laughter. he he
TRANSMISSION LINES AND WAVEGUIDES (TLW) final Examination
The nervousness, suspense on how VTU is planning to surprise us with it's wicked questioning scheme reshuffle, cold feeling in my stomach, the urge to pee for the Umpteeth time since morning i enter the LOO to relieve myself.
In comes our man Mr. Examination Officer with a phone sandwitched between his ear and left shoulder, takes the stall left to mine and goes ahead wit the proceedings almost mechanically while busy in his telephonic conversation.
Den arrives a fresher sees our man Mr. Examination and does the most expected/ dumbest thing u'd expect typical fresher do on seeing a faculty member
Fresher : "Good Morning Sir"
Our man turns slightly nods at the fresher while in act of Peeing, nxt thing u know "Ktchzzz ktrkt kt tk PLOP!!!" down went his phone in his u know what. I turned my face to right still not even half way thru of what i was in middle of and burst out laughing, probably the hardest i'v ever in a loo or perhaps in college.
Our man picks up his wet cell looking .Hearing some strange sound comin from it. i hold my breath and turn around in curiosity, he looks at me den to his cell which he is holding some 5-6 feet away from his body and utters "I'll Call u later". That was it!!! There went my second barrage of satanic laughter.
After a really long time i took to complete wha i was der to do (It slows down wen u laugh u see) i turned around to see both the fresher and Mr. embarassed nowhere in sight. I came out double the confidence and half the tension.It was as if a load was taken off my mind. the tension i went into the loo with just vanished with my laughter. he he
Thursday, July 17, 2008
ALL IN A DAY’s WORK !!
16th July 2008
00:00hrs(approx)- “Guys VRN’s cell was snatched in E G pura main road jus now at 10:30. Sad man. He is really pissed.” Read bob’s msg. fuuuaaccckkk!!! I said to myself. I cud imagine VRN’s face. Thot of callin his roomie den ruled it out.
09:30 – VRN walks to my cube and gives an in-detail description of (rather enacted) events that took place last night. “Let’s go to Police station den to Vodafone.” Dejection showed on his face.
10:00- Enter Kormangala Police stn. Our man Mr.Constable is consoling a sobbing female who got mugged by a relative. We obviously cudn’t intervene their conversation. We wait for full 30mins only to be told that our case is none of his business.
11:00- Enter Viveknagar Police stn. Here the cops gather around us listen out VRN’s story. “Alla saar neeve heli auto number illa andre hege hidi bohudu naavu?”said Mr. Sub Inspector. “He was thin. Wore yellow t-shirt”added varun. That piece of info was aptly ignored. They took down a LOST MOBILE complaint and sent us packing with a acknowledgement slip.
12:00- VODAFONE Centre. Here we take our seat wait for our turn. Checking out what each of the CUSTOMER CARE officer’s life is like. We figured out if not all, still most of them sitting behind the counter are loosers. “VARUN NAMBIAR. COUNTER B” came the announcement. We look at each other and head towards Counter B. “Ms. DIVYA” read her batch- whose new agonised lifestory was drafted jus moments ago by us :). Some (Ahem) pleasantries were exchanged and VRN filled out the reqd form and paid 100 bucks for the duplicate SIM with a “I Lost my mobile yaar: 12k loss. Again ur askin me 100 rs.?” dialogue. “I’m sorry sir but it’s mandatory” she said in a consoling tone. “doesn’t the SIM cost 99 bucks?” he enquired. Her face flushed, the reason i think is either a)’Oh my God he knows’ exprn or rather b)’oh my god he had de audacity to ask me that’exprn, my bet is on the latter. “Yes sir I’ll check from the cashier if he has change” and she walked away to get our dude’s one buck which never saw light of the day.
13:30- After Fab refused nandu’s 75 buck offer and I donated 100 bucks for not wearing a helmet we finally land up in DESMONDS for lunch. There Divya Prasad’s story was given wings and allowed to scale gr8 heights which someone actually believed in (he he).
16:00- After first class full of “You obviously know” statements to me there were lots of questions, cross questions and trick questions in Mr. Supercomputer’s second class. The absence of air-conditioner along with Mr.Smiley flashin his shabby teeth every 5mins or so was getting on my nerves.
19:00- As I crossed the street towards home I watched a man in peace.Sleepin like a baby. Buses – cars, bikes blaring past him.
But he was in a sound sleep. Just wen i was abt to wish that i'd like to be in his place: a woman walked to him stood beside and then SLAPPPPPP! SLAAAAP!! SSSLLLLLAAAPPPPP!!! She started hittin him left right center, she yelled at top of her voice to his ears cursing him on his drinking habits, Slapped him some more and left. I din dare to pull out my camera to take her pic, but u can see him before and after, not much of a change eh. 
I think here “He” represents all of us, the “ yellin-slapping Woman” represents the responsibilities our career- life after coll we thought that’d make us consider life seriously and more so change us. As u all can see it’s not much diff eh?? Life’s still is pretty much de same. Today ironically it's One year anniversary of my so said responsible life, LYF is still de same. Like in our man, the yellin women brought abt some minor changes here and there. But at the end we are who we are. Carry on guys. Carry on.
00:00hrs(approx)- “Guys VRN’s cell was snatched in E G pura main road jus now at 10:30. Sad man. He is really pissed.” Read bob’s msg. fuuuaaccckkk!!! I said to myself. I cud imagine VRN’s face. Thot of callin his roomie den ruled it out.
09:30 – VRN walks to my cube and gives an in-detail description of (rather enacted) events that took place last night. “Let’s go to Police station den to Vodafone.” Dejection showed on his face.
10:00- Enter Kormangala Police stn. Our man Mr.Constable is consoling a sobbing female who got mugged by a relative. We obviously cudn’t intervene their conversation. We wait for full 30mins only to be told that our case is none of his business.
11:00- Enter Viveknagar Police stn. Here the cops gather around us listen out VRN’s story. “Alla saar neeve heli auto number illa andre hege hidi bohudu naavu?”said Mr. Sub Inspector. “He was thin. Wore yellow t-shirt”added varun. That piece of info was aptly ignored. They took down a LOST MOBILE complaint and sent us packing with a acknowledgement slip.
12:00- VODAFONE Centre. Here we take our seat wait for our turn. Checking out what each of the CUSTOMER CARE officer’s life is like. We figured out if not all, still most of them sitting behind the counter are loosers. “VARUN NAMBIAR. COUNTER B” came the announcement. We look at each other and head towards Counter B. “Ms. DIVYA” read her batch- whose new agonised lifestory was drafted jus moments ago by us :). Some (Ahem) pleasantries were exchanged and VRN filled out the reqd form and paid 100 bucks for the duplicate SIM with a “I Lost my mobile yaar: 12k loss. Again ur askin me 100 rs.?” dialogue. “I’m sorry sir but it’s mandatory” she said in a consoling tone. “doesn’t the SIM cost 99 bucks?” he enquired. Her face flushed, the reason i think is either a)’Oh my God he knows’ exprn or rather b)’oh my god he had de audacity to ask me that’exprn, my bet is on the latter. “Yes sir I’ll check from the cashier if he has change” and she walked away to get our dude’s one buck which never saw light of the day.
13:30- After Fab refused nandu’s 75 buck offer and I donated 100 bucks for not wearing a helmet we finally land up in DESMONDS for lunch. There Divya Prasad’s story was given wings and allowed to scale gr8 heights which someone actually believed in (he he).
16:00- After first class full of “You obviously know” statements to me there were lots of questions, cross questions and trick questions in Mr. Supercomputer’s second class. The absence of air-conditioner along with Mr.Smiley flashin his shabby teeth every 5mins or so was getting on my nerves.
19:00- As I crossed the street towards home I watched a man in peace.Sleepin like a baby. Buses – cars, bikes blaring past him.
But he was in a sound sleep. Just wen i was abt to wish that i'd like to be in his place: a woman walked to him stood beside and then SLAPPPPPP! SLAAAAP!! SSSLLLLLAAAPPPPP!!! She started hittin him left right center, she yelled at top of her voice to his ears cursing him on his drinking habits, Slapped him some more and left. I din dare to pull out my camera to take her pic, but u can see him before and after, not much of a change eh. 
I think here “He” represents all of us, the “ yellin-slapping Woman” represents the responsibilities our career- life after coll we thought that’d make us consider life seriously and more so change us. As u all can see it’s not much diff eh?? Life’s still is pretty much de same. Today ironically it's One year anniversary of my so said responsible life, LYF is still de same. Like in our man, the yellin women brought abt some minor changes here and there. But at the end we are who we are. Carry on guys. Carry on.
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