The Place They Call NIT Trichy

23 09 2008

“You coming ,you doing you going, what gaining ??”, our Lab-in charge questioned.

“I Learning, Sir ?” came the answer.

“What ? ” he had caught the sarcasm in the preposition-less sentence.

“No, some work experience at least, sir !!”

 

Everything else notwithstanding , one thing that our professors are really famous of are in their very own brand of English and some really colorful dialogues. I write the following not as a mark of disrespect but just to elaborate how fun our interaction with our GPA deciders can be, beyond the sleepy CLC sessions.                                                                                                 

I cant name him but he is one of the most famous dopers of our very renowned college. One fine morning after a heavy night of grass and pot and jointing , he was spotted sleeping in Structural Analysis, not by classmates but a very pissed-off prof. And guess what he was asked after waking him up

“What is a joint ???” Of course terminologies are so very different in the worlds of Civil Engineering and Marijuana.

His reaction was something like “ Am I still dreaming or …. What ?? This loser doesn’t know  what’s  a joint ??

This is from my classmate when we were discussing the probability of terrorists bombing NITT after the Delhi blasts . His observation (which I think, was spot on) was like “ This place is like from the movie “The hills have Eyes” a totally blasted area already as if the US government used to test nuclear bombs in here….. Whats the point in a blast here …. No changes in before/after photos …. No return on investment….. maybe a few jobless cows and a few TJJs will die nothing else ……..”

 

“ I went to bed at 2 last nite …” barked our Survey umm… supervisor at best ( we later discovered he hadn’t yet managed his Phd for five full years )

“Sir I also went to bed at 2 last nite” my friend quipped.

“What were you doing ? watching or playing ?”

“Watching “

“I was doing C++ . See that’s the difference . Im a Phd …….. you are a B.Tech …”

Somebody behind me muttered “He is a B.Tech , you are a loser . That’s the difference! “

 

 

In my first year a pissed off prepositionless professor exclaimed “ See you study, I gain ; you not study, I also gain ; so why not study ?? “ ….

The answer though not loud was prompt “ Because we study , we NOT gain !! “

 

Our final year senior when once spotted in juicy gave us the excuse “There’s no attendance in class …. Why bother ?? “

“ No attendance ??” we shouted in unison as if a gold mine has been discovered in CLC

“Yes , our Slot D dude once appeared one fine 10:30 morning and showing his front 12 teeth morosely said, ‘I cant take the attendance , I’ve lost my attendance book , I’m very sorry !!”

We were right – a gold mine has been discovered albeit in CEESAT not CLC (he’s a Chem. final yr)

 





A Blog about Blog

23 09 2008

People with an eye for creativity and a mind for imagination will boo at me for saying this but I really think we need to put certain limits on things where space for creativity is immense. Like say just cause our imagination is vast we cannot simply dream about anything and still be realistic u noe….like u know Bill Clinton without affairs or NITT with proper mess food.

Ah ! I soo hate off topic intros to my musings especially when they are as useless as my blogs but then I say so because ive been doing a lot of blog reading recently and thought I should write something about blogging itself.

Now blogging comes without any limits ……… like I mentioned above ur space for sarcasm or imagination or ability to bore people is all yours…but you know there are limits , like it has to be . you ask me why ? I’ll tell you why ; because nobody really wants to know why u use Cinthol for bathing or Denim for shaving. Now I dunno what is it about blogging but the first things a person does when he blogs does is to go on blabbering about his life

His boring jus-like-yours life .

 Oh ! Cmon we’ve had break-ups , we’ve had problems with our bosses , we don’t need to know that you too suffer like me.Blogging for me should be restricted to social issues or issues right along you, or even your perspective about things. And you noe you are doing it rite when people take pains to join wordpress just to be able to throw a comment at you (in my case their disgust , jokes , encouragements or even (yes belive me) threats as well)

I myself am a in-your-face blogger. People simple cant stop arguing about whatever I write and yes pointing out things to me. I belive in sarcasm because that’s what drives you to read an article in the first place.





The Unforgettable First Year

23 09 2008

Ok so you have finally landed in the heaven they call an engineering college and is still to come to terms with the sleepy profs and even more sleepy students, the lack of Hostel LAN and so on… Look deep there are so many things to enjoy and celebrate as the first of your jobless four years commence……

Enjoy Life !

Enjoy

The crappy mess food with all its denim chappatis ,

The fever of Festember which of course you will miss ,

The fear of seniors alongwith the 3 Rs : ragging, rules n regulations

The mindless SMSing in those sleepy lectures

The Xerox frenzy preceding every cycle tests

The long nights poring over those Xeroxes

The club inductions and the chaat of the ‘interviews’

The first year parties where dress-codes take a break

The mindless movie-watching till 4 in the morn

The breaking the 10 PM curfew so that u can squeeze In some extra hours of CS/Dota

The endless gossip ranging from that junior high school crush to why theres only 4000 IIT seats

The continual cursing of the 8:30 morning class

The dumass copying of readings in labs

The boring ED sessions before submission day

The feverish revisions 10 mins before the exams

The strict attendance regime of 25% at Snacky (Guess where’s the other 75 ?)

The jobless roaming around during the 10:10-10:30 break

The winter that will never come.

The Pragyan which finally will come.

I wonder whether this is me advising my firsties to enjoy what is probably the most memorable part of being an NITTian or simply me being nostalgic.