a day at my engineering college

after tht heavenly nite... that surfin on net... researching on some odd topic... those favourite tracks playing... going to bed after a good 2 or 3 hours after mid-night... the alarm-clock rings loud in the ears, as if shouting - 'enough of your open mouthed-legs disseminated-clothes stripped sleep, now get up & get ready for hell, u tosser'... it gets its due then - a bang on its head, asking it to 'shut the f**k up... i heard u n im on'

then sitting on the bed, recovering from tht state of slumberness, they show-up... those WEIRD thoughts... asking me questions, which not even a single P.O.E. on earth wud have an answer to... 'WHAT MADE ME SAY YES TO ENGINEERING ?'.... for those who are wondering what a P.O.E. is, it stands for Prisoner Of Engineering... yeahhh, exactly... inspired from P.O.W....now dun ask me whts tht... tht period of convalescence n those WEIRD thoughts let tht congenital laziness too, to wake up n sink in deep... to such depths tht by the time i get ready for college, im in a complete state of rebellion, a rebellion against those college ppl... but then, wht the heck !!! AT THE END OF THE DAY I NEED A DEGREE TO SHOW...

tht already tiring day at college begins at 10.30 am, sooooo early in the morning... those one-hour long lectures are like hands of a clock... they just dun stop coming... unless ofcourse the clock is outta batteries, but then those 'outta battery' periods signify the vacations...sem-breaks, u see !!! every professor presuming themselves as some larger-than-life creatures, as they do at home in front of their ever-obeying wives n those little half-baked, two-feet tall children, enters the class...their head-held high as if some highly-learned PhD.

he then starts trashing stuff out, stuff never heard of before... ciphered to such an extent tht by the time u try n get even close to de-coding it... there's another PhD standing at the door !!! and no... the one hour just din pass unnoticed... it was after me, ravi, deepti, arjun, shiv n kapil did some or the other kinda rubbish to please ourselves, n more often than not make us 'laugh our ass out so hard, it hurts'... n strangely enough, we six people occupy the first two benches in the class... vaise i'd like to keep deepti out of this, the only female in our batch of 60-odd students. she likes to study, not coz she actually likes it but AT THE END OF THE DAY SHE TOO NEEDS A DEGREE TO SHOW... n she wants to, more than anybody else, have some good numbers waving for her in tht mark-sheet...

after three such 'boring-to-death' lectures, comes the recess-time... aaaahhhh... dun i just love it.. practically thts one of the strongest reasons i goto college... meeting frens from all other branches... having tht absolutely wonderful tea with some chinese to eat... tea, more often than not, has its self-respect thrashed to dust by us... we dun pay for it...we just dun... dun do tht intentionally but coz of bad-memory... we dun move until the situation arises where we have to rush back to the class-room, so tht we dun get too late for the next lecture (or somedays lab), so tht makes us forget abt the payment... maaaan... tht break-time is heavenly... but good-times are never enough... this break lasts for only 30 minutes... provided we dun bunk the lecture on either side of this break... which we usually do....

after tht break come those practical/lab hours... where some ppl like me get a chance to break tht 'im-no-stupid-moron' shackle... the self-respect-thrashed tea has its effect on us... these hours come as a source of refreshment, but not for long... coz these things can stretch for as long as 4 hrs... those clock-hands still ticking, remember !!! 4 hrs is a long, long time yaar, cant keep intact for the entire period... n when u got a college, a deserted land still under-construction (n wud probably be forever n ever), whose surroundings are filled with nothing but silence n waves of dull air... crazy public all around u, looking at u as if u were a native of mars n ur relatives have recently got transferred to pluto... coz u are, n i mean it, u are more refined, dignified, good-looking, n better dressed up than the others. u belong to a genre of public who are at-ease with ENGLISSS... the universal language... the others arent even there or thereabouts... i now, after spending close to 3 yrs here have learnt to deal with the luxurious celebrity-status offered... n have started to enjoy it too... but still, all these things are tiring...

finally, when u're out of the lab... NIRVANA... truly... the time's usually somewhere around 4.30-5.00 pm... sometimes even 5.30... those 6-odd hrs make u both mentally n physically tired, specially when u started the day with those WEIRD kinda thoughts n a possible plan of rebellion in mind... n then there's ims (CAT coaching), where our favourite sir keeps asking us, 'read the chapter?', 'tried the exercise?'... to which we just shake our heads left n right... (im sure sir wud thrash me after this)... he then starts solving problems, which seemed impossible to us. u wink & one problem's solved, with sir exclaiming 'ELEMENTARY !!!' n all of us slumping... it all gets messed up in the top-storey, but we somehow get thru...

well, thts one way of looking at it... coz all the fun lies there itself... there, within those 6-7 paragraphs tht i've written... its not all tht big a torture being an engineer... for tht matter, which discipline isnt a torture for their students ??? And i guess, the fight's worth it... coz one day i'd be the proud owner of that bachelor's degree in engineering.

but really, from the bottom-most part of my deep deep heart... i still am outta my wits, figuring out 'WHAT MADE ME SAY YES TO ENGINEERING ?'....

lemme knw, thru ur comments, if u can help... :p

luv u all...
cheers…