engineerin...not so easy

Every morning in Africa, a deer wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest deer or it will starve to death.
It doesn't matter if you are a lion or a deer. When the sun comes up, you better start running.

Guys,welcome to computer science engineering department. Daily classes from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. kept us running only.Every morning, I wake up cursing the ever punctual sun and then my mom and the bus driver ....in da last few months (sahithi) in-charge took that honor.Even then,no matter when I wake up,I always reach late.Sometimes searching for the wallet,notebook(and not notebookS),socks and trust me sometimes I do wear different color combination of socks in utter frustration.

Engineerin was damn hap.An exquisite mix of students of all states.Seeing different languages varying from hindi,telugu,bengali to marathi, and tamil diverse living style of everyone in a single campus was altogether a complete different experience.Perhaps,this was the best thing that I liked being in engg.You can see the cultures flowing in and out there.In just a month or so,the feeling of being a hindi or telugu or tamil, bengali etc. was dissolved.No matter of all the differences we had,there were few things that were common in all of us.
1. we all curse the professors
2. we all hate to wake up early
3. we all(almost) were prompt to bunk classes.

The reason why i wrote "almost" was because of the guys like rahul who was always into classes like a dog is always into bones.Bunking for him was a sin, a ticket to hell.The almost topper of our department had all the "nakhdas" of being the superior.Just like a superhit actress in bollywood.This guy believed in just one theory of his"A friend in need is not a friend of his".

Classes technically were boring.I remember the cycloids drawing classes and trust me,I really suck big time in visualizing the 3D image of anything.Cmon,drawing triangular mountains and a circular sun on a chart paper took 17 years of mine,how come the perfection in 3D view come in just one semester.Classes on planes and solid geometry added the last nail in the coffin.Stress-strain curves added stress on my mind and strain in my fingers.Still,whatever be the situation,how boring be the classes,there was fun all around.
All I can say"the road to success is always under construction"
GET IT DONE-ENGINEERS

I AM IN LOVE!!!!!!

people say love is pure, love is blind,love is fair,love is unfair,
love enhances oneself or spoils oneself;but i haven't experincd nythn.
my feelings hav not b chnged nor am i. i am still the same guy who
cries watchin any romantic movie,who abuses the indian bowlers
if they are struck for boundaries,who spends useless hours on the
net just refreshing his scrap book....but there is something that ensures
an immense contenment inside me.i am not mad in love,but i love somebody madly.

it's not dat am never sad or negativities dont shoot me cuz am in luv.....
it's not dat i don giva damn bout this world cuz am in luv.....it's not
dat i am not affected by the jeers of this world.....but it's just dat i have
a very very special person on this planet, after talking to whom all my
pains are sublimated,i become abnormally rejeuvenated and
satisfied.My life has been touched 2 da core,and there is a big

difference in me which only i can realize.
I am in love;"i" am in love and 'i' love to be in love!!!''

EMBARASSING EGGZAMS

Our 2nd mid

exams were scheduled to start from tuesday,9th march

, 2010.

7:30p.m,
9th feb.2010(1 month before the exam), in my bedroom:

Me charged up like a inflated Hydrogen balloon.
"From 8 p.m. tonight I will surely kick start my preparation so as to come up with flying colors in upcoming examination and can even opt for branch upgradation."

After 1 month,
9th mar.2010
, i.e. 1 day before exam,7:30 p.m. in my room:

Me like a punctured tyre with no desire to be put to re-use..
"From 8 p.m. tonight I have to kick start my preparation else buckle up for the supplimentary

Still half an hour left to eight, I msgd da othrs
out to have a glance at others . Chaos all around, as if year 2012 is knocking at the door. t
hn...sahithi msgd...ws talkn fr bout 10 mins...she ws like givin me sum encrgmnt :D




Came back. Turned my notes. On the 1st page of the notebook was a scenery comprising of hills,huts and a sun caricature by me on the 1st day,1st class of my new college life. 2nd page had a train drawn over it.3rd to 10 pages contained scorecards of pranish,me,bhargav,abhi..
.etc

we use to play during classes. Thereafter came some meaningful notes. In between, again there were lots of blank pages over which it was written in font size 28 ”CLASS BUNKED”
Screwed up.

Night at 12 o’clock.
I started yet again.The problem with bulk of engineering students is that if they are been given 2 hours to study,they will spend 1 hour in counting pages.Being a proud engineer I did that again and again as if the no. of pages gonna slenderize after every enumeration.After reading 5-6 pages, my eyes started becoming dizzy.Inert mind started smothering.Other body parts marched hand in hand with the brain. I started telling myself…

Don't give it up dear. You can do it.
Don't give...up.You...do it....
Don't ...up...do.. it.
Don't...do...it
zzzzzzz.....
I slept off.

Morning 7o’clock.
knock knock
Sachin shouting on the door



: ron
, give me the notes.
In only 2 cases, someone asks notes from me.
1.I am dreaming.
2.It’s his notes.
This time it was clause no.2. The guy gave his notes provided it is returned by next morning.Within few seconds, I regained my senses only to discover that I am loosing it.He took his notes away with him along with my aspirations to pass.Still,I encouraged myself by thinking that 7 out of 10 suffer from Maths illiteracy.I love to be in majority.

Exams 2 me are like a black lady's left hand,it s not fair and its not right

15 minutes before only, I entered the dreadful realm of downright depression,Room no. 305


.
Many already arrived.Girls came with full make-ups.Black pen, blue pen,violet and red sketch pens all around.Only water colors were missing.The Complan boy(expected topper) even brought lemon and orange juices with him.Together they all were discussing something which was like Da-Vinci Code for me.
Altogether I concluded,there are only 2 things that can save me.
1.Good seating arrangement.
2.Good cheating arrangement.

I didn't get any.
Paper started.I was beseated in the last bench of the middle row.Out of 5 question we have to answer any 3.I knew 2.Solved it in next 1 hour..1 hour

still remaining.I was kind of bored.Every second was taking more than a second to pass.Felt like I am watching DRONA movie.I looked above at the PSPO ceiling fan and started counting the no. of rotations per minute.Enough of it, I started contemplating the crowd around me.

Complan boy was writing at an immortal speed as if he is writing for me also.Girls as usual, using all their red,blue, green pens as if they are answering,checking and even awarding marks for all the questions they faked to attempt.The invigilator was showing keen interest in inspecting almost each and every student.Gosh! if he has shown the same interest while teaching us, the magnets of knowledge and curiosity would have activated way before in me(I need to blame someone)Some skilled ones were searching for the right slips in their 6 pocket jeans(purchased for this special occasion).

I too rose according to the demands .I sneaked to catch a flash view of front seated guy's answer sheet.No success coz he concealed his sheet like a CIA secret agent.Meanwhile,the invigilator saw me and said
"I hope I didn't see you looking at rohit's paper.
"I hope you didn't either" I almost replied.
Another
half an hour fled.
I regained momentum in last half an hour when few godly guys came up for my rescue.Teamwork which is less "me" and more "we" really works.I ended up attempting all the question(5



).
Eventually, I must confess that my paper was not as pathetic as I imagined.It was bad for sure still not that awful.