A whole semester in college seemed to pass away in a wink... Can't imagine will be in second year next time i return to college. Time seems to be racing, and to keep up with it, we all seem to be racing against time!!!
Second semester in college was pretty eventful, filled with activities... never seemed to find time for studies until the week before exams. Many would raise a brow reading this statement knowing what big a nerd i am, but lemme be truthful, i hardly found time to study or to spend time in the library reading books.
Right from Jan, it started, one after the other, club activities, Pragyan, Nitfest, Section dhamaka... went on and on covering a span of 4 months. With each new "occasion", may it be Pragyan or Nitfest, would come a tide of excitement. It was fun to see seniors busy at work, students loitering around all confused in the campus, love birds whiling away time in the food stalls, and we first years making the most out of it. No classes, unlimited sleep, hanging out in the stalls in "jeans"... well jeans had to be in quotes since then it was a very big deal being in jeans... don't forget we were STILL under ragging and anything like jeans and top were simply unimaginable. One thing i got to agree, guest lectures were truly amazing covering a wide diversity of topics ranging from nanotechnology to Indian economics. I had my best time attending the lectures...:)
Then finally our good old seniors realised its time to free the first years from ragging (here lemme mention, this realisation came after eight months of college... but im thankful to god, ATLEAST they realised). All that ragging consisted was usual chaat sessions and doing seniors work. Here i ought to mention, i had a terrible time writing seniors records and assignments cause my handwriting GENUINELY sucks and my great seniors thought that i was acting a bit too smart by not writing their records properly. But they still don't know that i spent more time writing their record than i spend for mine just to make it look OKAY OKAY and unfortunately they were never happy. God!!!! now when i think of it, their threatening remarks once actually made me cry. Now i realise how dumb i was to cry on such matters like ragging and that too SENIORS... Back to the point, we went for our freshy cum farewell to Yercaud, a small hill station on Kerala -Tamil Nadu border... It was nice... something cooler than trichy is anyday welcome!!! But the best part was we got to know our seniors really well which we wouldn't have otherwise. Maybe now i realise how important they are...
God!!! Not even a week in home and all these college memories are already overflowing... maybe i should stop cause i don't wish to start missing college right from the day i arrive at home...
(original post May, 2007)
17 August, 2007
I miss the "..." :(
"...", a three dot follow up, after almost every sentence had been such a part and parcel of whatever i write. It comes so spontaneously, so without thinking... see again i end up putting the three dots. It seems like a silence which can speak. A silence which speaks whats already in the writer's mind and the reader just knows it.
Recently in college, a senior who's really good at writing was reading one of my write-ups, overfilled with dots, as if most of it was was on the reader to comprehend. This great senior did a kind job of telling me that the three dot follow up isn't a good writing practice. Well, since then i've been trying my best not to use the dots but they seem to come up so often, so spontaneously, so reluctant to leave me... Each time after wriitng when i discover that again unknowingly i had filled it with dots, i would trail back, trying hard to replace every dot with a coma or a full stop or anything but whatever maybe the dots seem to look so perfect in its place, so unreplaceable! I have tried to do the same with this entry too but couldn't resist using it in two places. :(
I donno what made me write on this today...
again i use but console myself, "Its unreplacable" :p
Original Post: May, 2007
Recently in college, a senior who's really good at writing was reading one of my write-ups, overfilled with dots, as if most of it was was on the reader to comprehend. This great senior did a kind job of telling me that the three dot follow up isn't a good writing practice. Well, since then i've been trying my best not to use the dots but they seem to come up so often, so spontaneously, so reluctant to leave me... Each time after wriitng when i discover that again unknowingly i had filled it with dots, i would trail back, trying hard to replace every dot with a coma or a full stop or anything but whatever maybe the dots seem to look so perfect in its place, so unreplaceable! I have tried to do the same with this entry too but couldn't resist using it in two places. :(
I donno what made me write on this today...
again i use but console myself, "Its unreplacable" :p
Original Post: May, 2007
16 August, 2007
Phase 2: Life at NITT
Leaving behind those school days…
Those days…
Carelessly spent with friends,
Sincerely studying like a perfect bookworm,
Always ready with a dozen of doubts to ask teacher,
Parents always there through every problem, every decision.
Now stepping into the college days…
These days…
First class happened to be math…a complete OHT
OHT: Over Head Transmission
An experience never experienced before,
And then accumulated some guts to stop sir outside class and ask doubts,
A perfect flop cause he wasn’t ready to come down to my level,
And I was too adamant to go up to his level,
Only solution: no more asking doubts to professors.
Took time to actually realize…
This is not school anymore,
Where we’ll have teachers ever ready to explain until the concept is completely drilled,
And that professors will never come down to our level,
Somehow we have to make the effort to reach their level,
No more of the “spoon-feeding business” of school works here,
Slogging out through “self studies” is the only funda that works in college.
College friends…
A topic by itself…
Someone had told me: college friends you will remember forever,
Don’t know how far it is true...
Have to pass out college first to judge the consistency of the statement.
Takes some effort initially to strike a cord with roommates…
But if everyone gets roommates like mine, then life becomes simpler.
Today nothing can we do without each other: The Trio
Even while entering the icy, a place strictly forbidden to first years,
We have to be together, our policy: Do masti together and get screwed together.
And ya there are friends you just happen to meet “by chance”
And will remember all your life.
Ohh Ragging…
How could I forget that
Even after finishing one semester in college,
Cant really decide whether we were ever ragged or “chaated” according to nitt dictionary,
For the first time happy to be a girl: no scores…
But ya seniors work is not to be spared
And their usual chaat sessions,
Used to get me thinking how jobless one should be to chaat ME:
ME… the most boring person in NITT.
Hats off to the seniors who actually have eyes
To spot you entering the icy, juicy or snacky
When you are 200% sure that not a soul will catch you entering.
But ya they are our great seniors
And we have to life with them for 3 years until we become seniors
But somehow… though seniors screw us for the most “arbit” reasons
They do help us in someway, somehow that I am yet to figure out.
Mess Food…
My apparent favourite cuisine
A perfect good bye to the yummy home made food
And a warm embrace to the mess food cooked my our great akkas,
Variety is what we get over here…
That will actually make one learn the entire menu list from Monday through Sunday,
Cause it never changes…
Science says “Every phenomenon is dynamic”
But anyone who has been to our mess,
Will me forced to modify the statement to “Mess menu is static.”
This is a just a glimpse of college life
As seen by me…
In just the first semester
Another 4 years to live in this place
“Home away from home”
Well is it really a home???
Is a question I always ask myself
And I think I found the answer in these holidays
Cause I already started missing college life terribly!!!!!
Those days…
Carelessly spent with friends,
Sincerely studying like a perfect bookworm,
Always ready with a dozen of doubts to ask teacher,
Parents always there through every problem, every decision.
Now stepping into the college days…
These days…
First class happened to be math…a complete OHT
OHT: Over Head Transmission
An experience never experienced before,
And then accumulated some guts to stop sir outside class and ask doubts,
A perfect flop cause he wasn’t ready to come down to my level,
And I was too adamant to go up to his level,
Only solution: no more asking doubts to professors.
Took time to actually realize…
This is not school anymore,
Where we’ll have teachers ever ready to explain until the concept is completely drilled,
And that professors will never come down to our level,
Somehow we have to make the effort to reach their level,
No more of the “spoon-feeding business” of school works here,
Slogging out through “self studies” is the only funda that works in college.
College friends…
A topic by itself…
Someone had told me: college friends you will remember forever,
Don’t know how far it is true...
Have to pass out college first to judge the consistency of the statement.
Takes some effort initially to strike a cord with roommates…
But if everyone gets roommates like mine, then life becomes simpler.
Today nothing can we do without each other: The Trio
Even while entering the icy, a place strictly forbidden to first years,
We have to be together, our policy: Do masti together and get screwed together.
And ya there are friends you just happen to meet “by chance”
And will remember all your life.
Ohh Ragging…
How could I forget that
Even after finishing one semester in college,
Cant really decide whether we were ever ragged or “chaated” according to nitt dictionary,
For the first time happy to be a girl: no scores…
But ya seniors work is not to be spared
And their usual chaat sessions,
Used to get me thinking how jobless one should be to chaat ME:
ME… the most boring person in NITT.
Hats off to the seniors who actually have eyes
To spot you entering the icy, juicy or snacky
When you are 200% sure that not a soul will catch you entering.
But ya they are our great seniors
And we have to life with them for 3 years until we become seniors
But somehow… though seniors screw us for the most “arbit” reasons
They do help us in someway, somehow that I am yet to figure out.
Mess Food…
My apparent favourite cuisine
A perfect good bye to the yummy home made food
And a warm embrace to the mess food cooked my our great akkas,
Variety is what we get over here…
That will actually make one learn the entire menu list from Monday through Sunday,
Cause it never changes…
Science says “Every phenomenon is dynamic”
But anyone who has been to our mess,
Will me forced to modify the statement to “Mess menu is static.”
This is a just a glimpse of college life
As seen by me…
In just the first semester
Another 4 years to live in this place
“Home away from home”
Well is it really a home???
Is a question I always ask myself
And I think I found the answer in these holidays
Cause I already started missing college life terribly!!!!!
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