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!!!!!