Vishvesharaya was one of the prominent engineers in the nation. His birthday September 15th is celebrated as ‘Engineer’s Day’. Now thank us for providing this info...we bet many of you didn’t know about it ;-P................. we need his blessings
So let’s get to the topic...
What exactly we want to write in this post is about all the sane (you know what to read...hehe), creative things we did in college, hostel and well outside. So let’s get started (again cliché!!!)
Our first class was on September 17th, 2008. Each and every one of us (especially hostellers) were wearing one of those dull face and some fellow people like us (Nambiar and Nair) were extremely unhappy with the uniform system of our college because we dreamt of going to college in our favourite jeans and Tees.. But all went in vain. Alas!
*first year, first class- it was quite shocking when our humanities professor asked Shreya ‘the tone deaf’ Nair to sing a song...which she politely refused (see how caring she is.. she didn’t want to massacre the whole new class who were looking at her with puppy eyes.. ‘most of them looked like cretins to me’ she recollects :D) okay... forgive him, ‘to err is human’. But the biggest blunder of the day was when he requested Shreya ‘not the Ghoshal’ Nambiar to sing few lines.. but actually the worst part was when she agreed (“ewww...what was she thinking!?”- Nair) and the Nambiar sang ‘aapki nazron ne samja’ with jumbled lyrics... Guess she was trying to test her Sir and classmates on their rearranging skills!!
And the tragedy was that one of the girls in class liked it..... but that didn’t last long, as the girl asked her to sing her favourite song later on, which well...you know...ummm...the girl was hospitalised for a day, reason- trauma!!!
*okay...enough of sa re ga ma pa....we are engineering students, so let’s talk about Amul baby....oops sorry btech (habit you know :-P)
The deadliest subject in first year was ENGINEERING GRAPHICS. We, idiots could never imagine any prism, the top, front and side view of objects and put it to the big stubborn sheets, say we were the ‘Darsheel Safari’s(the dyslexic kid of Taare zameen par) of graphics. We had this really handsome sir...both of us were dumbstruck, ‘coz none of our batch mates were as good as him... Nair used to have Goosebumps all the time he is around. She couldn’t even talk to him properly, she was short of words.
Love was in the air of graphics hall, but it never passed by his side.....sigh!! Well then she was forced to forget him, when he left the college for some other job (maybe where there are no Nairs ;-))
Mini Drafter- the machine gun look alike “tool” or “weapon” we use to set the bloody sheet in place and to draw some crappy stuff. We shot many people from the bus on the way back hostel using the same! One senior claimed to have seriously injured with the shot, and remember Nair apologising to him “sorry...did it hurt much? Are you fine?” seriously!!!! It took her few minutes to actually realise that it was drafter she shot him with!!! Height of idiocy!!
*Well juniors...especially during their first years , fumble when they see the seniors. Another example of the above said height of idiocy was shown by Nambiar.
At the office, Nambiar along with few other friends saw some girls. Keen to know whether they were first years Nambiar went up to them and asked “hey ..!! Are you first years??” Furious reply came from their side (Final year students they were..:D) asking her to apologize and ask them with respect. Poor Nambiar asked them with utmost sincerity “Chechi chechi... Are you first years???” (P.S. chechi means didi in Hindi) Well you can guess what happened next. From then on ...She swore not to be seen around them again.
*****To be continued*****
