Things i learned in 2nd year...

           After a week holidays our college started and we are in 2-2 sem with backlogs. There was drastic change. Every one was worried about their looks. And the reason was juniors were about join. Some were looking to rag them and some were eagerly waiting to propose them. And one of them was Mr. Akhil. He was in love. She was our junior. Donno why I always get remembered of kangaroo when she walked. I still wonder why.

         ‘ In mechanics of motion, we have grasshopper, robert & straight line motion,’ our Kinematics sir was busy explaining the unit to the first 3 benches. Some were busy texting to their girl friends/boy friends. They were so experts that they don’t even bother to look at the keypad while typing. If JNTU introduces a new way of answering the exams by texting, then we would all finish our semester exams in just one day with our lightening speed of texting.

            We occupied our last bench and were laughing our asses off. The reason was Akhil. Akhil proposed and a junior girl disposed. We laughed more harder looking at Akhil’s face. That kangaroo had kicked my friend on his heart. His faced show the sign of rejection. Poor fellow. He tried his best to hide this matter but in college you cant hide anything. 

            I always tried to find an answer why girls answer ‘NO’ (Spontaneously) when a guy approach her. Why don’t they think for a minute. Does ‘I love you’ sound like ‘ Can I have your both kidneys’ for girls or the answer ‘NO’ is their birthright ? Some boys in my class dared to propose my class girls. Some boys were lucky, they got the answer ‘no’. And some unlucky boys got answer ‘yes’. May their soul rest in peace!!

            This remembered me of my love. I got betrayed by my girl. Since then I kept myself away from girls. hmm… past is past. Time has passed like wind. We finished our mid exams, our lab internals. And our main exams schedule and all in one released at same time.

          By the end of 2^nd year I have learned,

i)                   I learnt to say three very imp words for life:-
* Yes sir.
* Ok sir.
* I'll Just Do That sir.

ii)                Voice modulation during attendance time.

iii)              I learnt to:-
* Face Mondays.
* Fight For 5 Days.
* Wait For the Weekend.

iv)              I Never Believed In Luck But Engineering made me to believe when i saw my marks.

2nd Year.....

2^nd year

            ‘Bittu bhaiyya’ shouted Sid gathering all his energy. ‘Abhi aarhu saab’ a voice came from kitchen. We were in Dhaba near by our college.  Balu was on call.

             ‘Ok ok I will come in the evening. Ok ok. Ok. Ok then bye’. I was sure the call was from his dad coz he followed the same protocol of answering with minimum of 10 okies when ever he gets a call from him.

            We are seniors now. It took about 320 days to achieve this title.  Now, we officially have full access in college. Our class got divided into groups now. But still we all stand united. 

            ‘3 backlogs,’ I said sipping mineral water from my glass. ‘ Mine two,’ said Balu in a teasing tone. Nikhil cleared all his subjects with good percentage. And there was a tie in between me and Sid. But still he kept quite.

            ‘yeh lo saab aapka order. Methimalai Chicken,  Butter Chicken, Dal fry, Kaju paneer masala aur 8 roti,’ said bittu while serving the food. Sid’s silence broken after he finished his roti. ‘ 3 subjects not bad, we will clear them in coming supplementary exams,’ he said.  “ No discussion about studies and marks while eating,’ interrupted Balu. I was in a bad mood but still Chicken taste occupied my brain than Backlogs. 

           ‘ Get together in ADDA ( a pub ) not an bad idea,’ said I to change the topic. And it worked. This time even gadget geek responded with a nod. We were hosting an Gets party with our seniors unofficially. Our principal gave a foot stomping no when we approached him for his permission. We know his answer would be NO but we have to fulfill our Formality of asking him.

           ‘Am waiting for it,’ said Sid who was desperate to burn the dance floor with his dance. ‘yeah, lets see’ was Nikhil’s answer and as usually Balu was ready with his lame excuse to avoid the party. 

            The bill appeared, we shared the amount and started towards home. And through out journey, our car was filled with loud music and abnormal jokes. After 40 minutes of crazy drive, we reached my home. I got down and bid a bye to all the three.

   As I stepped into my  home, my mom came with a glass of juice as if I just returned from hunger strike. Mom’s love.. I felt guilty. I don’t know why. My younger brother engaged himself watching his favorite cartoon channel. He was laughing as hard he can watching ‘Tom & Jerry show’. That moment I realized that   It’s a curse to grow up.

   I couldn’t sleep that night. A feeling of guilty was hovering around me. The reason was my backlogs. It was my first time to fail. I was awake all the night.

   The next day, we came out of our Computer Lab with a hangover given by Fibonacci sequence programs. We were about to leave. All of a sudden, I heard ‘ I love you’.

          A girl was standing in front of Chetan. The girl looked puzzled and shocked. Even we were in the same state. It took about 5 minutes to reconstruct the scene…

Our senior girl was passing through the corridor. Chetan stopped her and said ‘ I love you’. The girl was surprised by his act. She gave a dirty look and went away.

All of a sudden, this issue became talk of the town. An another blunder from my Mechanical branch.

          It was not Chetan’s fault. As some one said ‘love is in the air’. We had plenty of trees in our campus and we had enough air.  To my surprise, my class too had love pairs. And as some one said , ‘love is blind’ is proved true.

         Blunder number three.  We bunked the college and celebrated our gets inspite of being warned by principal.

         ‘Suspend all these idiots’, said our principal breathing fire.  ‘And I will make you pay a heavy fine for this’ he added. Some people have a hobby of stamp collection and our principal has a hobby of fines collection.

         Our only hope was our H.O.D Mr. Ravinder. About Ravi sir, he was a man stuffed with vast knowledge in every mechanical subject. And used to support us in every minor issues  and as expected he came in our aid. He discussed the issue with our fine collector for about 30 minutes. And the talks were a success between ruling party and opposition party and we were left with no punishment. The lunch hour gave us a break from this issue. We gathered at our Spot ( tree ) and  We were on our job of passing comments, making fun of girls passing our way. Every girl used to have a library book in her hand. I always wonder what do this girls do with them. Coz half the girls who carry library books used to fail in exams.  Soon half the girls started using the other way to walk. To be precise, our comments never hurt anyone. Everyone took it jovially. 

           Our mid- exams have approached to screw our happiness. And time subjects were to tough. To be truthful, I never maintained notes. And my scores were 6,5,2,6,3,12  out of 20 in six subjects. And finally our final exams approached. We were eagerly waiting for our spiritual book “Spectrum all in one”. All in one is our Geetha, Quran & Bible for our Engineering students. Its our savior next to god. The all in one size was equal to telephone directory. We prepared..,  actually we tried to prepare but it dint work. And in addition to 2-1 sem exams, we had 1^st year Supplementary exams.   

            The first exam was production technology. I have to score 34 marks to pass. The questions were on casting, dies, welding etc., some how I wrote some meaning full answers and shown them to Balu. He copied half and left the remaining half because of his laziness. Sid was busy copying from a girl sitting in front of him. Nikhil was busy drawing something. Naren was in deep sleep. Next exam was java, I wrote an answer on networking and filled the other pages with 3 page programs. ( if you dare to execute the same on computer, definitely the system would crash ). This time Balu was busy writing his own programs. And the invigilator was asking me to cover my answer sheet putting me into most embarrassed situation.   And the next 4 exams were worst. I prayed silently for the person who gonna correct my answer sheet so that he doesn’t end him self in mental trauma. I treasured my all in one. I was sure I will reappear in supplementary exams.

            The results were out and displayed on notice board. I failed in 3 subjects. My total dint even crossed 200. I felt bad. But I left relaxed when Balu & Sid failed in 5 & 4 subjects respectively. Half the class got aggregate less than 50. I still remember that day, HOD jeered on whole class. Coz we were ranked no.1 in making mess and ranked last in terms of studies. And our class was shifted to the class adjacent to HOD room.                                     Checkmate.

Mean while...

                          In no time we four became a gang. Our routine work was to rush to canteen as soon as we enter the college. And we were the first in juniors to step into canteen. ‘No junior was ordered to get into canteen till 2^nd year’ this was the ultimatum passed by our principal to keep juniors away from Ragging. But we never cared the order. The canteen used to a place like where hungry jackels waiting for their prey enter into their trap. Nikhil and Sid used follow some of the orders passed by our seniors. But Balu and me never bowed to seniors. And this took to a situation where all our seniors got into fight with us. But still we never cared. 

                         Time passed as the wind. We became noted to all the staff for our mischievous works. And our branch was in black list. Our class was named as rough guys. The first junior to get suspended was from our class, Mr. Naren. The offence he did was to just walk into seniors lane. This was enough to get him pay fine. In addition to this menace, our performance in mid exams were below avg.

                         As days passed, our life turned into more horrifying scenario. Our Classical mechanical Sir used to make us solve problems on blackboard. Our C& DS ma’am used to explain 2 page programs on arrays and structures. Our M1 ma’am used to write some greek and latin symbols and board and an extension to it our MM ma’am gave us algebraic fever.

                        In next few months, We all were in stress to find out answers for Cantilever trusses, fought with Fourier series sums, sorting out the Bubble sort & quick sort programs, faced torture with Triple Integrals and used our intelligence to find out which one is Convergent and which one is Divergent. I hate this. All this was not shown in ‘Happy days” movie. We all students got betrayed by the movie.


                          In that chaotic life, we found some place and time to relieve our selves. Our favorite places were ‘Labs’. In Physics lab, we used to play with tensional pendulum. In Chemistry lab, we used to mix some random chemicals in order to release a pungent smell. And English Communication Lab was fun spot. No one was fluent in English and due to this the JAM sessions, role play  became hilarious comedy shows. 

                        There was tree on the way to the canteen and this tree was our hangout spot for fun. We all used to gather there in our breaks and laugh to the core by teasing other students and passing comments on girls, passing through that way.

                         And the time has come. JNTU announced the final exams date. Our final internal marks were displayed on notice board. We scanned through the list for our marks. I scored 16 on avg in all subjects. Sid scored 14 on avg. Balu was on 12 and our gang topper Nikhil settled with 18. As every student does, we too dreamt of scoring above 60%. But…..

                       18^th December 2008. The day which turned our fate. We got seated according to our roll numbers. As the bell rang, our invigilator started to distribute the question papers. Mathematics 1 was the subject. 

‘You may start answering now,’ was the call from the invigilator.

                    I scanned the question paper. The whole paper was filled with some sort of symbols. I tried to recollect the units I have prepared but in despair nothing was flashing. I looked at the class, some maths genius people already started answering the paper. Mr . Naren was also scribbling the answer sheet. Our gang topper Nikhil was not lifting his head from his answer sheet. ( he gave the same reply ‘ I dint prepare much’ when we asked him on the way to college)

                    Balu was right behind me. His no. was 331 and mine was 330. He already made his preparation to sleep during exam. I felt some one was staring at me. I looked out and found it was Sid. He exchanged smiles. The smiles said ‘ what the f*ck is this question paper’.

                   ‘Boy from the last 2^nd bench, start writing’ said our invigilator. For the next two and half hours I wrote some stupid answers trying to fill atleast 15 pages. Even Sid and Balu tried to write something. We three know that what we are writing is just Bullsh*t. but still we kept on writing. The final bell rang and we were ordered to put down our pens. We submitted our papers and came out the class as prisoners set free on 15^th august. It was our last exam and last day as juniors. We know we dint do well in the exam in spite of that we partied.

First day of my College...

First day…..

                   My alarm beeped again after I snoozed it for 3^rd time.  8.30am “oh god”! am late again. I sprang out my bed.  Took bath, selected a random pair of dress from my closet. It was 9am already. I came out of my room and my breakfast was already kept  on the table. My dad reclined on sofa and was watching some morning news channels.  He gave a look of ‘Late again’.  His frowned forehead spoke those words. His looks where interrupted by mom’s words ‘ Eat some more what’s the rush’?

Yes mom’s are like this. The shower of her love doesn’t stop no matter in what situation I’m in. My Mom is my savior in my home. She always backs me in all right and wrong things I do.

                   I quickly gulped the food.  Bid bye to my mom and started for my college. My college is about 23 kms away from my home. And to my restlessness, the autowala was leisurely driving enjoying the songs making me more late.  I too was submerged in the song ‘jil jil jiga’ of ‘Happy days’ enjoying its beats. This song explains what exactly is students life in college. I loved that movie.

                 Atlast I was in my college. Wait, where the hell is my mechanical class now? It was 10.05 am already. I looked around to ask someone. Luckily office boy was present busy collecting the attendance registers signed by the lecturers.

      “Can I know where is 1^st year mechanical class is” make it quick am new joinee, I said trying to breath.

       “First  class from first right from the entrance”, said office boy. I thanked him.

As I was nearing to the class, I heard a female voice trying to explain something in her top voice. The nearer I went the louder the voice was heard. 

    

write it down, the feminine voice ordered the class.

Her Dou x / dou y chants were interrupted by my knock. The whole class looks turned towards me. 

          “Yes”, she said to know what was my intention to interrupt her. “I’m new joiner ma’am” I said. “yeah come in and be seated”, she said. And even before I took my seat, she started her dou x/ dou y chants. I was looking for a seat in last benches but only the front row was empty. ( no matterwhat time you enter the class, you always find first row empty for you. )

           Left with no option I took my seat. Took out my new Classmate book and tried to write down the notes. Not this sh*t again. Differential equations chapter.. Same sh*t in intermediate. History repeats. I hate maths. To save myself from this disgusting math class I craned my neck to see my classmates. There were about 40-45 boys and 15-20 girls. I took a look towards the girls row. After seeing them, my disgusting Differential equations were looking more beautiful than them.

“ We will continue the left out problems tomorrow” our ma’am said. I was relieved. “And we gonna end this unit tomorrow itself” I was happy to hear the word ‘end’ in her sentence. The smile dint last longer as she continued ‘ and we gonna start new unit called ‘differential equations of 2^nd and higher order’.

Oh God!! Not again.

After the lecturer left the class, I scanned the whole class in order to see are there any familiar faces. Yes, there was a guy whom I know. Balakrishna. He was healthy ( I preferred word healthy coz he will kill me if I call him fat ). About him, Balu was a  brahmin boy with fair complexion with good height and most important thing is he always wore vermilion on his forehead. Education was his nightmare. His father paid 4 lakhs for his seat making his nightmare come true. I went to him and got introduced my self. He took enough time to recognize me. And next to him was Chetan, studious guy. He always kept his eyes glued on board. Beside to Chetan, another studious guy by name Anirudh was present. They were not of my type. I gave warm handshake to both and was talking to Balu. And we heard some loud laughs from the last bench of the 2^nd row. Another familiar face, Nikhil, my friend’s friend. I went near him and before I tried to introduce myself, he recognized me. And about Nikhil, he was a gadget geek. And a type of a guy who always say ‘I dint prepare for the exam,’ but attempts every question and scores good marks. Yes, we all have such a person in our gang who always lie.

The laughs were getting more louder, beside to Nikhil there was guy who was making fun of his neighbor by imitating in his accent. Yes he is my type of person. Nikhil took the initiative to introduce me to him. His name was Siddarth. About him, his parents stay in his village some where in Andhra. He came all the way to Hyderabad and stayed in a rent room in Kukatpally. Next to Balu, education was a nightmare to Sid. But a very good dancer. He was hungry all the time. Or We can say 24/7.