“Ab
ham sabhi bahut haste hain”
Indeed. But laughter is an
understatement. It’s rather a bunch of teenaged specimens from some
psycho-analysis laboratory bursting out in a hysteric outrage of insane
emotions. Quite a heavy line, but trust me the laughter is more “khatarnaak”
than this.
But it’s
good that we are laughing, at least it takes away the tension associated with
EE111 assignments. EE 111 Assignments are epic, the first stage involves people
slogging in their respective rooms for understanding what is being asked, after
10 hours or so, the second stage commences with everyone shifting their bases
to one odd room chosen totally randomly (Yes, we do put in those 6 hours for IC
102) and have ourselves indulging in group studies. It doesn’t take really long
for the third stage to begin; actually there is no predefined boundary. The
group discussions proceed to babel of confused frustrated minds, and i mean
that quite literally, visit a EE freshie wing the night before the submission
and you ought to get the feel of a fish market. But by the end of the third
stage, we have completed what was asked for, the assignment, and realise the
power of unity (making good citizens it seems). Next day we go for the quiz
just to realise to our unprovoked dismay that we know nothing at all. - “Bhool
gaya sab kuch, yaad nahi ab kuch.”
“Man, its
too risky to go this way” – exclaims a friend while we enter the gg building,
still sceptical on the probability of getting pooped upon. But even this
exclamation has a sense of overjoyed belongingness associated with it; i mean
who doesn’t enjoy birds having a nice time pooping on themJ. After
the ordeal of crossing audaciously, we bask in its glory. The department
of electrical engineering, that’s what sets us apart (i mean who has all the
birds welcoming them with a white carpet!), and synchronises us in a harmony of
individual minds flocking together.
“My name
is Manjunath, and i am not a madrasi”-touche! I take the privilege to write a
few lines for our revered IC 102 professor Manjunath D. I was about to begin my
daily struggle with probability now, and thought it better to put down some
words for this course. Probability couldn’t be better, to hypothesise would be
to bore if it weren’t for the chalks sacrificed for the betterment of the
class. IC102 has been a very linear ride for us. The state of not understanding
anything coupled with the state of what-to-do-I-am-getting-no-marks, have
proven to be as painless as possible. Mr. Seldon M Ross would make a perfect
sadist, for his not including the answers for the textual exercises. But
whatever it may be, IC 102 has been an interesting experience of its own. (Do
you agree? Yes/no/don’t know/don’t care!!)
“Mera
Naam Aditya hai, aur mai Vidyut abhiyantriki ka vidyarthi hoon” (my name is
Aditya and I am a student of electrical engineering). And so begun our
introduction with sophomores of our batch. I had got the Kashmir(the upper
shelf) view in the small pigeon hole rooms of H2 and my introduction had begun
the cascade of falling intro dominoes. With random sentences and their
derivations, with guys having a nice flirting in Kashmir and the regular Gali
fights, the introduction was fun for everyone. It really helped do one thing
for sure, opened up a communication corridor with our seniors. (But one thing I
wanna urge to the main building is to let these sophomores teach every freshmen
the FREQUENCY TIME GRPAHS officially, as IC 666 probably!)
I don’t
know but with the first semester nearing its end, I feel as new as I was five
months ago, yet there is a sense of complacence which sets in with every
passing day. A sense of being at home.
Thank you
Iit Bombay.
Ever
Euphoric
Aditya
Shankar.
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