Down Memory Lane

Yesterday I visited college. Then out of the blue, it happened. A wave of nostalgia hit me, soaking me with memories of the past four years. A mini-tsunami, if you like.Similar to the artificial waves at WonderLa which I must say, are more powerful than they appear. Anyway..you get the point.

I was quite surprised myself. Was I really very sad about leaving the college I had been cribbing and complaining about for the past four years? As you might have guessed, the answer is a whole-hearted, perfervid, ardent, vehement, impassioned NO. ( thats right, Ive picked up the afore-mentioned adjectives from Barrons GRE word list, so its ok if you don't know all of them. In fact,if you do know all of them, why are you still reading this blog? Go read something more obscure, erudite, arcane.There I go again... )

I am not sad that I'll be leaving R.V.C.E. I'd be glad to collect my B.E course completion certificate which I think I have (un?)rightfully earned ( Assuming I pass RTOS of course..that dreadful pain-in-the-behind spoilsport of a subject ) Its time to move on,to other things in life...
But ( not supposed to start a sentence with but,but who cares? Did my previous sentence have two buts butted together, but for a tiny comma in between? cool... ) I know those carefree,unaccountable days of college life are now behind me. I've had a truly incredible time in college....

In spite of having to listen to the monotonous soporific drone of most of the teachers, whose teachings have thankfully not addled my brain. As yet.

In spite of having to stand in a crowded college bus for the entire period of my first year. Last time I heard, bus fees are close to eleven thousand rupees, so atleast the crowded bus problem is solved for my juniors.

In spite of the totally incomprehensible policies of the VTU, the unpredictable nature of which is rivaled only by the vagaries of the monsoon in India... both of which play havoc with innocent lives... I must add the VTU has got immense sadistic pleasure by taunting the engineering students of Karnataka in general, and those of the 2002-2006 batch in particular.

Well, as I said, I've still been able to enjoy college life. I've made a lot of friends, hopefully some for a lifetime. I've learnt a lot of lessons, most of them outside the classroom. I've maintained cordial ( what more do you expect?? ) relations with my teachers, who in all fairness were very kind and helpful..again, outside the classroom.

And despite the frivolous nature of most parts of this blog, I really mean it when I say I'm lucky to be part of this truly wonderful batch of 2006 E&C Department 'engineers'..many of whom are traveling thousands of miles away to pursue totally different dreams. Guys and girls..you made my day, a day four years long. ( Ahem...I think I will stop this sentimental stuff right now..any more would be downright embarrassing )

Here's wishing all my batchmates the best in whatever they do.

Why the hell does this blog exist anyway????

I am as baffled, dear reader, by the above question as you might be right now. Truth be told, this blog was created much before its purpose was envisioned... A bad analogy would be comparing this blog to an misbegotten child, but since my infertile brain is unable to come up with a better one, this one should suffice.

Well, my first post is ample proof of my blog's unprepared headlong dash into blogosphere. I mean, how many blogs start off the all important auspicious first post with a mere two words? A perfunctory remark acknowledging the reader is all one gets, which is also the exact manner in which I answer the telephone.

Anyway no point crying over spilt ink. Or pressed keystrokes. Whatever. I will try to make amends in this post... Here are two primary reasons that have impelled me to start this blog :

1) I wanting improvement of my abysmel English.
I'm exaggerating here, hope you got that. On a more serious note ( Start-> Accessories-> Notepad ... now open a new file and call it Serious ) I realized that throughout my engineering course, I have never put pen on paper on my own accord. The only time I wrote anything was during the internal and final exams, or during the few occasions I came late and had to sit in the first bench of PB Sir's class. Well, the occasional smart Alec among my readers may argue that by blogging, I am still not putting pen on paper. Let me inform him that my first draft is always on a piece of paper. So there.

2) Alternative career option of writing.
I guess this is a very valid point, especially in these days of hire and fire jobs. Whatever happened to good old job security? So beware, naive and trusting engineer, do not rush to the letterbox with rosy apparitions of your ( imaginary? ) girl/boy friend when you see a pink slip, for it carries a much more fiery message. Two lessons should thus be learnt by every engineer. Always keep a back up career option. And whether the reason is for love or for a living, stay away from pink slips. They are dangerous in more ways than one.

Here's a last piece of advice I may add :
Illicit beer backfires.
I know this may leave a bad taste in your mouth ( not the beer, the advice ) but there is a simple message hidden in the first few letters of each word. ( Copyright :Schwaggeneger )