So finally the monsoon has arrived, though I am not really fond of it. It maybe the perfect time for couples to cootchie-coo under large umbrellas at Bandstand, but try getting into a rush hour local while its pouring and you will realize its not romantic at all. I really hate it when my feet become all dirty and I have to walk in ankle length deep waters that have god-knows-what things floating around. I get my holidays during the monsoons so I under virtual house arrest because my Mom gets hysterical every time it thunders. But still you can't really hate monsoons because it offers welcome respite from the heat and floods your mind with memories just like it floods your streets. I must say my English is getting better these days. Really now, comparing nostalgia with flood waters!
We Indians share a love- hate relationship with the monsoon. We pray that it starts raining when we can’t bear the summer heat anymore, but when it does, we start cursing it for the inconvenience it causes. After days of gazing at the sky, I finally got to see some dark clouds. I was studying when it showered a bit at 2 am. For the next one hour I was at the window enjoying the mystic smell and nostalgia crept in. but it raining only for a few minutes and in the morning nobody believed me because the roads weren’t wet. So I think I was the only one to catch the technically first rains.
The next day, the actual rains started. I was having my dinner but by the time I came out of the building, it had stopped raining. Sorely disappointed, I came back home only to be inundated with smses from friends who were soaking in the rain. I cursed my luck and went back to, what else, studying.
The next day, I was leaving for my exams when I was greeted by a dust storm and I stood in the middle of the road, rubbing my eyes. I almost got knocked off by an auto as I was hurrying to the station. The paper was rotten so everyone was in a pretty bad mood. My friends and I were waiting for the train when all of a sudden it started raining. I don’t know what got into us, we rushed out of the station and started giggling like anything. We weren’t all soaked because it wasn’t raining that heavily, but it did uplift my mood.
And I can never forget the way people at the station were staring. But then, who cares?
I was having the time of my life. I really got nostalgic on the way back home and was rewinding all the memories associated with the rains for the rest of the day. But then I got back with a thud when I was reminded of my pending papers. Trust the University to kill your mood. Hats off to them!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Trials And Tribulations
I know I have been rather lazy and failed to regularly update my blog. I have realized that maintaining a blog is a tough task and I salute all those regular bloggers who come up with ingenious topics. I mean seriously, where do they get the ideas? I haven’t yet been hit by a brainwave for my blog as now, but I think tales of woe and suffering make an interesting topic. At least your own problems seem dwarfed by comparison.
For the past one and half months, I am stuck in a cycle of exam-submission-exam-viva-exam schedule. We were giving our unit tests when most of my classmates didn’t even know the name of the subjects. Cool, na? Managed to pass somehow. The test as a joke with many of my friends extremely proud of the marks I single digits. He he.
Someone seemed to have stepped up the accelerator and time just whizzed past me. All of as sudden we were inundated with assignments with few days to go before the final submission. Something of ‘Operation Pendulum’ (Five Point Someone, remember??) was planned and we divided the assignments. So a master copy of each assignment was available and if the professors had bothered to check, even the wrong stuff in it was Xeroxed. We call it ‘chapna’ coz everything is written as it is with no changes. Some guy came close to copying the role number too!
Then came the prelims and we braced ourselves for endless days of studies, books, coffee and midnight calls asking “Kitna hua padhke?” I was in mortal fear of falling asleep during the exams. The prelims were just the firecrackers; the actual bomb hadn’t yet been dropped. I gaped at the viva dates and realized my batch was having it day after tomorrow. Rocking life, isn’t it?? Don’t ask me how they went, I don’t remember it. With six days to go before the university papers, I was cursing myself for the times I procrastinated saying “Sab padhai PL me ho jayega”.
I am now done with four papers, one was good, two were ok-ok, and one was bad. Four down, two more to go. I think I will lose my nuts by the time I complete engineering. But then, not anyone can boast of surviving such a stressful phase.
P.S.
For all those who think I have magnified my woes and exaggerated my experiences in engineering, here is an interesting anecdote:
My friend was in a tearing hurry to catch a local train which had just arrived on the platform. She tried to get in but lost her balance because of the wet floor and was half inside the train and half on the platform. A group of elderly uncles noticed this and the usual racket ensued. She somehow managed to get in before the train started but not before one gentleman asked her, “Beta, are you an engineering student?”.
For the past one and half months, I am stuck in a cycle of exam-submission-exam-viva-exam schedule. We were giving our unit tests when most of my classmates didn’t even know the name of the subjects. Cool, na? Managed to pass somehow. The test as a joke with many of my friends extremely proud of the marks I single digits. He he.
Someone seemed to have stepped up the accelerator and time just whizzed past me. All of as sudden we were inundated with assignments with few days to go before the final submission. Something of ‘Operation Pendulum’ (Five Point Someone, remember??) was planned and we divided the assignments. So a master copy of each assignment was available and if the professors had bothered to check, even the wrong stuff in it was Xeroxed. We call it ‘chapna’ coz everything is written as it is with no changes. Some guy came close to copying the role number too!
Then came the prelims and we braced ourselves for endless days of studies, books, coffee and midnight calls asking “Kitna hua padhke?” I was in mortal fear of falling asleep during the exams. The prelims were just the firecrackers; the actual bomb hadn’t yet been dropped. I gaped at the viva dates and realized my batch was having it day after tomorrow. Rocking life, isn’t it?? Don’t ask me how they went, I don’t remember it. With six days to go before the university papers, I was cursing myself for the times I procrastinated saying “Sab padhai PL me ho jayega”.
I am now done with four papers, one was good, two were ok-ok, and one was bad. Four down, two more to go. I think I will lose my nuts by the time I complete engineering. But then, not anyone can boast of surviving such a stressful phase.
P.S.
For all those who think I have magnified my woes and exaggerated my experiences in engineering, here is an interesting anecdote:
My friend was in a tearing hurry to catch a local train which had just arrived on the platform. She tried to get in but lost her balance because of the wet floor and was half inside the train and half on the platform. A group of elderly uncles noticed this and the usual racket ensued. She somehow managed to get in before the train started but not before one gentleman asked her, “Beta, are you an engineering student?”.
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