Achievement
Saturday, 28 April 2007
"Finally the sweat and toil of three years has paid off! "
These are the words that reverberated in the air as one hundred and eighty students appeared for their final project viva today, completing the final lap of the race that we set out to win, three years back.
Three years of non-stop CAMs, TEMs, submissions, demos, seminars, lab file completions, not to forget the harsh Vellore Sun and Idly, rasam with curd. The latter may still continue in the lives of most of the batch, placed mostly in Bangalore and Chennai.. But who minds that, now that VIT is out of our lives? ;-) Plus I have warmed up to the idea of steaming hot Idlis and a hot cuppa coffee being a decent Breakfast dish as also the goodness of curd rice as a gentle soothing lunch in the sweltering Southern heat.
I still remember the first time I came to Vellore. The first sight was a man in the station lifting his Lungi into a mini skirt.. The second scene was a group of Auto drivers (later on renamed as Annas), shouting only two words "CMCaa?" and "VITaa?"! So we chose the best bargain amongst the half shouting "VITaa". The next scene was the auto's horn (more precisely, the "bhopu") blaring away its rubber belly to glory.. all the way to VIT. At 2 AM in the morning!
What came next can only be described as something out of a movie set.
From gigantic Technology towers to shiny black roads to the railways chugging their way through in between the campus.. It was going to be quite a surreal experience, I believed. And so it turned out to be. From the first day on, when I was told to open the EZ drive. I tried and tried, but EZ: just wouldn’t run! Psst.. a voice near me advised.. Try only the last letter. I did, and it worked! I exchanged my first wink . Since that day there’s been no looking back. When asked the spelling of my name "m-u-n-m-u-n" never worked. So I resorted to "yum-yoo-yen-yet yanother yum-yoo-yen", as naturally as I had gotten accustomed to curd rice in my life. Well, I didn’t have much of an option.Roti became pappad and pappad became Roti. Sambhar replaced Daal and buttermilk became my new energy drink. Two glasses of that, and I was ready to tackle Microprocessors (in second semester), Analysis of algorithms and design (in fourth semester) and Computer Graphics (in fifth semester). The bickering, the buttering, the betting and the bitching. Been there, seen it all. The only relief was the cool gang of friends I made there.
Three years of non-stop CAMs, TEMs, submissions, demos, seminars, lab file completions, not to forget the harsh Vellore Sun and Idly, rasam with curd. The latter may still continue in the lives of most of the batch, placed mostly in Bangalore and Chennai.. But who minds that, now that VIT is out of our lives? ;-) Plus I have warmed up to the idea of steaming hot Idlis and a hot cuppa coffee being a decent Breakfast dish as also the goodness of curd rice as a gentle soothing lunch in the sweltering Southern heat.
I still remember the first time I came to Vellore. The first sight was a man in the station lifting his Lungi into a mini skirt.. The second scene was a group of Auto drivers (later on renamed as Annas), shouting only two words "CMCaa?" and "VITaa?"! So we chose the best bargain amongst the half shouting "VITaa". The next scene was the auto's horn (more precisely, the "bhopu") blaring away its rubber belly to glory.. all the way to VIT. At 2 AM in the morning!
What came next can only be described as something out of a movie set.
From gigantic Technology towers to shiny black roads to the railways chugging their way through in between the campus.. It was going to be quite a surreal experience, I believed. And so it turned out to be. From the first day on, when I was told to open the EZ drive. I tried and tried, but EZ: just wouldn’t run! Psst.. a voice near me advised.. Try only the last letter. I did, and it worked! I exchanged my first wink . Since that day there’s been no looking back. When asked the spelling of my name "m-u-n-m-u-n" never worked. So I resorted to "yum-yoo-yen-yet yanother yum-yoo-yen", as naturally as I had gotten accustomed to curd rice in my life. Well, I didn’t have much of an option.Roti became pappad and pappad became Roti. Sambhar replaced Daal and buttermilk became my new energy drink. Two glasses of that, and I was ready to tackle Microprocessors (in second semester), Analysis of algorithms and design (in fourth semester) and Computer Graphics (in fifth semester). The bickering, the buttering, the betting and the bitching. Been there, seen it all. The only relief was the cool gang of friends I made there.
We would sit in the last bench and look at people fight for the first,
We would watch people haggling for half a mark and grew wise about insanity and thirst
We would see the boy and the girl talk in semi-darkness and blush when someone came
And then we saw the girl breaking the boy’s heart when the fruitful moment came.
I guess Love’s just a game. For those who have no shame.
We saw the class getting divided into unequal groups of those who weren’t placed and those who were.
There were dreams that we all had seen together. But, which for them had only brought dejection.
And then we saw the morbid days of people avoiding glances and helplessness and rejection.
We saw friends ditch friends: nonchalantly and without any chagrin
Sweet memories and salty tears: both present at the funeral of friendship, killed and left to bleed in the bin of accumulated sin.
But somehow, we have endured it all and come out fresh and wise.
With friends I can rely on, all my life.
Those were the days when each day weaved magic into our lives.
The chuckles, the roars of laughter, adding music to the youthful years of College life.
And though they shall come back no more, the memories shall always be..
Que sera sera.. whatever will be, will be…
We would watch people haggling for half a mark and grew wise about insanity and thirst
We would see the boy and the girl talk in semi-darkness and blush when someone came
And then we saw the girl breaking the boy’s heart when the fruitful moment came.
I guess Love’s just a game. For those who have no shame.
We saw the class getting divided into unequal groups of those who weren’t placed and those who were.
There were dreams that we all had seen together. But, which for them had only brought dejection.
And then we saw the morbid days of people avoiding glances and helplessness and rejection.
We saw friends ditch friends: nonchalantly and without any chagrin
Sweet memories and salty tears: both present at the funeral of friendship, killed and left to bleed in the bin of accumulated sin.
But somehow, we have endured it all and come out fresh and wise.
With friends I can rely on, all my life.
Those were the days when each day weaved magic into our lives.
The chuckles, the roars of laughter, adding music to the youthful years of College life.
And though they shall come back no more, the memories shall always be..
Que sera sera.. whatever will be, will be…
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