it was the summer of `05

CHAPTER I

yeah it was

‘Engineers’, which was precisely what we wanted to become…most of us if not all. And at the end of it all we’ll not just take home our degree but something which will be with us for the rest of our lives…and that’s experience…and that’s what studying in an engineering college is all about…right folks???

‘Bahot kuch kiya, bahot nhi bhi kar paye,

Yeh char saal kabhi bhool toh nhi payenge

Jo bhi tha. jaisa bhi raha

ENGINEERS toh chalo hum kehlayenge…’

So with dese 4 remarkable years of my graduation commin 2 an end…I wud lyk 2 share sum about d tym dat flew by…

First things first…starting here with year 1

The longest year by far… n I think so because it was vastly different from what we lived in the rest n so memories have sustained a bit longer n is quite vivid…

1 yr…well it was typical…new place, new people, getting caught n being ragged n everything was underlined with a sense of excitement and novelty, we were constantly in the process of discovery. Most of us were away from home for the first time…we used miss our home, sometimes felt lonely too but still the spirits were high n slowly we came to grips to the facts that our lives had changed forever and nothing would be same as before…n it has proved true…

our abode

So coming to our hostel…well not the typical types n that made it so very interesting. it was more of a makeshift arrangement. Hostel was in the building meant 2 be classrooms in future so the rooms were big. Big enough for our own version of cricket matches. All the rooms were on the same floor separated by a channel, which was never closed however.

What the channel managed to do was keep the two sides a bit aloof of each other but more effectively in the initial days only… but still v had our different perception for each other…the east end boys were considered as ‘mamma’s boyz’ n the other end were of more roguish types… though many exceptions existed. I happened in mammas boys side n I do not consider it to be purely incidental

In the classrooms

Days were going by…classes were not very interesting though attending them was not as challenging as they have become today. Had our different set of friends there, n also we had the opportunity to woo the girls which was a bit difficult for us as hostlers…thanks to the dress code n cropped hair…

“Chal intro de” !!!

It always started with this line. Yes am talking about ‘THE RAGGING’

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