Nurturing a dream is one thing and getting nurtured (unnurtured in this case! ) is another.
Engineering was/is one such nurture.
Much of my thoughts, like of many others wistfully sublimed when shot with what next after school.
Hardly a made up matter, but it WAS and HAD to be engineering!
And there were definitely many reasons to it, not one being redundant
Finally, I am in an engineering college to air the reasons.
The Fresher Year was fun. All we had to do was get ragged by seniors, awe at the marvelous campus and the pen-ultimate would be to find the answers to many a questions that we actually sung… like Somewhere I Belong by Linkin’ Park, but yeah hardly study. It’s like a reward for the extreme ‘tortures’ that we faced in answering all those coveted (Yeah right!) engineering entrance exams. Not to forget the difficult times to choose which college would be our den for the next four years.
Later in our post-junior year, the scene:
Academics (Here, it is personified, mind you!) as if in frustration gives you back all that you ‘possibly’ deserve…
Like deadlines for completion of journals, no notes and material to study from, attendance issues, sad outdated frustration-invoking subjects, sadder classmates who’d be nine pointers cause they’ve got the awesome, flattering ability to rataa-marofy every single line in the text book and so on…
Output: Utter frustration, fed-up feeling and an attempt to unbelong to engineering.
But hello, all these feelings are invoked internally, like in program compiling.
But, you possibly wouldn’t succumb to all those. At the most, all you could do as a consequence of the invoking would be crib to like-minded studs (other frustu engicos! :P), give up for a few days… (Engineering ultimately sucks you in!) and in my case would be writing a yayaver blog! (LOL!)
But hey Mr. Engg ain’t that bad. The infinite techie terms which engineering teaches us find their way recursively in blogging rather than my sem-end answer booklets!
One example:
Me and a group of friends were treating ourselves for dessert at Baskin Robin’s.
The infinite flavors available always put us in a fix.
Me- “Hey, I think I’d satisfy myself with World Class Choc” (It’s a flavor!)
A friend- “Hot choc over pineapple for me.”
Me- (Getting tempted by the hot choc topping…) “Hot choc topping for me too!”
A friend- “Err… Shradha, ain’t hot choc over World Class Choc a bit redundant?”
And that left me thinking about the word REDUNDANCY rather than the redundancy itself!
Boy, now that’s the story of how our ice-cream got a bit ‘techie’ised!
There are many more of these… I’d probably have a ‘blogfull’ of these!
Two more years of bliss with vengeance and I know I WOULD and HAVE to make it!
HAIL-O-ENGINEERING!
Duh! :P
