sharp curve ahead
Milestone turning point sharp cliff drop dead and yea I am an engineer (provisionally though and if EBG has a sore fight with his wife I will get to be one within five years. So now what does it mean to be a BE in Anna University?
If you have a taste for surprises shocks jolts and quirks of fate then you are a candidate for the course. Add to it the fact that you should have a strong heart to live through nightmares that haunt you even after the semester exams, you know the typical stuff like you writing the exam and flunking and then you wake up shouting “NAHIN!!!” in AU you get used to it so much that a dream like that would make you react “Thank god only one arrear this time turn around and sleep. Talking about jolts and quirks of fate, you must realize that all turns are dangerous and no news is good news except if you are a masochist. You have done a paper exceedingly and then check the result believe me it shows u an F talk about insinuating innuendoes, you have done a paper badly and you don’t expect to pass then it still shows you an F again bottom line, every semester reminds you of the fact that one weak moment and the end begins (I am not talking about safe sex though it is a far more interesting topic) I mean it would do just fine if the legend changed to “middle finger “ for all fail marks and “sneer” for all pass marks cos wither way life is screwed up.
Now so you write your boards and with all the lectures of 12th being turning pint and blah, you write tnpcee and end up in counseling in first few days, father happy mother happy you beaming and take up let us say EEE in Anna univ, and the counseling officer actually grins “BAKRA” you don’t seem to hear it so go to visit friends and relatives to share the news about admission and they say “Paavam…” you still do not realize and then first semester results, you realize it is too late.
Oh if you thought the only variety that our univ offers is in flunking u in evaluation then it is a mistake. The univ has special offers through out the semester. Like it gives you Greek and gibberish papers, stuff that belong to an alien subject and I guess next step would be papers in ancient Hebrew or hieroglyphic though most of the time it really doesn’t make a difference to lives like mine. Not that I am a polyglot but that I have been tested by time enough. So you are yearning to be a topper, you study all night mommy gives kaapi chai and all that you burn the midnight oil and all that for paper A and end up in the exam hall, determined to crack the paper come what may (typical Armageddon ishtyle”) and then you get the paper, “hullo escuse me this paper has problems why there are numbers and formulas, eh? What is compulsory question saying, then you check the code of your paper, yes it is your paper bad no no worst paper no theory okay” and then you look around to see half the hall empty (the wiser lot know that time is more precious than marks) so you go into delirium and blabber all the stuff that you can remember (believe me memory is also elusive here) so midnight oil kaapi chai hit for a sixer and you write all that you know and exit suddenly remembering the Hindu philosophy of god and his existence. You have pledged your hair and a lot of other strenuous physical activity to some god or the other to help you pass the subject. Then the results come, yes that guy in front of you left hall in 40 min passed but you are left with a tonsured head aching legs due to running around temples and of course an arrear (God shows middle finger) so you writhe in pain and become crazy or mad and end up writing blogs like these after two or three years.
There are additional attractions that add to the univ usp. That is paper leakage, chasing and of course the new scandal. I call it the theory of evolution. You screw a guy’s life big time, then he realizes it slowly and his posterity is born with protective sheath in the backside to prevent screwing. But you impale that sheath too and the univ suddenly realizes that there is malpractice and cracks down upon criminals who have been working very secretively (yea sure)
So doing all this for four years, you either end up in a bedlam or write crazy blogs and if you are the adventurous you will be shown on TV covering your face with a handkerchief….
Oruganty
If you have a taste for surprises shocks jolts and quirks of fate then you are a candidate for the course. Add to it the fact that you should have a strong heart to live through nightmares that haunt you even after the semester exams, you know the typical stuff like you writing the exam and flunking and then you wake up shouting “NAHIN!!!” in AU you get used to it so much that a dream like that would make you react “Thank god only one arrear this time turn around and sleep. Talking about jolts and quirks of fate, you must realize that all turns are dangerous and no news is good news except if you are a masochist. You have done a paper exceedingly and then check the result believe me it shows u an F talk about insinuating innuendoes, you have done a paper badly and you don’t expect to pass then it still shows you an F again bottom line, every semester reminds you of the fact that one weak moment and the end begins (I am not talking about safe sex though it is a far more interesting topic) I mean it would do just fine if the legend changed to “middle finger “ for all fail marks and “sneer” for all pass marks cos wither way life is screwed up.
Now so you write your boards and with all the lectures of 12th being turning pint and blah, you write tnpcee and end up in counseling in first few days, father happy mother happy you beaming and take up let us say EEE in Anna univ, and the counseling officer actually grins “BAKRA” you don’t seem to hear it so go to visit friends and relatives to share the news about admission and they say “Paavam…” you still do not realize and then first semester results, you realize it is too late.
Oh if you thought the only variety that our univ offers is in flunking u in evaluation then it is a mistake. The univ has special offers through out the semester. Like it gives you Greek and gibberish papers, stuff that belong to an alien subject and I guess next step would be papers in ancient Hebrew or hieroglyphic though most of the time it really doesn’t make a difference to lives like mine. Not that I am a polyglot but that I have been tested by time enough. So you are yearning to be a topper, you study all night mommy gives kaapi chai and all that you burn the midnight oil and all that for paper A and end up in the exam hall, determined to crack the paper come what may (typical Armageddon ishtyle”) and then you get the paper, “hullo escuse me this paper has problems why there are numbers and formulas, eh? What is compulsory question saying, then you check the code of your paper, yes it is your paper bad no no worst paper no theory okay” and then you look around to see half the hall empty (the wiser lot know that time is more precious than marks) so you go into delirium and blabber all the stuff that you can remember (believe me memory is also elusive here) so midnight oil kaapi chai hit for a sixer and you write all that you know and exit suddenly remembering the Hindu philosophy of god and his existence. You have pledged your hair and a lot of other strenuous physical activity to some god or the other to help you pass the subject. Then the results come, yes that guy in front of you left hall in 40 min passed but you are left with a tonsured head aching legs due to running around temples and of course an arrear (God shows middle finger) so you writhe in pain and become crazy or mad and end up writing blogs like these after two or three years.
There are additional attractions that add to the univ usp. That is paper leakage, chasing and of course the new scandal. I call it the theory of evolution. You screw a guy’s life big time, then he realizes it slowly and his posterity is born with protective sheath in the backside to prevent screwing. But you impale that sheath too and the univ suddenly realizes that there is malpractice and cracks down upon criminals who have been working very secretively (yea sure)
So doing all this for four years, you either end up in a bedlam or write crazy blogs and if you are the adventurous you will be shown on TV covering your face with a handkerchief….
Oruganty
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