My College Life...

The thought of writing down 4 yrs of my life in say some 400 lines scares me a little. (Probably the reason why I never WROTE about my school life). ‘4 years’ is a long time! I don’t want to miss out some important incidents that are in the back of my head. I don’t want to miss thanking some people who made this life memorable, and blaming others who made it miserable. :P I can’t possibly fit in this post or even in this entire blog about all the things I feel are important in 4 yrs of my college life. (3.5 till now but for comfortness sake let’s make it 4). What I do want this post to express is just things that managed to stand in front of my thoughts, some fresh, some buried with age, nevertheless equally leveled so they can easily tumble down into words.

I remember my 1^st day as good as any, beaming with pride getting the college of my dreams, with my head held very high since I scored well in 12^th, expecting special treatment and on the lookout for the reputedly good looking PSG girls. It wasn’t long before both the feelings came tumbling down in front of my eyes. ;) Number one: Everyone there was highly intelligent in one way or other (I’ll tell you later what other ways are there). Number two: Well, if you come to the campus you will know.  

Getting adjusted to a class of huge strength and getting to know new people made the 1^st sem whiz past in a swift flow. Prem Chander – the man of bad words, Krishna Sriram – the tilted head and Anirudh Krishna became my initial gang. Special mention must go to Crystle Marian Vincent for opening me to a new world of ‘how close girls can be like guys’. The second sem I have to say, was funnier having overcome the initial shyness, everyone ‘mingled’ with everyone. I got to know more about Niranjanaa Ragupathy the perfectionist (may be ambitious or just general disregard for socializing ;)) and Swetha Shivakumar. I vividly remember ‘ChillOut’ event and more so the fights among the class ppl that followed. By the end of 1^st yr some disliked me for being a show off (which I was!) and some liked me for their own reasons, and I was just left with ‘Why did I leave my school??’ feeling.

The second year carried it with some surprises and shocks. A mixture of feelings - cold traces of betrayal to be set right by warm hands of friendship. While my friends ‘puffed’ their way to glory I was a little left out and became a ‘not so guy’ guy thanks to Crys and Niru;) for coining that. All the time my school pal Balakrishnan (also in my college though in a different department) acted as a bridge between school and college, a refuge when the latter turned bitter. In the meantime my department went to a whole new level of pissing us students off by introducing some ‘persons’ some of who need to attend 1^st std English class before coming to teach us!! I couldn’t forget one particular ‘person’ who made all our lives miserable and who made the two Prems to come up with many torture mechanisms the noteworthy one being ‘Rat trap – Shakila movie’. Physics is all these guys need!

I could honestly, without a flinch say 3^rd yr is the one I enjoyed the most (for reasons that may or may not be my college related ;)). Things were pretty much the same, college sucked/was fun the same level as it did last yr. But my attitude towards everything changed and I came to terms with PSG Tech’s way of being. Some time back I told I would later explain ‘the other ways’ where one can excel. For one thing Krishna can roll without spilling a morsel sitting in a roller coaster ride!! Kudos man! Padhu can (given the right time and place) can teach anyone (oh yeah ANYONE!!) any subject and make them pass. Swetha could ‘nibble’ her way out of all problems. Crystle could smell and laugh at an ‘A joke’ miles away before even the guys could begin to spell ‘A’. Saranya gopal moved from Orkut to facebook with relentless online time. Niranjanaa as usual would do all the assignments the day before even the teacher can think of giving them.

Everything upgraded to the next version, my bus journey became a bike journey, we became pre-final years, Every one of us had or almost had a girlfriend ;). Prem anand’s muscles were bigger than ever it and it looked like it was only a matter of time before he burst into pieces by work out and meditation. Cigarettes became joints and MC became Bacardi. The years of closeness did what it does best - bring out the differences. More than ever I wanted to go back to school.

The 6^th sem things started to spice up a little… Breakups, jealousy, stupidity but 10 times more enjoyment and it’s to no wonder my cgpa took a gradual decrease from 1^st sem to 6^th  sem! I hit it off with a couple of new friends Murali Krishna and Jeevitha Balakrishnan. Murali who still pees in his pants at the thought of his mom catching him doing something remotely wrong and who watches Ben10 (  I know!!!), but very helpful when it comes to friendship. Jeevitha a girl who falsifies her appearance to be quiet and innocent but in reality quite the opposite! Thanks for the gifts btw I do remember the IM times! I can hardly forget the placement preparation we three had together!!

The 7^th sem and the placements that followed are in my previous posts. Ahh I missed someone who came along with me from my 12^th to this sem, a good friend Shilpa Suresh(in Bala’s department). You would have studied of something called ‘Noble’ or ‘Ideal’ gases in Chemistry. She is one such gas I mean girl; all I can see is an embodiment of all that is good and virtuous! No wonder she didn’t ‘bond’ with anyone :P. Sowmya Baskaran(a misery girl whose doors are always open for problems) and Prem Anand(the gym freak with a passion for buying and selling on ebay) became closer. My gang grew in number wide but I must say it failed to grow depth wise. The differences I mentioned earlier took its toll eventually but I am glad the part of the group who sticked together did their part well J              

      I am sitting now in the middle of the last year penning this while half of the people I mentioned above are working as interns, some opted out and continuing with college, some like me are waiting to leave as students and emerge as professionals (in what? I have NO idea). All of the above mentioned friends  (yes friends) will remain etched in the college chapter of my life, of course some carved deeper than the other. But all in all I couldn’t decide now if I made the right choice 4 years back in choosing PSG Tech while sitting in counseling in front of a computer that’s very much similar to the one I am in front of now. One and a half years back I thought that was the worst mistake I ever did, now I am doubtful if it was a mistake, maybe… just maybe I need a few more years and time’s dubious ways to realize the wonder that is PSG tech college life! 

VIT MUN - Part 2

Finally the day arrived (was forcefully reminded of the “suit up” by Barney ) and so I went to the DISEC(the council I am in) hall. As soon as I entered the hall I realized how small and inconspicuous can one go even with shining boots and neat suits. The aura around me screamed of law colleges, NIT’s, NUS, and several experienced participants who seemed as sure of themselves as T Rajendar is, except they do have the talent. All through the meeting I managed to keep myself from NOT getting embarrassed a great feat according to me.

               

 But once I got used to all the proceedings I kinda started to actually enjoy it. For people who don’t know how an MUN goes - there are some rules like you got to raise your country cards if you wanna take a leak or go out for personal stuff. (worst case you may not be given permission to go!).  There was a ‘Point of Entertainment’ where apparently one can do whatever one wants and they do mean it when they said ‘whatever’. Delegates went berserk and started dancing and singing. For a guy like me where the thought of dancing is only in movies(or in my own room) I was slightly intimidated by how soon random dance couples started forming in the hall. :P

             

   Mexico would have been reasonably proud of my performance.  I didn’t embarrass her nor made situation difficult for her. Mexico by the end of the day was as it was before the start. NON-EXISTENT ;P. (in spite of some valiant attempts from my side to start some moderated caucuses). If my country didn’t make a difference then Bala’s committee by itself didn’t make any difference on him ;). My friend’s council (IMF )I learnt was superbly mundane. Shilpa had a few remarkable experiences of her own getting caught late out of girls hostel ( I dunno why they have one seeing most are roaming with one or more boys all the time!) and running along with us to catch a train( the train stops only for 3 mins at our station which we knew 2 mins after it stopped) on our return journey. Her picture perfect life was threatened its perfect-ness in these few days of affiliation with us :P.  (But still she managed to to get away with a prize!! )

                

All in all it was a wonderful experience, thanks to Bala I now could see how small a world I have been living in. Thanks to my parents who believed me as soon as I said I am really into this MUN thingy. What I thought would be a chilled out IV kind of trip turned out to be one of the most useful and wonderful experiences in my life.

VIT MUN - Part 1

Everything seems to be so chilled out now. I stop my bike to enjoy the occasional rain droplets, I no longer grumble when someone pushes his/her way in front of me while in a queue, I even find time to delete the unused files and icons from my PC ;). Things are going just fine and I wanted to gear it up a little and then my mobile vibrated. It was Bala (ma iskool pal) on the other end asking if I am interested in participating in VIT Model United Nations. 

            Now guys while his intention and thoughts were full and undivided for the MUN experience only, mine stopped responding to any sound after the word VIT. My mind drew images of random chicks at their best ‘dress code’ there and I immediately grabbed the opportunity. ;) I, Bala and Shilpa (another brainy friend of mine) set about to VIT with each of us having a will of our own. We reached there a day before MUN.

            We were greeted by a wonderful campus. Especially to us PSG-ians who are used to seeing every inch of habitable land covered by crude buildings, this campus with its plush greenery added with scantily clad girls were a real treat! Purpose served I happily went to my allocated room but found it to be a dorm with around 30 participants dumped like in a zoo. Hospitality sucked with little or no security for our stuff so we were forced to carry our stuff hanging around the neck like a porter, every time we made a try on some good looking girl. :P You could imagine our chances.

            We took a few photographs, ogled at all the girls (I don’t discriminate any) around, admired the infrastructure, chatted our way and enjoyed the food. Shilpa returned to her hostel, I and Bala returned to ours and tucked in early to be fresh for tomorrow.

A could-be second milestone in my life…

                OK first of all I apologize for the long break. What was it? A month and a half I guess. Well I took a break not only from blogging but also from almost every single aspect of my life that could imbibe my time that would otherwise be successfully dedicated to ‘placement preparation’. Yes, I in my final year of college, just like every other final yr student (at least those who came for studying), was to the most part sucked into a whirlpool of written tests, interviews and the preparation they need.

            You guessed it right, the fact that I am writing this now could only mean that it was all fruitful in the end and the other end of whirlpool, when I surfaced found it to be Cisco systems, Bangalore. J I am pleased to say my fellow audience, (forget the modesty, I am too happy to be worried about being humble now) I got myself an internship in eBay and got placed in Mu sigma and Cisco Systems. That said let’s rewind a few days and start from its inception (the word has become a cliché lately… Sad).  

            Starting with DE Shaw – what an engineering student will call the king of companies for its sheer magnanimity in pay package, on it went like a roller coaster ride passing through a blur of companies. Before the churning in my stomach grew to an unbearable pinnacle my stop arrived (sigh!!). But I sure can hear it rolling for my fellow college mates out there even when I am penning this.

            Every final year student could split his final year as BP and AP standing for Before and After Placed. Yes, so is the change it could bring about on you and especially the people and environment around you. Call it prejudice or just my imagination but I really feel people actually respect and listen to you in AP more than in BP. It doesn’t end there. Even you yourself may find some things that annoyed you in BP are actually tolerable, if not funny in AP. You would become this all helpey-helpey, I-take-a-stand-in-everything, so-sure-about-yourself guy. Funny right? What all a “Congratulations, You’re selected” could do in your life. 

Kadavul vaazthu

I had always wanted to do things professionally, meticulous in it, be it preparing a write up for some conference, or proposing to some random girl ;) the thought that comes first to my mind is –stick to the rules! I was seldom successful in sticking(?!?) to it till d end.( Read it once again. I said I had always WANTED to). So here I am exercising the pedant in me who has had a sedentary life for so long that he forgot daylight. J A poem to God, what I came to know in my 6^th std as ‘Kadavul vaazhthu’ is how writers usually start their works of literature. Below is my version of ‘Kadavul vaazhthu’.

Prayers to thee Oh Lord,

Prayers to thee!

Give me courage an ounce more than the fear I face -

To embrace all the happenings around here.

Give me the power to write my own fate,

I shouldn’t regret a thing, now or ‘late’;

Bless me with a merciful heart -

A mind that understands what is right and what is not

          Preach me the meaning of love,

          To find silence in disturbance,

          To find peace in a raging feud,

          To be with myself and enjoy the solitude.

Prayers to thee Oh Lord,

Prayers to thee –

Make me understand the purpose of this life,

You have so graciously bestowed upon me.

Here goes nothing!

When I started writing my first blog at the age of 20 (in other words the no. of years I have wasted) the same thought that would have irked millions of my fellow bloggers around the world, disturbed me as well. How to set the wheels in motion? What am I to start with that would sufficiently satisfy all my would be followers ;) who, mind you, are of varied taste (some even don’t know English, beat that! ) and that at the same time won’t make me one of those customary, tradition sticking, bloggers? What can I say in these few lines that can be different and intriguing that wiki had not already posted? Pondering to myself, I let my eyes rove over the screen and it came to a screeching halt on the name of the blog - “Everything I wish to say”. Hey! Then that means the above lines by themselves qualify for starters!!! So here I go posting ma very 1^st post hoping against hope that my journey into this sea of blogging finds a safe landing J

P.S. For those mentally handicapped people who still did not understand, this is not a COMPLETELY useless ‘starting paragraph’. I have explained my title!