NiTC: My story... ....:: Episode 2 ::..

During this last days of my life at NiTC, the problem with my blogging is that, you know its easy to identify me, because of two reasons, one being the description detail in the blog and the second one that nobody else will be blogging this time of the year during the end semsters. :) Another thing that we (or i dont know whether its me) always loved is the loving seniors we had. Why the seniors were loving us too much. May be because of our attitude, our unity, may be because we were a group powerful of influencing an election at NiTC. I still do not know why. But I still know how and when it started. The timing in the first year where strict like 7 PM at A- hostel meant meant we were in at least by 7:15. I don't think the juniors will understand how it is to be having a Great chief warden.

If the question is "What is the importance of the timing here?" the  timing was important because in a month though it was exciting to be in the group we were feeling a bit too suffocated in the A-hostel. Then came tathva. Tathva the annual technical festival of NiTC.. was up next in the calendar and what seniors essentially needed was a good number of juniors to do the work for tathva.. and what we "the group who consisted of enough people to work" needed was a way out of hostel, and PAD work was the ultimate since we were all enthusiastic about it.. and so did we continue working for tathva and i hope they have never felt a lack of support from our year during our first year PAD Work there was not even need of calling for more people and there was a bond between our seniors and us. Then one thing we as a group loved and still love is to "GET THINGS DONE", if you feel this like boasting look out for more of this series of posts and  will tell you where it is really bad. But now we are talking about the first year where life is good and we are the best.

Not to deviate from the topic. Yes, we were capable of "GETTING THINGS DONE". And we did well about that for tathva PAD and during Tathva during the venue management and all we as a workforce could get things done easily. Then when describing my position during tathva being relatively a bit lazy as well as an inefficient worker, i enjoyed tathva by being a part of my love... and my passion "Mathematics". Being in love with maths was the reason for me coosing engineering. But i still made a mistake, my ove for Mathematics was its exactness and its beauty. and there was a field i hated in mathematics and engineering only considers that field. that field is calculus. Sorry for deviating from the topic, i spend most of the time explaining what "Brachistochron" Problem was.. because when i understood it i was fascinated by it. The small Physics and maths loving Me just enjoyed it.

The life followed on and our bonds became stronger, then after tathva since our ability was put at good use by seniors we became something at NiTC. Something we all were proud of. Yes, By then being in our  group " THE *********" actually became a thing to be proud of. Then came RAGAM. Then the reign was of the great seniors who fascinated us., led by the Gr8 senior of  "G" who we were all afraid of (due to respect). After all being  afraid of Final years was nothing to dent our pride. that was quite natural then. But we all admired his greatness as the General Secretary of College, and all dreamed three years later, we would be like this under the great leadership of "G".

And life during RAGAM was much more hectic and fun. To tell ya people, the first years inaugral show by Balabhaskar still tops my list of most enjoyed shows in NiTC. Then watching RAGAM from a volunteer's point of view was much fun. Similarly PAD work this time consisted of a lot of friendly seniors and enjoyed it. then did watch only one or two RAGAM events personally. After all we conducted RAGAM not watch RAGAM. Then life was fully hectic during the first semesters onlyon the night before Graphics, when you have to complete the graphics sheets which consisted of very illegibly written "Print legibly" on the sheet and before a nightmare 2-5 next day when your heart start beating fast when sir comes nears and marks our carefully marked line is 0.1 mm less or more. But the fact that we still studied a lot of Graphics taught by that great man, "The then chief warden" was understood only when the next sem a[pplications came in and we could at least understand that subject. The day before exams all my mates would be studying and me not used to that stuff will sleep peacefully after lookign around for some time then go write something. Thanks to relative grading out here, i passed the first two semesters..

Another thing i loved in this college was my seniors, they were like elder brothers to me. Being the eldest in a family is a bit bad, you get a lot of care and you tend to be a bit arrogant and feel important. But once i was hear i could be a better human being at least, they have loved me for whatever i have done for them, and since they love me, i never hesitated to do the things they asked me to do. They were my mentors and my helping hands and helped me to be a lot better than what i was. the help was not just from my seniors, My friends also guided me a lot. But for the fact they were friends who were seen as part of us, and seniors are usually seen as another entity, the special mention to seniors. ;). These are the two factors, the seniors and friends that made a better genteleman out of a rogue boy like me. :D

 

But then i'm telling of our year, i have been just telling of our group.. may be because we constitute most of the malayalees and then i do not know hindi people much. so as to comment on their lives ( I only know their names and occasionally ask "how are you", They were all good friends out there. We were all good friends during Onam we gave them a good "Sadhya".. during diwali we stood together when we burst crackers inside our hostel. Life was pretty much full of fun. Then there were also some part of malayalees who didnt really form a part of our group. I do not know may be because they are not exactly fascinated about the "koothara" style.. and liked a bit more professional and gaming type. May be they wanted to be secluded rather than being open. You never know. But still to tell though there were two groups we were united. Because there were always linking factors. One thing to be speaking about the group consisted of mostly freshers like me, so may be about the repeaters style, They might have thought isn't it a bit too much... I have occasionally thought so. But i was living in a college where i didnt want to have an image of a good boy. There was no use for it. I was never one. Though i was a studious spoon fed boy till twelveth, and i prefered the hard way out of that. Then their friendship level was at least for me very intimate like i always love, and whenever i have been with THE other guys i have felt a distance. That is what i felt at least and i was even proud of unity and our year then. Because people with diverse beliefs, diverse thoughts from different parts of the state discussing a lot of thiongs in different slangs of same language was always fun. I could always see a unity in diversity there too. There were a lot of cool friends too from out of the group but being inside was just another feel.

...Watch Out For More (as if there is someone actually reading this)...

PS: All characters appearing in this blog are real individuals. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely intentional. This blog only pertains to my views and it is certainly biased. But these stories i will be true to my conscience and will only be as i know it. It may be wrong from somebody else's view. I might have glorified a lot of things that may seem bad or undesirable those things are those i love and i might have missed somethings that i should have, maybe that is not important to me.. may be i have loathed a lot of glorious things, that will be the things i hate , but I am not at all ready to change my views and no complaints shall be entertained. But real suggestions are really welcome. Anyone is welcome to comment on this and if there is someone so pissed off do whatever you want, I simply don't mind. Tell me your opinion. Also please comment on my blog. Just i want to know whether somebody has actually read mine :P