IIT Kanpur
Time: 11 pm, 24 Aug 09; Location: here, there , everywhere...
Yesterday, I was watching some videos from IIT Kanpur on you tube, when some thing struck me and compelled me to write this one down. Although, I am tired of writing some stuff about myself for B school application, I have still shown the courage to write on this topic. In case of this school, I think the challenge is not to write an essay, but to restrict it by word limit. Sometimes I feel that last essay is like a combination of questions, yet you have only 300 words to answer - height of nainsaafi. So in this age of freedom of expression / sach ka samna / jaswant singh, I am bearing with it.
Anyway, I was mentioning about IIT kanpur. Anyone who went to that school would understand what I mean when I say "nostalgia". Going to refill your water bottle at 3 am, refill stomach at 12:30 am, feeling the need to refill life every 15 min by bulla or tulla sessions and waiting for scandals … perhaps on newsgroups, emails or orkut…
I think Profs of chemical engineering were very fond of making people sick and tired of assignments, while in the recruitment drive people asked only about co curricular…. What rubbish?…do they even know what it is to keep doing endless assignments in the light of intellect of 10 other girls… and then, reconciling everything is a hell of another task, applying your own tiny brain to fill the holes in everybody’s understanding and then finally working out some workable solutions…And after everything, boys had no hesitation in running around for the end product…!
I think the days work was so chaapu that to take breaks with boy friend in hall 4 canteen turned out to be a necessity. Of course copying down was one option, but then what if you like doing what you do? Is co curricular only way to tell what you are? has smartness got nothing to do with the day's work? If not, then why do profs bother? Anyway, I don’t care…I did what I really liked doing….
Every semester exam was another round of disasters….i think, I gradually learnt to read questions to the "full" and only then answer them. But probably, I learnt this only near the end of the degree. Yeah, I know, this was sad. But this tragedy was just too common. So many used to cry after the exam was over…some or the other stupidity. I think, we took it too seriously. But every bit made it memorable.
My neighbor in hostel had some special love for music. This is acceptable. But playing a single song for 3-4 days, 24 hrs, non stop, repeat mode and at fairly high volume…that makes it unacceptable. I still remember tripping down her room’s supply. What a punishment for her….i feel sorry.
Antaragni days had so much to offer: people, events, dance, music, discs blah blah…I feel sorry that I had to miss some parts of it as I couldn't be omnipresent, everyone was busy doing something, going out with friends, loving the food and events. Most of the junta managed to do anything including, but not limited to (evalueserve lingo!!!) watching, clapping and dancing… on stage or off stage, some managed more than these three...perhaps, I should not go into the details of that.
Then, there were some typical activities like canteens. Some other guys even did things like sitting in SIDBI and labs doing some einsteinian stuff…wow!…good na? Probably yes…but I will like to only fantasize about them. They surely brought some accolades to the college. Such people help others, like me, be happy about where they are.
Then there were these gh meetings, which were hot only when some restriction was posed on boys entry in GH. I was a firm supporter, at that time I was in first year. All first year girls were. Any restriction would have affected our future prospects. Thank heavens, profs showed some humanity and spared us.
Events were fun. Sometimes, other college students indulged in fights with us…
In techkriti, technical models were awesome. But IITk had little to do in it, apart from staging it. This was because some of us studied, but did assignments; other slept /copied/ played games/ socialized and still others only slept. By now, you must have begun guessing my feelings for profs. Quite contrary to what you are thinking, I loved them genuinely. Everything about this college makes me think of it as the best place I could have been at that time of my life. None other place in this world would have made me what I am. Every minute was full of some thing, and for me, it is difficult to give a specific name to what that thing was. But surely, whole experience was fun.
Probably, I can continue writing…about us and life at iitk, and still feel propelled. So many of us can write about what i've mentioned already and much more.
Orkut and facebook are making world so much smaller and better.
Yesterday, I was watching some videos from IIT Kanpur on you tube, when some thing struck me and compelled me to write this one down. Although, I am tired of writing some stuff about myself for B school application, I have still shown the courage to write on this topic. In case of this school, I think the challenge is not to write an essay, but to restrict it by word limit. Sometimes I feel that last essay is like a combination of questions, yet you have only 300 words to answer - height of nainsaafi. So in this age of freedom of expression / sach ka samna / jaswant singh, I am bearing with it.
Anyway, I was mentioning about IIT kanpur. Anyone who went to that school would understand what I mean when I say "nostalgia". Going to refill your water bottle at 3 am, refill stomach at 12:30 am, feeling the need to refill life every 15 min by bulla or tulla sessions and waiting for scandals … perhaps on newsgroups, emails or orkut…
I think Profs of chemical engineering were very fond of making people sick and tired of assignments, while in the recruitment drive people asked only about co curricular…. What rubbish?…do they even know what it is to keep doing endless assignments in the light of intellect of 10 other girls… and then, reconciling everything is a hell of another task, applying your own tiny brain to fill the holes in everybody’s understanding and then finally working out some workable solutions…And after everything, boys had no hesitation in running around for the end product…!
I think the days work was so chaapu that to take breaks with boy friend in hall 4 canteen turned out to be a necessity. Of course copying down was one option, but then what if you like doing what you do? Is co curricular only way to tell what you are? has smartness got nothing to do with the day's work? If not, then why do profs bother? Anyway, I don’t care…I did what I really liked doing….
Every semester exam was another round of disasters….i think, I gradually learnt to read questions to the "full" and only then answer them. But probably, I learnt this only near the end of the degree. Yeah, I know, this was sad. But this tragedy was just too common. So many used to cry after the exam was over…some or the other stupidity. I think, we took it too seriously. But every bit made it memorable.
My neighbor in hostel had some special love for music. This is acceptable. But playing a single song for 3-4 days, 24 hrs, non stop, repeat mode and at fairly high volume…that makes it unacceptable. I still remember tripping down her room’s supply. What a punishment for her….i feel sorry.
Antaragni days had so much to offer: people, events, dance, music, discs blah blah…I feel sorry that I had to miss some parts of it as I couldn't be omnipresent, everyone was busy doing something, going out with friends, loving the food and events. Most of the junta managed to do anything including, but not limited to (evalueserve lingo!!!) watching, clapping and dancing… on stage or off stage, some managed more than these three...perhaps, I should not go into the details of that.
Then, there were some typical activities like canteens. Some other guys even did things like sitting in SIDBI and labs doing some einsteinian stuff…wow!…good na? Probably yes…but I will like to only fantasize about them. They surely brought some accolades to the college. Such people help others, like me, be happy about where they are.
Then there were these gh meetings, which were hot only when some restriction was posed on boys entry in GH. I was a firm supporter, at that time I was in first year. All first year girls were. Any restriction would have affected our future prospects. Thank heavens, profs showed some humanity and spared us.
Events were fun. Sometimes, other college students indulged in fights with us…
In techkriti, technical models were awesome. But IITk had little to do in it, apart from staging it. This was because some of us studied, but did assignments; other slept /copied/ played games/ socialized and still others only slept. By now, you must have begun guessing my feelings for profs. Quite contrary to what you are thinking, I loved them genuinely. Everything about this college makes me think of it as the best place I could have been at that time of my life. None other place in this world would have made me what I am. Every minute was full of some thing, and for me, it is difficult to give a specific name to what that thing was. But surely, whole experience was fun.
Probably, I can continue writing…about us and life at iitk, and still feel propelled. So many of us can write about what i've mentioned already and much more.
Orkut and facebook are making world so much smaller and better.
Sigh ... that was 4 years of my life that I wouldnt change one thing about !
ReplyDeletei know....i think a lot of girls will share similar feeling...ladko ko MT etc add karna padega...:P
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