dreams,ways,valleys and trains

“ Failing to plan is playing to fail ” …that’s what was written on our ‘day planner’ sort of a book given to us. Incase you thought that I had typed 'playing' by mistake….then you are wrong. This quote is yet another example of how snist is unique.

To understand how snist became 'so unique' you need to know its story......It all began when some really important person supposedly the college secretary 'had a dream'
a rather awfully long dream where he dreamt things that all of us put together cant in 25 years.He dreamt how he would start a college at a really prime location in the middle of no where,how the college will be built (one reason for the dream to last that long),how it will become one of its kind,how its biotech department will be the best,how dinosaurs will be cloned there,how ece department will become the best,how aliens will be contacted,how jaadu will return back,how cse department will be the best,how ....how...ok leave this,how eee department will be the best,how microchips will be exported from snist,how mechanical department will be the best,how...well all that matters is,it has to be the best even if there is no use.
ok, so finally the dream was dreamt,'The Dream' because of which snist is what it is now.

leaving the dreams aside lets come to things real. Firstly where is the college? and how to get there? ok before i go into the details....incase you dont know telugu,the next few words may sound awfully ridiculous,but i assure you that they are not insults. SNIST happens to be at a place called yamnampet near gatkesar.ok....before i tell you how to get here...i feel its apt to tell how to get out from here ;) . Incase you are not a student then you can walk out the same way you came in. But if you are a student,then there starts the trouble. If you want to go back by the main gate(but i dont find a gate here no matter how many times i look) then you need a thing called gate pass to show the watchman. To get the gate pass you need the sign of some senior staff member which is most unlikely. This is when amby valley comes to the resque,if you like cross country hiking then this is the closest you can get at snist.(i guess by now no one wants the way 'to get here')
but then you need not risk coming inside the college in case you are still interested to see how it is, all that you need to do is board a hyderabad to warangal train which goes so close to the college that probably you will even learn a few things(or perhaps forget) if morpheus was giving a lecture. And if you board a train going that way in the morning,then you will have added satisfaction of making, students in half a dozen buses go late to college.
By now,if you still have doubt about 'snist's uniqueness', then i suggest you to come and see for yourself(and perhaps ask Mr. Curd incase you want to know how amby valley got its name :p)

the usual college week

It's been an astonishing week.
monday was our usual weekly test...
the one that is supposed to ruin our weekend, but fails miserably to do so in my case.
anyway, with minimal preparation, i landed up in college on monday, managing to reach the exam hall about 30 seconds before the exam started.
The exam went off normally...normally for me, that is...which means that the only thing I was sure of was my name and my roll number.
I'll probably scrape through in one of the two tests, because of some blatant copying, instigated by me, of course, with maddy...

It was all downhill from there on...
morpheus came over to class,
some absolute crap happened...

he asked for everyone's names, and told them that their marks will make their respective cv's look like toilet paper (i'm not kidding...he really did say that!)
That particular trip of his to our class was on the request of the DC lecturer...the guy who doesn't know anything.

After that was the turn of our Artificial Intelligence lecturer...the female, mostly pregnant, who also, doesn't know anything...

She was also not able to control the class, and therefore called morpheus...and, since she knows only two names, in class, mine and invisible man's, she complained about the two of us..
morpheus then proceeded to ask me to get up, which is when my finely toned acting skills came into play..i coughed like i had no tommorow.
and he decided to take it easy on me.

That was monday...i relate to garfield really well, in this respect, or, actually, in most respect...i'm a foodie, i'm lazy, i hate mondays, love dogs(hehe)

Tuesday was a normal day, even by my standards.
was shouted at by only one lecturer.
wasn't sent out of class even once(surprise, surprise)
fell asleep in the lab.

Wednesday, bunked college, went to apply for my passport with joshboy.
After a disasterous start, and a 3 hour trip from home to musheerabad to home to musheerabad, (i forgot my certificates!), we finally managed to get things done.
It turned out to be a pretty good day, in fact.

Thursday was boring...
it was so boring, it wasn't even funny (if it was funny, it wouldn't be boring, would it???....again, i'm not making too much sense now, am i???)

after monday's lecture by morpheus, we decided to just ignore our dc lecturer and see what would happen...

During the class, in one of my short gaps between naps when i look up to see if the bugger is going to take attendence soon or not, i noticed that a lot of people were asleep.
i then did a head count...out of fifty odd students in the class, at least twenty five were in deep sleep. The rest were languidly listening to equally languid talkers, the mood of the class was generally bored, and sleepy.

Our sir, of course was his usual deferential self...i think he doesn't care about what people do in his class as long as they don't make too much noise doing whatever it is they are doing...
the poor guy...you can't help but feel sorry for them once in a while, but, for some reason, the feeling never arises during any of his classes.

Friday was a good day, overall....
Our dc lecturer finally finished the first unit, the fact was lost amongst all of us, until, of course, he decided to proudly state it.
we, being good students who never let an opportunity to humiliate a lecturer pass, applauded him for all we were worth...

but, to give him credit, he took it rather well...on hindsight, i have a feeling he was just a wee bit too dense to realise that we were in fact, mocking him...the poor guy.

He actually even raised his hand in acknowledgment of all the applause.

He then proceeded to tell us a joke, in Hindi, about a sardar in a restaurant...it might have been well recieved if it was told to a slightly less boistorous audience, but then, we will never know...
we, of course, laughed at all the wrong places, and were totally silent, and waiting for the punch-line with bated breath as soon as he had delivered it...until, some guy(i think it was joshboy), decided to let us all know that the joke was over..."Joke ho gaya, be...hasso..hasso"..this was followed by 15 minutes of lung-racking, throat wrecking, laughter...while we all were recovering, and the classroom was full of people trying to get back their breaths, sir made a hasty exit without his usual long, winded attendence check.
Classes were followed by ieee.
i gave a talk which was pretty well recieved....at least, people didn't ask me weird doubts about what i was talking about.
as i said...friday was a good day.

that's one more week gone in semester with around 17 more...
lots of lectures, shoutings, threats from hod's, jokes from lecturers(hopefully, not too many..my lungs won't take too many more), get-out-of-class shouts, fun and general hulla-baloo in class, to come .


further bulletins as events warrant..!!!

Morpheus el Morono!!

I dont know what the title means in spanish, I but hope it retains the meaning.

Ok...now coming to the Morpheus saga.
It went this way...
I as usual was looking straight and sleeping, when suddenly i heard laughter everywhere and felt my back semi wet (yes, I was the poor guy sitting in front of zaphod and hijake when they suddenly decided laughing was more important than swallowing).
Later I came to know the 2 sentences (making the disturbs & 3rd yr standard) and thanked God that I was sitting in the second last bench.

While I was still trying to figure where sir vanished, he came back ....this time with Morpheus.
I was still sleepy then and didnt understand why everyone were standing and telling their name followed by some random number. Then came my turn, I too stood up, told my name and stood there like a fool. I couldnt decide what number to tell, my birth date,my roll number or my lucky number. But that wasnt necessary as Morpheus made things easy. He first asked DC(the prof with the funny language) if I spoke in class. DC said no (I didnt know what was going on). Then he looked at me and said, that face wont speak (or something similar..me thinking ...what the.....does he know that I was dozing?) Even before I could completly think, he said "you should be getting around 70's" (my mind was going in all the possible directions). I decided to say yes. He asked how much. I made a random guess of 73 trying to act like a saint. He said "Good sit down."
(I sat down...still thinking what on earth was going on!)

The rest, as the say, is history.

I take the bull by its horns

Yep, thats what our Head of the Department spat today!

Apparently he was so stoned that he thought i was a bull and that i had three horns..yeah..not two but Three!

Not gettin it?..heres what happened:

It was the usual day in college and me n zaphod were havin the usual fun in the last row. Before u ask, no, Haze wasnt there. He was lost somewhere in the front benchers looking at the prof with the same intensity that any normal guy wud look at a stripper with. I am pretty sure he wasnt listening to anything but he sure gave an impression that he was (he usually notes down the funny quotes made by the profs).

Ok..back to the topic...so there we were..having fun...when the prof says the following two things which might end up in the list of the 'funny things ever said by a prof at SNIST'. Not kiddin folks..there really is such a list!

So he says:

1) Why are you making the disturbs?
2) Atleast you are in 3rd yr standard (refer to 'the guide to the twisted language for dummies' for the meaning)

What could we poor souls do after listening to stuff like that, other than burst out laughing and throwing all the pasta that we were slurping, onto the shirt of the guy we were hiding behind.

So, in this mayhem, the prof mysteriously vanished and reappeared with none other than Morpheus (thats the HOD).

Morpheus comes in, makes a big scene of removing his ray-bans and looks at the whole class with the same intensity that any perv wud at a room full of strippers.

Next he makes us standup and makes us announce our names and percentages. When my turn comes and i tell him whatever he wanted to hear ( i think it turns him on..whatever).

Morpheus: So? U think u got horns?
Me: Last time i checked i dint, u drunk!
Morpheus: U think u r some sort of bull? U know how i handle bulls?
Me: Wow, not only are u drunk, u r psychic too! How the hell did u know that i am a Taurean?
Morpheus: U know, i take any bull and all bulls by their horns.
Me: For chrissake i dont have horns!
Morpheus: All three horns!
*whoooooosh* thats the sound of the girl next row spitting out the water she was drinking!
Me: WTF!!
Morpheus: So, do u want me to do handle u by ur horns?
Me: ermmm...Just the ones that are supposed to be on my head please.

He orders me to sit down and stares at me in the same way that a .... *figure it out*

Next up is Zaphod.. I will leave it to him to retell his experience!