I'm a little late, as always.
but, happy birthday, blog.
it's been a year...feels like a lot more
happy reading everyone.
my guess is everyone has a lot more fun reading this than we do experiencing it.
anyway, keep reading and commenting(yeah, i'm talking about the blog members here, coz we are the only "commenters" on this blog :P )
-zaphod
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Where humor ends.
Where humor ends, there starts the daily rut at SNIST. This post is being published by the author(s) who have all but lost their sense of humor somewhere between the classrooms and the main gate.
Never have we felt so disgusted with our college management.
If u dont feel like reading the rest of the post, then the next line should summarize it for u.
"Snist is no longer an educational institution that it once was. It is now a corporate business factory that has the sole aim of running a totalitarian rule over the lives of the so called students (pawns??). The result is only complete discontent and resentment among the student community to an suxh an extent that an elite few of them (we??) are typing out their woes to share it with the more fortunate public."
Now, it is obvious that if u google for SNIST, this blog will be the third in the list of results and hence many potential subjects (students :P) might come across this blog. The following set of quotes is for those poor souls.
"Snist is no paradise and its definitely not a premier instituion as you might be thinking. It is a typical slaughter house with about as many flaws within its management as the number of hair on ones scalp. You might be thinking that a bunch of losers blog here to vent their frustration against academics and their poor performance academically. Let us assure u that we r well above the mystical "average" and absolutely NO credit goes to the college management or faculty. As haughty as that may sound, it nothing but the truth. Lesser "rated" colleges shows performances that are eons ahead of Snist. So, dont say that we dint warn you."
Now, for the jobless souls who are still reading this post might as well drop in a comment on whats going on in your mind this semester. If we are still as dissed as we are now for the next few days, pls do expect some elaborate(and accurate :P) descriptions of some of Snist's esteemed "faculty".
signing off for now,
cheers,
H
Never have we felt so disgusted with our college management.
If u dont feel like reading the rest of the post, then the next line should summarize it for u.
"Snist is no longer an educational institution that it once was. It is now a corporate business factory that has the sole aim of running a totalitarian rule over the lives of the so called students (pawns??). The result is only complete discontent and resentment among the student community to an suxh an extent that an elite few of them (we??) are typing out their woes to share it with the more fortunate public."
Now, it is obvious that if u google for SNIST, this blog will be the third in the list of results and hence many potential subjects (students :P) might come across this blog. The following set of quotes is for those poor souls.
"Snist is no paradise and its definitely not a premier instituion as you might be thinking. It is a typical slaughter house with about as many flaws within its management as the number of hair on ones scalp. You might be thinking that a bunch of losers blog here to vent their frustration against academics and their poor performance academically. Let us assure u that we r well above the mystical "average" and absolutely NO credit goes to the college management or faculty. As haughty as that may sound, it nothing but the truth. Lesser "rated" colleges shows performances that are eons ahead of Snist. So, dont say that we dint warn you."
Now, for the jobless souls who are still reading this post might as well drop in a comment on whats going on in your mind this semester. If we are still as dissed as we are now for the next few days, pls do expect some elaborate(and accurate :P) descriptions of some of Snist's esteemed "faculty".
signing off for now,
cheers,
H
Thursday, July 13, 2006
jeez, whatever.
Heck...i can't think of a way to start this post.
hey...that did it!
anyway, it's been a while.
hopefully everyone out there is doing better than we are.
hols were good.
but college was always the dark cloud in the silver lining.
so, almost our last semester in these hallowed, insect-infested, dust-covered halls
and corridors.
The head of the department is killing us all over again, this sem....much to his and
our dissatisfaction.
Ah...as is tradition, it is now time to describe our outstanding lecturers...
the ones who are supposed to mould us into what we will be years from now.
upon whose influences we are supposed to base our future careers and lives.
thank heavens we never listen to any of them.
okay, here goes.
Mr pink pants...or, the pink panter.
with a voice that would make lata mangeshkar's sound like amitabh bachan's.
btw, he is a guy(we think), just in case you missed the "mr" in the pink pants.
The hod...needs no introduction...popularly known as morpheus...still doesn't hesitate
to pick on me, as is his tradition.
oh, btw...today, he cracked this brilliant joke on the principal(ex principal, actually,
but then that is a story for another day) and the college and the south indian railway.
after which he guffawed so loud, the rest of the college thought they heard a asthmatic
fish being strangled to death in a bucket of soda pop.
The same old man who taught us something last sem. is teaching us something else this sem.
It seems totally the same, his attendance calls which last the better of fifteen minutes
his incessant rambling and sporadic shouting...deja vu!
who else...who else?
ah, yes...a character who teaches us something to do with web-pages and stuff...nothing
much I can say about him, except that he seems a decent sort.
This other guy...Mr pressman's ex...enough said about him...wait...i've something to add.
he looks like a deflated balloon.
and another weirdo who keeps smiling at all the girls in class...not much to say about
him as well.
That's it for now...
when you are feeling down, you know where to go!
until next time....god speed.
hey...that did it!
anyway, it's been a while.
hopefully everyone out there is doing better than we are.
hols were good.
but college was always the dark cloud in the silver lining.
so, almost our last semester in these hallowed, insect-infested, dust-covered halls
and corridors.
The head of the department is killing us all over again, this sem....much to his and
our dissatisfaction.
Ah...as is tradition, it is now time to describe our outstanding lecturers...
the ones who are supposed to mould us into what we will be years from now.
upon whose influences we are supposed to base our future careers and lives.
thank heavens we never listen to any of them.
okay, here goes.
Mr pink pants...or, the pink panter.
with a voice that would make lata mangeshkar's sound like amitabh bachan's.
btw, he is a guy(we think), just in case you missed the "mr" in the pink pants.
The hod...needs no introduction...popularly known as morpheus...still doesn't hesitate
to pick on me, as is his tradition.
oh, btw...today, he cracked this brilliant joke on the principal(ex principal, actually,
but then that is a story for another day) and the college and the south indian railway.
after which he guffawed so loud, the rest of the college thought they heard a asthmatic
fish being strangled to death in a bucket of soda pop.
The same old man who taught us something last sem. is teaching us something else this sem.
It seems totally the same, his attendance calls which last the better of fifteen minutes
his incessant rambling and sporadic shouting...deja vu!
who else...who else?
ah, yes...a character who teaches us something to do with web-pages and stuff...nothing
much I can say about him, except that he seems a decent sort.
This other guy...Mr pressman's ex...enough said about him...wait...i've something to add.
he looks like a deflated balloon.
and another weirdo who keeps smiling at all the girls in class...not much to say about
him as well.
That's it for now...
when you are feeling down, you know where to go!
until next time....god speed.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Highway snist
Ok ..before i forget how to get to snist, let me just write here about it.
firstly- if you just go and stand near uppal cross roads... you might reach snist in a few days, since...snist "sucks".
A relatively faster mode of transport is the college bus which for some reason starts off before everyone gets in.Once it starts the next stop is college.On way to college you will come across a lake which of late has become direct competition to the hussain sagar.After the lake there are not many things worth talking about till we reach 'highway snist'..,here we need to take a left turn.This road has two or three factories which probably produce steel besides dust and sand.By the time we pass this stretch of road(which probably has more dust than arabia) we will be half covered in a blanket of dust.And just after this...you will come to halt near a rail line,...where for some reason the train always comes at the wrong time.And after this, its campus next....but before that you get to eat dust oncemore.with our senses satisfied(nose and tongue)we finally reach college.
Now that we are in snist, we need to know how to get out of here as fast as possible.The default route out is via amby valley.Passing through the pits,we come to the amby valley and from here its trecking all the way to the bus stand.
The other route is through the gate..,from here... apart from the uppal route you can even take the route to ecil.Those going in bike in this ecil route are also expert bull riders.Besides these routes there are also a few other forbidden routes about which i am now allowed to speak :p .
So that was your road trip to snist.until next time bye!!
firstly- if you just go and stand near uppal cross roads... you might reach snist in a few days, since...snist "sucks".
A relatively faster mode of transport is the college bus which for some reason starts off before everyone gets in.Once it starts the next stop is college.On way to college you will come across a lake which of late has become direct competition to the hussain sagar.After the lake there are not many things worth talking about till we reach 'highway snist'..,here we need to take a left turn.This road has two or three factories which probably produce steel besides dust and sand.By the time we pass this stretch of road(which probably has more dust than arabia) we will be half covered in a blanket of dust.And just after this...you will come to halt near a rail line,...where for some reason the train always comes at the wrong time.And after this, its campus next....but before that you get to eat dust oncemore.with our senses satisfied(nose and tongue)we finally reach college.
Now that we are in snist, we need to know how to get out of here as fast as possible.The default route out is via amby valley.Passing through the pits,we come to the amby valley and from here its trecking all the way to the bus stand.
The other route is through the gate..,from here... apart from the uppal route you can even take the route to ecil.Those going in bike in this ecil route are also expert bull riders.Besides these routes there are also a few other forbidden routes about which i am now allowed to speak :p .
So that was your road trip to snist.until next time bye!!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The end begins
Final Year!!!
Numerous stumbles, miniscule triumphs and loads of fun later, we finally made it to the final year.
This is the beginning of the END.
So, we made it to the fourth year and along with us on this ride is our very own jester, joker, villian, scapegoat...MORPHEUS!!!
He has reached a new level of eccentricity and we dare not hope what lies in store for us this year.
A new addition to our superstar filled faculty is Mr.Pressman..not the author, but just a guy who, we think, sleeps with the author.
So, Mr.Pressman, who looks like hes gonna pass out if he sneezes out loud, knows a lot of things; some which he isnt sure of, some which he doubts, some which he cant remember, and the rest which he read in Pressman. He deserves a place in the Looney toons in the least :P
On a more serious note, the placement division of our college has turned out to be a bunch of incompetent morons. They actually managed to send all our names as well as our registration numbers incorrectly to the recruiters.
Looks like our life is now care-of naukri.com
I will leave this post without a proper conclusion, because this is just the beginning....of the end.
cheers!
Numerous stumbles, miniscule triumphs and loads of fun later, we finally made it to the final year.
This is the beginning of the END.
So, we made it to the fourth year and along with us on this ride is our very own jester, joker, villian, scapegoat...MORPHEUS!!!
He has reached a new level of eccentricity and we dare not hope what lies in store for us this year.
A new addition to our superstar filled faculty is Mr.Pressman..not the author, but just a guy who, we think, sleeps with the author.
So, Mr.Pressman, who looks like hes gonna pass out if he sneezes out loud, knows a lot of things; some which he isnt sure of, some which he doubts, some which he cant remember, and the rest which he read in Pressman. He deserves a place in the Looney toons in the least :P
On a more serious note, the placement division of our college has turned out to be a bunch of incompetent morons. They actually managed to send all our names as well as our registration numbers incorrectly to the recruiters.
Looks like our life is now care-of naukri.com
I will leave this post without a proper conclusion, because this is just the beginning....of the end.
cheers!
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