Jive, Football and the likes

We had an inter section football match where we got eliminated in the quarter finals (which was the first round..:P because only 8 classes turned up) in penalty shoot outs, this again I attribute to Friday the 13th. I had put up a fine show and scored 2 goals but it went in vain. I'm sorry but I don't give a damn about modesty because I still can't believe we lost the match.

The following week i.e. the third week in college, we were to have a jive workshop. I didn't know a thing about jiving then and assumed it to be as sensuous as salsa. Our seniors forced us to go for it or else... It was just the third week and leaving the women at the mess, Amul and the SBI employee, all of whom I suppose are married women, I didn't know anyone else. That's when the 3:1 sex ratio comes into play but there wasn't any need of it because I had to head back home to Kasargod to my grandmom's humble abode. Yet, I played Cupid and set up two of my friends. They had a whole lot of fun which I completely missed. The post-jive pic which proves it...

I don't think I can ever make up for the missed opportunity unless....Salsa anyone?!

Mess vs N.C. vs Amul

The title holds these food joints (forgive me for calling our hostel mess that) in the increasing order of their appeal to your taste buds. In fact, the mess shouldn't be even figuring in the list. With its bullet proof rotis and some sabji whose name only the cook knows, the mess is far from home. What we looked forward to were the ice creams which came twice a week and the grand dinner which was once a month. Then, there is palak paneer without paneer and the dinner we dread the most is the one when they serve cabbage. No one even bothers going down to the mess. Instead, we directly head to the FC/NC.

N.C. aka the night canteen is famed for its bread omlette in all the hostel blocks. It's most probable you would meet someone who doesn't know what nc stands for but he definitely has downed the omlette from there. The other stuff there aren't worth mentioning leaving the manchurian rice and other manchurian dishes and the fresh juices.



It was love at first bite. She was gorgeous from the start. All the curves at the right place making our curves come at all the wrong places. Amul, the food Goddess...I salute thee. NITK life without Amul is like a fish out of water. Nothing comes in the way between us except those Gandhiji backed notes. Amul squeezes the cash out of you till you end up starting an account there. That's the worst thing you can do. It's worse than a credit card. Imagine a constant supply of food without having to cough up cash and then you see the bill at the end of the month. You get the picture right? Anyways, I made sure I never got caught in this trap.

P.S:Have I told you that the whole campus is non veg free leaving for a non veg mess which I still haven't seen?

How to popularise your blog without spending a penny

1. Include your blog in your Gmail signature.

2. Borrow books from your college library and write your blog URL on as many pages as you can and then return the book. Make sure you take some popular book. I used Thomas and Finney.:P

3. Facebook...publish your blog through facebook.

4. Go to your college computer centre and change the homepage of all the computers to your blog. I did this even when my blog didn't have any posts.

5. Graffiti on the back of your hostel wall... basically, some place where the wardens don't frequent but the students do.



Any more wacky ideas, add on...

P.S.:Check this out. Some wacky tips...totally. shubsid.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-popularise-blog.html

The S8 Xperience

Here we were fresh into college. The first semester. It was a class of 80-85 (I still haven't bothered to count...you can't blame me coz people still pop in and out courtesy the added rounds the CCB came up with) with 18 girls(Yeah, I counted that...Duh!). When it came to the class with the most balanced sex ratio, we figured on the top. 3:1 was incredible when it came to NITK standards. Girls are an endangered species here and good looking girls....don't bother. Spotting a dodo seemed easier. And even if there were any, they were for the seniors who were as deprived of the female species as us or prolly even more. In fact, AIEEE heralded in the max no. of girls this time as compared to previous years. Call it good luck or bad luck(more girls meant the lower your GPA would sink), the first sem kicked off.....

We began with the physics cycle, the so called chilled out cycle. Within the first week, we were called by our seniors for the ritual that never dies off at college. They call it orientation to the college, we call it paedophilacy (gotta check if that word exists). Ragging ranged from grinding your batch mate (guys obviously) to giving your intro in Hindi to a dog/bitch (we had to figure that out first before addressing it...ew). And could someone please tell me what National Institute of Technology translates to in Hindi. Btw, dogs are the chowkidars of the college. They are in the hostel blocks, the canteen, our beloved Amul...they don't spare anything. I once opened the toilet door to find a dog squatting rather sleeping on the bathroom floor.

The SBI atm was one of our favourite haunts in the first 2 weeks. One...because it fed our pockets, two...because it was the only other place with an ac leaving the directorate's office which definitely doesn't get categorized under hangout arenas. Even if the ATM never worked(which was the case most of the time), the ac always did.

The ATB, where classes for first years are held is four storeys high and duh, my luck dude (after all you aren't born on Friday the 13th) our class was on the topmost floor with a big fat honeycomb guarding the window lest any of us should try jumping. Every morning we religiously began our trek to the class. We would be off our beds at 7.45 and bingo! we were at classes dot 8. Ofcourse our EC prof was always there to make our lives so much worth living. His half attendance was the most dreaded thing and i think it still is. He Who Must Not Be Named had the first hour on Wednesdays and consequently I needed 5+ alarms for that morning. Physics was the free attendance period where we could take the max no. of proxies and yet have a 100% attendance thanks to his sign your own attendance method. Computer Science was everyone's favourite period not only because we had a just finished B.Tech female teacher but also she was also a lot of fun. She was just like one of us. She's the only teacher in my phonebook /*wink*/. Maths and mech always used to compete to be the most boring subjects. I still can't decide which one is the victor. But, all in all the classes weren't that bad and I was already enjoying college by the first week.

Live from NITK

09:45 July 22, 2009: I was standing in front of the non functional fountain (obstructing) the main building. Yeah, I was at NITK Surathkal. A fresher hoping to have the most rocking four years of his life, I entered this place. In 20 mins, I was in my room. Room ** I block. 4 guys stuffed inside a room meant for three...three cupboards, three lan ports and you usually get locks with three keys. We had a struggle finding one with four. Thanks to the CCB's new rule, student no. increased and we were packed like fishes in wooden cartons.

And guess what, we are 'supposed' to be the "luckiest" batch of NITK coz we joined the college in its golden jubilee year. Beat that!

Come orientation day and we got a 'guided' tour of the campus. Like a herd of buffaloes, we were sorted branch-wise and taken to our respective branch depts. and met our faculty....ppl we would be with for the next 4 years. And then of course the beach, the only college in India to have a private beach...you see that written everywhere and said everywhere but seriously nothing fancy if you have lived on a coastal city throughout your life.