It is amazing how time flies. It
seems just like yesterday that I walked the corridors of CEC for the first time
and got lost a number of times trying to find my class room. Well I think tats
not going to change even when I write the final part of this note. Now after
finishing the 2nd year of Engineering, believe me it is definitely
not a breeze. After sitting home for a month doing nothing but watch T.V, surf
d net and practically laze around the whole day I come back into d personal
hell of my own choosing.
What can be worse than
sitting in the first bench and practically drooling onto your notebook as the
lecturer drones on and on about some godforsaken commands that u have to feed
the computer if it has a Unix operating system, and looks at you just when your
head hits d bench. (Well don’t worry I got away with it. I have mastered the
technique of sleeping in the first bench)
Sometimes der is nothing
you can do when all the words that the lecturer is shooting across the class
flies cleanly over your head and you end up nodding as if you have understood
every word he said. Well my fellow nodders u are not going to be able to get
away with it especially when the said topics were there for the internals.
There are times when I wonder
what in the world I was thinking when selecting Engineering as my goal. Well
that is the time I remind myself that I would never have been happy if I had
given up just because it was a challenge to keep my eyelids open for 4 hours
(sometimes 7) in a day.
Three years of my life
devoting myself to this field that I’ve chosen is too much to give up in the
final lap of the rat race. With the finish line in sight I think to myself, I
might not come first but at least I’d have completed the task I had taken up.
The mistake of not speeding up in the first 3 laps was my own. So my fellow
to-be-engineers as a senior just one advice don’t give up and most importantly
don’t slow down and take it easy it’ll be hard in the end. Even my seniors told
me the same and what I did then and you are going to do next is definitely the
same. After all no one is safe from Mr. Murphy and his law. “What has to be,
will be.” All of you are going to nod your head, take it seriously for a few
weeks then back to the same.
CEC is like a case
of apples and you no doubt selected one which had shiny, red and firm ones. You
pick up a shiny apple and bite into it to find that it is rotten. There are 2
things which can take place now. You either assume that only one was bad and
keep the rest or you throw out all of them thinking they are bad. But till you
reach the end of the case you’ll never know if you missed out on a real good
apple.
Now back to
ranting out my frustration to the world. Third year in CEC marked the end of
Giri and Naren Maam’s era of the Mahalasa café. The new café was under the
management of the same people who managed the mess. It started off well, new
items on the menu, coupon system etc. Who was to know it was another hell
thrust upon the poor souls who joined this college. The ever bustling café was
transformed into a place where people go only for food. The cafeteria of a
college is the life of a college. Where love stories are made and broken, where
friends hang out and make memories meant to be cherished. Now the only memories
students make in the café is of the day they found chicken pieces in the
vegetarian dishes they ordered ( Seriously which other college can boast that
they serve everyone equally.), the day the dams of their rear burst and broke
the record for most number of visits to the bathroom, or the day they found an
odd layer of unidentified liquid floating on top of their soup. The students of
CEC have stopped trying to complain and started praying that either giri and
naren maam return or that they survive the few years that are left of their
life in CEC in one piece. There has been an outbreak of groups like boycott
canteen and SOS CEC mushrooming all over the net.
All in all CEC has turned into a
nightmare that every student that entered wants to come out of. I don’t know if
I’d remember CEC with fond memories or in terror of having to visit it again.
You may say that college life teaches you to adjust with real time situations.
In conclusion I say that it may be true. If I ever get a chance to go on fear
factor in the future and am told to lie down amongst disgusting bugs or told to
eat nasty stuff I’d tell myself, “I’ve survived CEC, what is this compared to
that.”
Till next time my dear CECians.
Keep Safe!!
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