To nigh on 3 years of Awesomeness (and to a wrecked Sociology Midsem too)

Its been almost 3 years since I entered this institute. For the most part all I have heard from colleagues is “WTF?? Why me?? Why here??” and i kno that they are probably right in saying it because regardless of what anyone may say, the placement scenario IS bleak etc etc. But still I state here that I still love it out here … The best of campuses, 2 super awesome fests every single year which refuse to stop growing bigger and better each and every year and all you crazy freaks whom I can call friends.

You will never ever be able to forget any among the brazen, uncivilised cohort of associates next to whom destiny placed you. Some 4 digit number 3 years ago (3 digit guys are the tiniest of  minorities so shut up you don’t have a say here) put all of us some 2000 km away from home in a real weird place. Hot and sticky with mosquitoes and lizards infesting the rooms. Insect bites the order of the day. (Incidentally that is the only reason for which I have hazarded the use of the insti hospital facility to date with a dangerously infected bite that threatened to consume my left foot whole in the 1st sem) Over the course of 3 years some of the strongest bonds have been woven to connect everyone of us forever. Tested over the course of those same 3 years and most recently over some Antiquity if I remember correctly these bonds refuse to break.

Then of course there’s Alcher. Man its crazy to work with you guys … (not that it doesn’t test my resolve many a time but yeah the fest managed to keep my mouth shut those times!! Well not always   I distinctly seem to remember Broken-Bucket flinging or the likes )  But then where’s the fun if you aren’t allowed to get unhinged every once in a while . Must’ve been what 300 odd days and each and everyone of them was AWESOME lemme tell you. Not one moment among them is one I would like to ever forget. And its unlikely that that could ever happen except some moments during the Alcher 09 DP which will never come back to me however hard I try. While I saw each and eveyone of you working you asses off for that one Dream of just 4 days it made me wonder how such a diverse jumble of people with diversely different attitudes and vastly different work ethics ever manage to collaborate and yet we amazed me. We still clicked !! Still worked together and (no one dare oppose this) those were simply the best 4 days of my life . Over those 4 days one of the biggest lessons of life that I learnt was that after 4 days of running around campus (with a parched throat and no food cupons    ) is that nothing feels better than immersing your sore blistered feet in warm water . I always go through a burst of blogging enthu sometime around the midsems and endsems which might be in part responsible for me not being able to write much when the answer sheet comes in front of me. Maybe this is part of that writing enthu but this post has been long long overdue. None of us (except Golu … GS @%^&$%%#^$ !!! ) is gonna have a job this time next year and yet funnily I find that I really dont care !! Being single is touted by many as being awesome, we can set a new precedent for the unemployed being the new uber cool \m/ \m/ !! This ones to you you fools !!! You’re simply mindblowingly AWESOME

Note to self : You %^&%&#$%# you just spent over one and a half hour of your time writing something no one’s gonna read. Have you ever seen the number of hits on your blog ?? (This is actually unchartered territory on the blogosphere) You could have tried to make sense of the effects of the life of Samoan Canoe Builders and Palauan Dancers on Science, Technology and Innovation