college tales

my second post in the day, which probably shows how very bored and extremely jobless i am (well i have a job, and i am working, but in snatches...it's not keeping me busy today). i was looking up some very old snaps on my computer the other day---they date back to 7-8 years and have that old/jaded look associated with relatively older snaps that have been scanned from their paper originals. i had to do a lot of zooming in and out, to be able to see every detail vividly, but the mind was more than ready with the details where the snaps failed. you see, those are from college tours, the class, our lazy evenings outside the hostel etc.

i think after all these years it would be safe to reveal that my best moments as a student, happened in that beautiful place tucked cosily on a hill. well there were some ugly incidents too, but if i closed my eyes to those (or relegated them to a blind spot in my brain), there is nothing to deter me from saying that RIT was by far the best place i spent in 18 years of acads.

for starters, getting in was a piece of cake. for the less enthusiastic and less scholarly students like me, places like RIT are a godsend :) you prepare for a sennight and take a shot at the state level exam, and lo, there you are...you find yourself at rit :) (that's how i went there, though i had always wanted to go there ever since i had heard of the place in '94 or so). and once you got in, barring the ragging and the electrical labs, life was a piece of cake as well :)

the thing with the electrical labs was that...well...the professors made every session a nightmare, with unending questions to test our lack of knowledge :( and writing a record of the work done was bad too, considering that i have always had scant regard for writing neatly, drawing nicely, etc etc. so anyway, except for a biweekly torture session, and a daily dose of the R thingy in the first year, life was great. i rarely ever studied (except on the night before the exam ofcourse) :) when i moved into the college hostel in the second year, the fun improved by leaps and bounds, and whatever remained of the studies, flew out of the window. i remember our gang of 6 having major addas in the common space in the ground floor at 2:00 a.m in the night, hoping that we would wake up the next morning in time for breakfast (which we never did anyway). all the other girls were cross with the 6 of us and made pointed references to our disturbing behaviour (well, the act of disturbing them while they were studying). all of them were either comp science or EC students and thought of themselves as intellectually advanced (as compared to us ofcourse). i remember their snooty looks (and i hope none of them ever read this blog!) and their sarcastic comments and our giggling behind their backs at the monumental waste of time :)

when we spent hours together sitting on the roads within the campus, looking at the blue sky above and contemplating what the future held for us, i guess we never dreamt of the paths we would take, and the places we would end up in. the fun lies in the uncertainty though, for it gave us umpteen opportunities to fantasise, and today, it gives me even more opportunities to reminisce. nostalgia...oh so bittersweet, and yet one of the bestest things that have ever happened to mortals :)