As of the record, the last post on this blog was written on November 30th, 2013. So it is almost five months that the random thoughts in my mind remained confined to my mind and this place which has been my trash can for the last three years has remained quite clean and empty and devoid of any human interactions whatsoever. Storing too much of crap is dangerous for the mind and hence, I am making an attempt to write a blog post again, which I ought to write.
From my classmates' point of view, Semester number six was straightaway a failure for me. From my professors' point of view, my life can be seen as a graph quite close to this
My performance has been a case study for the over concerned professors of my department who have been discussing this over lunch, when they were bored of the same food being packed by their wives and needed something new and spicy to discuss. Even at two instances, they straightaway said the same words to me "Pinaki tumhara performance neeche jaa raha hain" after I scored 79/150 in my Mid Semester examination. Even I spotted a peon giving me a dirty look for hanging around with a female classmate in the corridor because I was late for the first lecture. His face read "Sala Ladkibaaz".
But then for the professors, classmates, peons, life is restricted to grades, attendance, assignments and of course, the boring food that their wives make in the lunch. They fail to recognize the need for bigger things in life and seeing life as a platform to learn infinite things. Engineering life, in fact teaches more than you can even imagine. I have seen people who have screwed up four years of engineering but they learnt invaluable lessons in the four years of screw up and now are successful entrepreneurs, software developers, social media employees and the list goes on.
Anyways, after beginning this article with the point of view of thee different class of people witnessed in engineering colleges, about my performance, let me come back to what I did this semester and why I don't consider it as a failure. If you know me via twitter, you must be knowing how my itch to tweet and tweet more. However, twitter occupies a big portion of my life. It is more than an itch to tweet, now. In the past six months, I have made friends, friends, and more friends over twitter. Exchanged numbers with them, got added to Whatsapp groups, met twitter users off twitter, made a lot of conference calls, witnessed a lot of fights on timeline and so on. Six months down the line, twitter looks like an inescapable part of life. Although you might judge me as an addict (which I probably am) twitter has been a learning experience too. I have seen people who have achieved a lot in life and in contrast, people who have achieved nothing, have non existent real life and hence looked for an escape on twitter. I have met excellent writers who write witty one liners, Shayaris, make trends and are always on high on creative juices. Had I never joined twitter, I would have never met them, I would have never known what creativity is all about, what's happening in Delhi, Mumbai or Chennai. A fair gift life has provided me at the cost of grades.
The second high of this semester was the college festival. I joined the anchoring team, got a partner who is supposed to be a class topper and whom, I naturally assumed to be dedicated and hard working. But work on field was quite different. While we begun writing scripts, I just realized I am putting in almost all the effort and she, just being a fellow spectator in all this, apart from trying to dictate me at times. Those two days of festival seriously kept me pissed off due to her excuses and attitude towards work. There was a lot of load and no team work and here is where I learnt something. Being a topper in the class doesn't make you an excellent person in life.
Coming back to the point, I took it up as a challenge, delivered my portion of what Robin Sharma refers to as "great work" and finally made "our" performance on stage excellent. And the strange part is, my professors and classmates don't have the vision required to see taking up challenges as a parameter in assessing performance.
This semester was more than challenges, I had failed dates, developed a taste for poetry and shayari, became a fan of Ghulam Ali's voice, slept a lot, watched a lot of movies and most importantly "had fun". I don't eliminate the fact that there are students and in fact classmates who enjoyed more than me and yet remained punctual. But then, as a rule, one shouldn't regret anything that makes them smile.
I didn't write a single assignment in the entire semester because I was busy tweeting all the time. But then as an engineering student, nothing is impossible. Yes, we are the ones who spend the entire semester watching a lot of porn, seeking girls, doing "keeda" and much more stuffs, make life dance on our finger tips and yet manage to make something out of life. This is because for us, life is more than grades. It is about your dedication, your willingness to be slightly off route, fail and then come back and deliver a tight punch back to failures.
On that note, let me end this article. And here I am going back to my assignments. I have got submissions beginning on Monday and I have to write around 10 assignments for the two submissions that I have on Monday. The funny part is, I am the only student in the class who hasn't got them checked (yes, check karwana to choddo, aaj likhne baithunga). But then, you just can't give up. If you have spent the semester enjoying, you have to buck up and deliver in the last few days.
From my classmates' point of view, Semester number six was straightaway a failure for me. From my professors' point of view, my life can be seen as a graph quite close to this
My performance has been a case study for the over concerned professors of my department who have been discussing this over lunch, when they were bored of the same food being packed by their wives and needed something new and spicy to discuss. Even at two instances, they straightaway said the same words to me "Pinaki tumhara performance neeche jaa raha hain" after I scored 79/150 in my Mid Semester examination. Even I spotted a peon giving me a dirty look for hanging around with a female classmate in the corridor because I was late for the first lecture. His face read "Sala Ladkibaaz".
But then for the professors, classmates, peons, life is restricted to grades, attendance, assignments and of course, the boring food that their wives make in the lunch. They fail to recognize the need for bigger things in life and seeing life as a platform to learn infinite things. Engineering life, in fact teaches more than you can even imagine. I have seen people who have screwed up four years of engineering but they learnt invaluable lessons in the four years of screw up and now are successful entrepreneurs, software developers, social media employees and the list goes on.
Anyways, after beginning this article with the point of view of thee different class of people witnessed in engineering colleges, about my performance, let me come back to what I did this semester and why I don't consider it as a failure. If you know me via twitter, you must be knowing how my itch to tweet and tweet more. However, twitter occupies a big portion of my life. It is more than an itch to tweet, now. In the past six months, I have made friends, friends, and more friends over twitter. Exchanged numbers with them, got added to Whatsapp groups, met twitter users off twitter, made a lot of conference calls, witnessed a lot of fights on timeline and so on. Six months down the line, twitter looks like an inescapable part of life. Although you might judge me as an addict (which I probably am) twitter has been a learning experience too. I have seen people who have achieved a lot in life and in contrast, people who have achieved nothing, have non existent real life and hence looked for an escape on twitter. I have met excellent writers who write witty one liners, Shayaris, make trends and are always on high on creative juices. Had I never joined twitter, I would have never met them, I would have never known what creativity is all about, what's happening in Delhi, Mumbai or Chennai. A fair gift life has provided me at the cost of grades.
The second high of this semester was the college festival. I joined the anchoring team, got a partner who is supposed to be a class topper and whom, I naturally assumed to be dedicated and hard working. But work on field was quite different. While we begun writing scripts, I just realized I am putting in almost all the effort and she, just being a fellow spectator in all this, apart from trying to dictate me at times. Those two days of festival seriously kept me pissed off due to her excuses and attitude towards work. There was a lot of load and no team work and here is where I learnt something. Being a topper in the class doesn't make you an excellent person in life.
Coming back to the point, I took it up as a challenge, delivered my portion of what Robin Sharma refers to as "great work" and finally made "our" performance on stage excellent. And the strange part is, my professors and classmates don't have the vision required to see taking up challenges as a parameter in assessing performance.
This semester was more than challenges, I had failed dates, developed a taste for poetry and shayari, became a fan of Ghulam Ali's voice, slept a lot, watched a lot of movies and most importantly "had fun". I don't eliminate the fact that there are students and in fact classmates who enjoyed more than me and yet remained punctual. But then, as a rule, one shouldn't regret anything that makes them smile.
I didn't write a single assignment in the entire semester because I was busy tweeting all the time. But then as an engineering student, nothing is impossible. Yes, we are the ones who spend the entire semester watching a lot of porn, seeking girls, doing "keeda" and much more stuffs, make life dance on our finger tips and yet manage to make something out of life. This is because for us, life is more than grades. It is about your dedication, your willingness to be slightly off route, fail and then come back and deliver a tight punch back to failures.
On that note, let me end this article. And here I am going back to my assignments. I have got submissions beginning on Monday and I have to write around 10 assignments for the two submissions that I have on Monday. The funny part is, I am the only student in the class who hasn't got them checked (yes, check karwana to choddo, aaj likhne baithunga). But then, you just can't give up. If you have spent the semester enjoying, you have to buck up and deliver in the last few days.
