Blast from the past

I was reading the blog of a friend of mine and was made to remember the good old engineering days and thefunny and the awkward incidences. Here I go.....

A repeat from G's blog:First year Nemade's class, was working with my drafter and a girl was sitting in the front bench and my eraser fell into her low waist jeans.....may sound gross but had the slightest ideas as to wot to do next...imagine if someone had asked her....gimme the eraser which has been placed by mistake on your posterior....(the usage of the word rubber in this case would make one a sidey character:):))....

Second year, while completeing the assignments in a class room close to our dental college. We see babes from the dental college walking past the aisle of the other building. One of my friends informs us and all our eyes are glued to those beautiful heavenlyc reations. All of a sudden, my other friend who is by now a bit far away from the site of heavenly bliss, gets to know about this and runs as if his life were at stake, to move close to the window. His mind is so overpowered by the divine creations that he forgets that the windows also have glasses which could be closed. Bammmmmm!!! He bangs his face into the glass slidings in an effort to put his head out of the window to get the best view. I bet his face must have gone numb for the next 10 secs by the impact.

Second year, attending the lecture given by one of our favourite professors, R J Kulkarni (RJK). He was our favourite because he never used to teach people sitting beyond the third row of the . I find only 2 reasons as to y he used to like the first 3 rows, may be his age (in his 70's) did not permit him to a higher decibel level or may be he thought we were too studious listening to his lecture. He must have the least idea about the devilish pranks that were originating in the hind side rows. I still remember the day when we were sitting in his lecture with a junior with us(obviously with an intension of ragging). The windows of the audi had curtains. We were sitting with this junior and had rapped the junior's head with those curtains as if it were a shawl. One of my friends insisted this junior, to ask Mr. RJK a question.The junior, still draped in the curtain, raised his hand. Even in the weirdest of our dreams, we would not have the thought tat RJK would think tat the junior draped in the curtain was a studious fella and would be asked to sit in the front rows for his feat of asking a question. By now the junior was shit scared and was begging us to let him go. But, the devil minds had some other plans! He was allowed to go out but in a unique way. He had to run outta the audi yelling "Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram". This is not an exageration but the mission was accomplished with the boy running out and Mr. RJK stranded in a state of utter disorientation as to what was going on. Thats our dear old RJK sir for u! :) .

Third year, we were in the computer room pretending to work on our computers. One of my friends had a problem starting the computer. All of a sudden Gaikwad madaaaaam prakat ho gayi!! She was our professor for some programming language (don rem). In a very shady tone she tells my friend who was still struggling with his computer, "Press this!!". By now, my friend is zapped as to wot is she referring to. Again she repeats "Press this!"...The expression on the guy's face was worth seeing....as if he is to watch some b grade mallu movie.....lol.

Third year, computer room. Someone has dropped a pen on the floor. Gaikwad madaaaaaaaam picks it up and in a very inquisitive loud tone is asking "Whose pen is this?". But she had the slightest idea that with her accent it sounded "Whose pennis this?"....lol!

When the idle mind ponders...

The idle mind made me think and write down few of my likes and dislikes. These have been mentioned in no particular order.

The GOOD Ones
ondu) A beautiful petit girl giving a wry smile to one of my dumb jokes....( Tat hasnt ever happened!!....The dumb jokes always pop out, but, the earlier part, i mean to say:) Now its so long, that i don even remember as to when did i last come across a suave dainty girl)
eradu) A classical guitar played in the finger style......( ohhh, yeah, tat takes me into an alltogether different state of psychedelia)
muru) Manchester United beating the hell out of their staunch rivals. For that matter of fact any Manchester United match.( I rarely miss watching their games!!)
nalku) The firing gusted by a Harley Davidson or a Bullet or an old BMW.....
aidu) The blues played by John Mayer (Ohhhhh good Lord, they are out of the world!!)
aaru) Having my dinner, with my legs up on the computer table, me seated in the reclining position, with my headphones on and watching FRIENDS.
elu) Riding my bike with some good music being played in my IShuffle.
entu) A good heavy workout with some good groovy music which gets my adrenaline going!ombatyu) Hanging out with my friends on weekends and watching movies.
hattu) Playing my guitar.......( Though i dont play well thats one thing that keeps me going!!:) )
hannondu) Playing the FIFA 08 in the manager mode. ( Completely addicted to it. This is one place which gives me freedom to exploit my managerial skills :) :) )

The BAD Ones
ondu) You are waiting for the lift in your building and you are in one of those dire circumstances when your bladder is gonna explode and you have to urgently visit the loo. All you find is the lift is in the last floor and its taking a while for it to come down.......sheesh!!!! i hate those times.
eradu) Travelling in a crowded train with you being made to smell the stinking body odour of others.....Yuckkkkk!!!!! (Its not that I was tortured to smell that stink :) , but who can escape that in a crowded train?? )
muru) You are friends with some people. You start trusting them and one fine day they ditch you and stab your back..... Hate it to the core!! Its quite painful too!!But may be these are the experiences that make me strong....muhahha!!
nalku) Misunderstandings!!! Terribly afraid of them.
aidu) Hypocrites...I loathe them....These are the dastard entrants in ur life!
aaru) Grandiloquently boastful attitude ( the GBA syndrome)..... Definitely a turn off!!
elu) The results that were displayed on the wall near Anna's canteen during my engineering days. Ohhh hell!!! My heart used to be in my mouth during those days. ( A totally different topic, but i really miss Anna's missal pav and those days of assignment completion in Anna's canteen or in the BRC, the blue rock cafe....Damm!! I am bitten by the bug called nostalgia....ok, i guess a different post deserves to be out for this one!!

Well, by now if you are guessing as to what this number system is.....Thats my arterial language, Kannada :)

Never gonna be the same

I am not a poet and so no one knows it. The below few lines mentioned, aren't a copy paste.You may find the below lines funny and kiddish and ultimately you will smile or you may like it and may care to comment. Anyways, a win win situation for me because i either buy the smile on your face or the comment :).

Statutory warning: The usage of words like "Shot", "kuch bhi likhta hai", "pakav", "kya pakata hai" while reading this blog are strictly prohibited. The owner should not be admonished for the below lines. Read at your own risk.

Life is full of fun
When you have those perfect ones
All around with you

You can have your sorrows shared
Because you know u r gonna get the care
Oh yeah tats true tats true

I brood about the past
and it comes to me at last
that the things are never gonna be the same

never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same

But life's gotta move on
With all the zeal and no con
Oh yeah o yeah

You r gonna have those ones there
Who may show that they care
But tat aint true aint true

Now i have to take the utmost care
Tat i dont get my back stabbed there
Ooh no ooh no

I brood about the past
and it comes to me at last
that the things are never gonna be the same

never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same
never never never be the same