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!