Stalking - Third Degree spying
Every art at the very beginning of learning process, is boring. The strokes on the canvas, the rhymes going nowhere, the colours, the timing are just not perfect enough to create the impression and the impact. But then after continuous effort, you some day sometime cross the threshold and then after the improvisation and perfection of the art is all in all enjoyable. Like every other art same is true for stalking. This time around Alpha and Beta have left their amateur skin for the shining armour of professionalism. Alpha and Beta went onto reading the words of their college fellow, starting from the hopeless romanticism of Mr. Egotrip to the pandora boxes of the pirates. All of these was kept well hidden behind the camouflage. There were many a one incidents of multiple infatuation to single, and not ready to mingle individuals. These stories kept popping and thundering like the mushrooms, frogs and rain. At the same time, in the same world, but on another plateau, Alpha and Beta were all on for the reportire, watching girls who went on to have three or more relations during the four year tenure to the girls who were ruthlessly unavailable.
The college still flaps it's astounding wings of freedom, spirit and equality between the three vertical cuboids of confused identity. At the center, it's very much still, cubism of sixties, covers the rancid yet unimaginable depths inside the walls of library. At one side of it, standing in the state of inertia, amidst the dilemma of configuring it's future, is the faculty block. Behind these two monsters stands the gallantly swinging, enchanted by the young blood - The Studios. The Studios - where the teens, the queens, the thunder birds, the passions and the survivors of the DTC buses, to the cool and hep Metro group strive hard to get the last sip of the nimbus, which somehow has managed to elevate itself from the ground floor to the second floor, allowing those dreamers to weave another dream, without the most wanted commodity called - sleep.
While the structure stood there, the time has moved on, filling the gaps individual by individual, a transition which every senior can fathom upon. Among the quizzical mesh of academics, extra curricular, sipping, drinking and eating at Al-Bake, Times of India, Connaught Place, Andhra Bhavan, kareem's, Changezi, Bercos and CCD, standing tall, is our smallest but the most iconic structure - The Planning Tank. An attempt to remember the floating moments above it, literally inspires my imagination to think of it as a sea of water, where our little canoes and gondolas surf and roam in the little Venice of our ruffling emotions and bonhomie. And as I write one of the most reminiscent paragraphs about my college life, it is very easy to understand that we were passing out.
Left in the lurch to touch the foaming waves, the way we want to, to dip as religiously we feel to in the ocean of professionalism. As we kept welding our lockers for the money going to arrive, we forgot the emotions we left in our college lockers. Under the saddened demise of everyday sun, one after another, the touch of one to one stalking was slowly sipping out of our lives. The passion with which, every affair, every break up was discussed was fading out. Other than some lady digging the well for a year and half and some smokers going for the smoke ring together, nothing great happened. Alpha, Beta and Gamma were all in a losing spree. The exile from the romanticism, engulfed both Alpha and Beta into the old virtual world of read and write, while they retrieved and discussed the old and new ties, they kept analysis the ongoing ones. Beta's best friend went into an oblivion of the past four years and parked his feelings along his old companion and the new city. The lost moments were picked from here and there in tit-bits while Beta went to have Miss Purva as her new mate of the jiggles and jingles. Beta's friend's companion seemed to have more grey matter than both Alpha and Beta expected. Unconvincingly, the friend to a teenage writer Beta's friend's companion went on to scale new heights of intellectual aura. And hence, Alpha who once met the newbie teenage writer unknowingly, became an avid reader of her blogs, it seems after the subjective confusion with the hyper sensitive entourage of Beta's friend, she would be the new kid on the block. Since, she is the catalyst behind all of this not so stalking but called as a stalking post, I think it comes under our obligation to give her a thanks in this thanksgiving month.
Epilogue
As I walk past the Chowrangee, the Victoria Memorial, standing below the New Hooglhy Bridge next to the Sir James Princep Memorial, I think of a place thousand miles away, of persons who talk to me everyday and ask the date I would be back to the city. The city I refer as "to where I belong". I think of the persons who don't talk to me but know me, know that I am related to them, don't know that I am writing about them, don't know that we have seen and read a lot about them and we actually know them. I also keep thinking about that what is making both of us to write all of this, what directions the forces are driving us to? Why we are in an aggressive and over offensive dual of words and our emotions? Isn't all of this stalking is an attempt to stalk our very own thinking, opening all the impressions we have, of the world surrounding us and letting them to be challenged and convicted in their very own manner by everyone out there, linked to us, linked to these words. At the same time I wish that the subject should know about me, the writer should know about me, the characters should know about me, Miss Purva should know about me, Beta's friend and his companion should know about me in better manner, Beta should be know more to all the earlier discussed characters. So that, in future the story is more serene. We thank all of them for putting themselves in the roller coaster emotional rides, while we were around them, for us to create the imaginative weave of words. We wish that we remain "Stalkers" just as words from our very own pens and not in their conversations.
- Special Thanks to Manash for telling the right spellings of Bercos and Al' Bake !
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saga of Squished hearts n' Squirting Love ....
I (Alpha) can proclaim to be a silent observer, like the poet who wrote "Confessions of A Born Spectator" that "I have been there and seen all" and said or did nothing. Somewhere I am the one who may have the most unbiased reasoning behind the events, if the involved one are not the one talking (Beta has no qualms to this statement ! Amen ! Long live the truth and Chomu) . I am concertizing this because of the fact that somethings are closer to you because they are closer to the people you know, not emotionally but physically you are always there with them. To see Miss Betty getting it with the unfathomable Mr. Mesmerizer and calling him "Wo", annoyed even was my silence, which I tried to keep in those moments.
Being the Samaritanish class they followed the rules of true performance with out having any concern on the tender eardrums. On one such passionate pathetic crooning brought the resident kindred souls of this class. Ori Baba Yes!! Finally Mr.I-am-knight-in-rust-armor saved the days and night of Ms.I-am-so-lost-n-I-Love-mufflers. Going hoarse with trumpeting there love they lost the couple of grey cells they had as they sauntered in the future. One was such a day when the hands lost there locomtory sensors and tried maligning Alpha ! malign my Alpha !! Pity I wasnt there in that auto that day ! Sigh I would love to teach how to keep hands off someday :).
Being the Samaritanish class they followed the rules of true performance with out having any concern on the tender eardrums. On one such passionate pathetic crooning brought the resident kindred souls of this class. Ori Baba Yes!! Finally Mr.I-am-knight-in-rust-armor saved the days and night of Ms.I-am-so-lost-n-I-Love-mufflers. Going hoarse with trumpeting there love they lost the couple of grey cells they had as they sauntered in the future. One was such a day when the hands lost there locomtory sensors and tried maligning Alpha ! malign my Alpha !! Pity I wasnt there in that auto that day ! Sigh I would love to teach how to keep hands off someday :).
Lot more was happening then this hoarse coupling. Bonding was happening right and left, up and down, front and back. One was such a fast paced one. Bling girl with her perkiness brought sunshine to thickhide and Mr. Benign. Such was the pace, it came and zapped them out for a while to be later revived by giggles and Ms. Benign. Such was the revival that men underwent reversal as lady luck danced on them. Thickhide went ahead and grabbed Giggles form Mr. Brazen. mmmm wondering about Mr. Brazen, he is one of the umpteen seniors who went through the phase of falling in and out of love finally to set on a better proposition. Who's luck ran out is still being analysed, but the one who won and lost at the same time was Thickhide.
The year was a remarkable one as this was the year when Alpha and Beta went into blogging which would in future upgrade itself as stalking. This was the time when the larks of love were on such a high pitch, the north beauty, in the small town honey dripping style went for the south Indian dirt smudged never bathed techie. Mr. Vita went on to lose his school time sweetheart, only to be blown away by the sweet rhyming sensational love letter to go on a date with Miss Tapu. The story never took away, contrarily the shy guy went to Noida and went into a love lorn bus of dreams at a time when the academics was adamant to fail him, such is life, it hangs you between good and bad, hate and love, in same moments, thankfully everything worked well for them. The owner of the first Royal Enfield went into a December- May relationship with the north-eastern beauty, who, till this latest info scavenging, are as unknown as the anti-love Osama.
Like all the life stories, this Alpha-Beta story also holds true for some side stories that ran along with it, never cheesy enough to come into the limelight of the opera. Professor Gudolium's story is exactly one of them, ran along the verge, but with immense maturity beyond their teenage and twenty something age. While after too many failed fishing in the Bay of Bengal Mr. Vita found the right connection through her homely but highest quotient for being a weirdo sister and the duo went on to become a trio, still going strong till the last information gathering. Miss Betty went silently out, tired of the forlorn and too much too and fro motion of her "Wo" from the new one to old one, went to stop and calm herself while resting on the Mr. ErGO shoulders. I think she never remembered the lines we talked sitting on the planning tank one night that "If there are too many Intersecting lines, there would be too many segments after the explode command, in an AutoCAD file, same goes for the life and relationships" I think she never got that or may be she was smarter than I thought about myself. Whatever be the case, as I look back now all these formed, lost and still going strong relationships never fail to tell me that "returning to the lost leaves, torn between the pages is always beautiful."
The year was a remarkable one as this was the year when Alpha and Beta went into blogging which would in future upgrade itself as stalking. This was the time when the larks of love were on such a high pitch, the north beauty, in the small town honey dripping style went for the south Indian dirt smudged never bathed techie. Mr. Vita went on to lose his school time sweetheart, only to be blown away by the sweet rhyming sensational love letter to go on a date with Miss Tapu. The story never took away, contrarily the shy guy went to Noida and went into a love lorn bus of dreams at a time when the academics was adamant to fail him, such is life, it hangs you between good and bad, hate and love, in same moments, thankfully everything worked well for them. The owner of the first Royal Enfield went into a December- May relationship with the north-eastern beauty, who, till this latest info scavenging, are as unknown as the anti-love Osama.
Like all the life stories, this Alpha-Beta story also holds true for some side stories that ran along with it, never cheesy enough to come into the limelight of the opera. Professor Gudolium's story is exactly one of them, ran along the verge, but with immense maturity beyond their teenage and twenty something age. While after too many failed fishing in the Bay of Bengal Mr. Vita found the right connection through her homely but highest quotient for being a weirdo sister and the duo went on to become a trio, still going strong till the last information gathering. Miss Betty went silently out, tired of the forlorn and too much too and fro motion of her "Wo" from the new one to old one, went to stop and calm herself while resting on the Mr. ErGO shoulders. I think she never remembered the lines we talked sitting on the planning tank one night that "If there are too many Intersecting lines, there would be too many segments after the explode command, in an AutoCAD file, same goes for the life and relationships" I think she never got that or may be she was smarter than I thought about myself. Whatever be the case, as I look back now all these formed, lost and still going strong relationships never fail to tell me that "returning to the lost leaves, torn between the pages is always beautiful."
mmmmmm I told ya it was Samaritan class for a reason, falling, getting up to be falling again in love. This class of friends never gave up.
The beginning of Curiosity....
Alpha and Beta have nothing in common, have no similarity within them. However their combined stint at the training, all thanks to Gamma, was their first stalking project together. Beta was not very comfortable at that time with Alpha, unknown to the fact that he belongs to the same stalking community (By many insecure people such as Delta, cant phantom that some people like to stay online and do anything apart from checking out porno !! So beta always did avoid talking abt stalking) . However in the first two days only we stalked our very first hunting target, Mr. Franky was his name, Mandy was her first charm, second followed was Rao, and Ms. Chau kept the marathon running (Current status unknown: he is too much of a boring character to waste our resources on). Mandy's second prey was Jacky and Jacky's second was Gamma. However, the ditcher Jacky went of to ditch Gamma and left her numb and sober, both Alpha and Beta are not happy with this, and who knows may be Jacky would become their future prey.
But amidst all this chains and swish pool of individuals Mr. Franky, failed once again at being planner just as he did as an Architect. He further went on to lose Miss Rao, as she flew away with her Hog Friend to Malaysia. The not so sweet looking, but smart enough, the lady 'Hog' was the charm of our NOSPLAN Ex- President Mr. Amrood. But, before the subject gets lost let's focus, Mr. Franky had a secret crush on Miss Chau. Her sporty looks coupled with her moves, set Franky's tongue rolling which set the stage for 'A scarp a night' saga. If talked about here at length, will make Alpha and Beta fall on there respective systems and not allow them to carry on there voyeur activities on internet!
The crap-scrap story never went any further, but our very own Franky went on to Work with our lovely Ms. Rho. Flabbergasted by this decade old alumni (she herself was able to make safe transition through the muddled waters of PGism in SPA). Miss Rho became a happy and sweet child, tossed into a fix with Mr. Zilch by Diabetic UG's. But the holy cow Aka Ms. Chimney went on to grab Mr. Zilch and sent him further into negativity. Till date Ms. Rho hasn't revived from the chip in her aromour ...... Sigh ..... Alpha reporting.
However Miss Rho wasn't alone in the UG-PG saga, the curls of Miss Wave added a certain charm to the imaginative fishbowl of True planners - The Planning tank. Long gone are the times when people were mesmerized by the enchanting frizz inclusive of Mr. Hades big and brawn consorting with his beast all over Dilli followed closely Ms. Persephone. Pity, this being kalyug the ancient story was flipped out with Persephone roaring for her love yet not an iota of those warm fuzzy feelings were returned. Seemingly unkown to all of this mess was Miss Single, her tighly sculpted bod never stopped panting for her lost love Mr. Lambda. Mr. lambda was so unaware of his own wavelength that he could never sync with the wavelength of Ms. Gamma. Ms. Single ever the one ready to mingle flew onto the much hyped peaceful place for oldies to cash in but alas that's a story for another night. For the time being let's try to muddle out from hormonal haunt and jump onto overseas scenario.
Mr. Hades lost onto the his will finally sauntered to the land of opportunities (Being the period of recession, this metaphor is under question). He once again met nancy and Sandy once a hot happening couple of SPA. A lost story in the history, its space here in the future. What happened next is another story of the male strutting and baiting women parading in sexy legs on the Streets of New York, I wish if only New York was in India!
Phew! It's hard to keep running amidst the make ups and break ups, it's the same story everywhere. Lost in the american dream, Mr-I-am-Not-So-Fine-Anymore-But-will-Survive lost hold of the deeply cherished asset Amber to a ruthless and silent bid to an unknown locus. What's left is him stranded with charred remains of the lost treasure and friends in shadows bidding there time for him to resurface. In this numb silence of the irrecoverable loss Alpha and Beta don't feel like writing on the subject anymore. Signing off for the time being - Alpha and Beta, Long live SPA and long live Chomu (A place next to Jaipur, Chomu in Rajasthani means - Chutiya, P.S. - Alpha and Beta did their training there).
But amidst all this chains and swish pool of individuals Mr. Franky, failed once again at being planner just as he did as an Architect. He further went on to lose Miss Rao, as she flew away with her Hog Friend to Malaysia. The not so sweet looking, but smart enough, the lady 'Hog' was the charm of our NOSPLAN Ex- President Mr. Amrood. But, before the subject gets lost let's focus, Mr. Franky had a secret crush on Miss Chau. Her sporty looks coupled with her moves, set Franky's tongue rolling which set the stage for 'A scarp a night' saga. If talked about here at length, will make Alpha and Beta fall on there respective systems and not allow them to carry on there voyeur activities on internet!
The crap-scrap story never went any further, but our very own Franky went on to Work with our lovely Ms. Rho. Flabbergasted by this decade old alumni (she herself was able to make safe transition through the muddled waters of PGism in SPA). Miss Rho became a happy and sweet child, tossed into a fix with Mr. Zilch by Diabetic UG's. But the holy cow Aka Ms. Chimney went on to grab Mr. Zilch and sent him further into negativity. Till date Ms. Rho hasn't revived from the chip in her aromour ...... Sigh ..... Alpha reporting.
However Miss Rho wasn't alone in the UG-PG saga, the curls of Miss Wave added a certain charm to the imaginative fishbowl of True planners - The Planning tank. Long gone are the times when people were mesmerized by the enchanting frizz inclusive of Mr. Hades big and brawn consorting with his beast all over Dilli followed closely Ms. Persephone. Pity, this being kalyug the ancient story was flipped out with Persephone roaring for her love yet not an iota of those warm fuzzy feelings were returned. Seemingly unkown to all of this mess was Miss Single, her tighly sculpted bod never stopped panting for her lost love Mr. Lambda. Mr. lambda was so unaware of his own wavelength that he could never sync with the wavelength of Ms. Gamma. Ms. Single ever the one ready to mingle flew onto the much hyped peaceful place for oldies to cash in but alas that's a story for another night. For the time being let's try to muddle out from hormonal haunt and jump onto overseas scenario.
Mr. Hades lost onto the his will finally sauntered to the land of opportunities (Being the period of recession, this metaphor is under question). He once again met nancy and Sandy once a hot happening couple of SPA. A lost story in the history, its space here in the future. What happened next is another story of the male strutting and baiting women parading in sexy legs on the Streets of New York, I wish if only New York was in India!
Phew! It's hard to keep running amidst the make ups and break ups, it's the same story everywhere. Lost in the american dream, Mr-I-am-Not-So-Fine-Anymore-But-will-Survive lost hold of the deeply cherished asset Amber to a ruthless and silent bid to an unknown locus. What's left is him stranded with charred remains of the lost treasure and friends in shadows bidding there time for him to resurface. In this numb silence of the irrecoverable loss Alpha and Beta don't feel like writing on the subject anymore. Signing off for the time being - Alpha and Beta, Long live SPA and long live Chomu (A place next to Jaipur, Chomu in Rajasthani means - Chutiya, P.S. - Alpha and Beta did their training there).
Goggo Sneaking: Prologue
Alpha and Beta came together on a platform with a calculated risk, Beta with the buoyancy caught on to Alpha in the second year and held onto it strong. The ropes of this alliance were addled and strengthened by sarcasm, humor, bitterness, 'aha' moments, truth digging, bitching, music, anger and so much more abusing. But what brought them together was the lattice of information called Internet. Not only did they meet every day and every night, they did so much more on it apart from just talking.
From the window we zoom
at the one in the room,
From the key hole we stare,
at the one who is totally bare,
From the page we read,
at the one who wrote,
From the ones we know,
we talked about him now,
Yes fellows, we are the stalkers, out here making connections, relationships as we gallop away further in this lattice of information, a serenade caste as we go deep in crevices of knowledge.
As the relationship between Alpha and Beta grew there were many Charlies and Tangos to be discovered, one of the dear Charlie to Beta was courting Ms. Stigma who like a chewing gum got stuck, sucking out the joy from the poor Charlie with out giving back in return other than just a crater in poor Charlie's pocket. (but I personally believe, most of "Stigmas" end up doing this to poor "Charlies") So Alpha and Beta on there general day to day sneaking found out one of the Stigmas is stuck to the tangos of the Alpha, and they realised two very very important things that world is no more flat or big, but in Alpha's and Beta's word "What a small world.. just mesmerizes us...", "so true yet so fearful..."
Imagine all of your actions, as we thank you for your self confessed, self importance and eagerness (who told you to put everything in your life happening on your facebook profile). You change your job its on linkedin, you make a profile its searchable on google, you write a blog people know it (or maybe not your old mother who doesn't have internet at beck and call), you have any problem just a click away on google people know it.
From the window we zoom
at the one in the room,
From the key hole we stare,
at the one who is totally bare,
From the page we read,
at the one who wrote,
From the ones we know,
we talked about him now,
Yes fellows, we are the stalkers, out here making connections, relationships as we gallop away further in this lattice of information, a serenade caste as we go deep in crevices of knowledge.
As the relationship between Alpha and Beta grew there were many Charlies and Tangos to be discovered, one of the dear Charlie to Beta was courting Ms. Stigma who like a chewing gum got stuck, sucking out the joy from the poor Charlie with out giving back in return other than just a crater in poor Charlie's pocket. (but I personally believe, most of "Stigmas" end up doing this to poor "Charlies") So Alpha and Beta on there general day to day sneaking found out one of the Stigmas is stuck to the tangos of the Alpha, and they realised two very very important things that world is no more flat or big, but in Alpha's and Beta's word "What a small world.. just mesmerizes us...", "so true yet so fearful..."
Imagine all of your actions, as we thank you for your self confessed, self importance and eagerness (who told you to put everything in your life happening on your facebook profile). You change your job its on linkedin, you make a profile its searchable on google, you write a blog people know it (or maybe not your old mother who doesn't have internet at beck and call), you have any problem just a click away on google people know it.
Friday, November 6, 2009
We know we studied in SPA part II
When you know each and every of your seniors and juniors by full name.
When planning tank is the most happening place in your life.
When only drink you drink is Nimbus
When only breakfast you take is Samosa with Rajma.
You always have debt of Mahender bhaiya.
When instead of pocket money you ask for money for printing sheets from your parents.
When after every review you celebrate irrespective of the marks scored.
When your classmates remind you about the assignment minutes before the submission and you still make it on time.
You always say yes for any kind of job.
Taking a bath is a wastage of time.
When there is no difference bw classmates, seniors and juniors.
When the professor gives you one third attendance. When professor tell you not to fudge but to do intelligent manipulation.
honest contribution by Manish Chauhan / cruisealongthewind
We know we studied in SPA because...
1. Our families and roommates said "good morning," and you reply "good night."
2. After all of your expenses, you can't afford to pay attention
3. You know the different taste between DST, Cello Tape, Glue and Fevicol.
4. You can stay alive without sunlight, without communicating with people or without having food but you would commit suicide if the plotter doesn't plot your work out
5. The only sleep you get is in your Theory classes.
6. You sleep more than 16 hrs at weekends
7. You can dance madly at 3 am though u aren't drunk
8. Your don’t mind writing notes with sketch pens or rotring
9. You spend more time in studio than in your own bed.
10. You’ve ever dreamt about giving reviews.
11. Upon hearing 'model', you think of a nicely crafted-foam core model.
12. Your parents have more of a social life than you.
13. You know all the 24-hour food places in the area.
14. Your Non SPA friends get more sleep in one night than you do in one week.
15. The streetlights turn off.
16. You consider 3AM an early night.
17. When you are out at 3AM, and people knows where you're at.
18. Smoking sounds appealing.
19. You're out on Friday nights in studio.
20. You say "It's only midnight- I have plenty of time to finish."
21. You confuse sunrise with sunset.
22. You ask what time it is, then ask "AM or PM?"
23. You strangle your roommate because s/he said s/he stayed up late studying.
24. Your Friday night is 68 hours long.
25. You know how much a cubic foot of concrete weighs (150lbs).
26. You understand why architects have glasses and white hair (out of no reason)
27. You call some great architects as if they are your friends
28. You know all of these are true, no exaggerations
29. Certain songs remind you of studio
30. Your Sister's favourite brand names are Prada DNKY etc... But yours is Stedlar
31. You can conceptually compose the food on your plate
32. Upon hearing 'Weekends' you think of sleep
33. The hostel 'Nescafe' opens at 4 pm and closes at 4 am
34. You start wearing all black
35. You have no life, and admit it
36. You bring your friends to studio to keep you company
37. You refer to outside studio as the "Real World"
38. You confuse today and tomorrow
39. You tell time by when other people leave studio
40. You can write a 6-page term paper by procrastinating
41. You hear "Didn't you wear that yesterday?' followed by "and the day before that?"
42. You count the number of days (not hours) you've been awake
43. "Respect", "coolness', and "hatred" are all based on how much sleep you get, or lack of
44. You see your own picture on a milk carton
45. You start using words your faculty uses
46. Concept of time is not forward, but a countdown from the time an assignment is due ("What time is it?""4 hours 'till")
47. When there is nothing such as back benching still you fight for the last row to sit which is actually the second row
48. When question on slums didn’t come in today’s paper and you are not worried as it may come tomorrow
49. When your only preparation for the exams is the discussed revision of your classmates
50. When you know the importance of non-sharing of work and you hate the word “team.”
51. You are more interested in making an assorted collection of movies, videos, songs or pornography than actually watching them
52. When you have a sutta class
53. When your class sex ratio is above par, compared to any engineering college in the country, still you hate those girls.
54. When you can discuss about anything without knowing anything
55. The roof, planning block, at 4 AM -- nothing like it
56. Beer bottle cleaning are some of our late-night late projects
57. And if you have been drunk while in the studio working on a project, join the club.
58. You drink more in studio than you do when you're out
59. You use your T-square to play cricket
60. The day has 2 sunrises
61. U can't draw without listening to music
62. When people tell you that they like walking around with you because you see things know one else does
63. When you don't understand how someone doesn't strategize their way through traffic (or everything else in life)
64. When someone says "iconic" and you think of some building
65. When you use words like "equity, rhetoric, ubiquitous"
66. When you have to use spellchecker to see if you spelled "Ubiquitous" right
67. When you're not sure what day of the week it is other then Mondays
68. When you have slept straight through a day and into the next day after a final review
69. When lack of sleep makes you feel and act as if you are high
70. When any flat surface is seen as a place to take a nap, on stairs, on drafting boards
71. When your mom becomes your alarm clock, irrespective of where she lives
72. When you go to studio and spend more time socializing than doing work
73. When you have big enough balls to tell a critique that they are wrong and you end up getting abused
74. When everyone in studio hates you because you are the one who plays their music too loudly
75. When after playing your music too loudly the same people who hated you start to take interest in your music
76. When you have developed an addiction to download new albums, new movies because you have gotten sick of all your old ones
77. When you are the only sober person standing outside for an autorickshaw and the driver is also drunk
78. When you know how to fit 12 in a three wheeler
79. When you have a sign taped to your back that says do not disturb
80. You try to do things to make your friend laugh while he is presenting
81. You sleep while others are being reviewed
82. You have snored during a review
83. When you skip classes because you have too much work to do
84. When writing a paper seems impossible and completely foreign to you and you still write
85. When you have an inexplicable mark running off your page because you fell asleep while drafting
86. You lose your eyesight and you gain backache and neck ache
87. When people stop you in hallways and say "hey, I like your beard" and you realize that you haven't shaved in three reviews
88. When you start measuring all time segments in terms of "reviews”
89. When taking "5" is taking a nap
90. When you try to talk to another person and realize that you've invented your own language and nobody else understands you
91. When Pink Floyd lyrics actually make sense
92. When a 102 degree fever or strep throat is to you no excuse to miss a review
93. When calling our selves loser was the best we can do
94. You don’t have a girlfriend and you admit that you are not capable of
95. When you use A1 sheets to cover yourself to sleep
96. You never watched or knew what others were doing in the studio; still you ended up finishing the semester’s group project
97. When you know the meaning of data sharing
98. You know it’s not over and never will it, as you always keep coming back…
(Not an original idea)
2. After all of your expenses, you can't afford to pay attention
3. You know the different taste between DST, Cello Tape, Glue and Fevicol.
4. You can stay alive without sunlight, without communicating with people or without having food but you would commit suicide if the plotter doesn't plot your work out
5. The only sleep you get is in your Theory classes.
6. You sleep more than 16 hrs at weekends
7. You can dance madly at 3 am though u aren't drunk
8. Your don’t mind writing notes with sketch pens or rotring
9. You spend more time in studio than in your own bed.
10. You’ve ever dreamt about giving reviews.
11. Upon hearing 'model', you think of a nicely crafted-foam core model.
12. Your parents have more of a social life than you.
13. You know all the 24-hour food places in the area.
14. Your Non SPA friends get more sleep in one night than you do in one week.
15. The streetlights turn off.
16. You consider 3AM an early night.
17. When you are out at 3AM, and people knows where you're at.
18. Smoking sounds appealing.
19. You're out on Friday nights in studio.
20. You say "It's only midnight- I have plenty of time to finish."
21. You confuse sunrise with sunset.
22. You ask what time it is, then ask "AM or PM?"
23. You strangle your roommate because s/he said s/he stayed up late studying.
24. Your Friday night is 68 hours long.
25. You know how much a cubic foot of concrete weighs (150lbs).
26. You understand why architects have glasses and white hair (out of no reason)
27. You call some great architects as if they are your friends
28. You know all of these are true, no exaggerations
29. Certain songs remind you of studio
30. Your Sister's favourite brand names are Prada DNKY etc... But yours is Stedlar
31. You can conceptually compose the food on your plate
32. Upon hearing 'Weekends' you think of sleep
33. The hostel 'Nescafe' opens at 4 pm and closes at 4 am
34. You start wearing all black
35. You have no life, and admit it
36. You bring your friends to studio to keep you company
37. You refer to outside studio as the "Real World"
38. You confuse today and tomorrow
39. You tell time by when other people leave studio
40. You can write a 6-page term paper by procrastinating
41. You hear "Didn't you wear that yesterday?' followed by "and the day before that?"
42. You count the number of days (not hours) you've been awake
43. "Respect", "coolness', and "hatred" are all based on how much sleep you get, or lack of
44. You see your own picture on a milk carton
45. You start using words your faculty uses
46. Concept of time is not forward, but a countdown from the time an assignment is due ("What time is it?""4 hours 'till")
47. When there is nothing such as back benching still you fight for the last row to sit which is actually the second row
48. When question on slums didn’t come in today’s paper and you are not worried as it may come tomorrow
49. When your only preparation for the exams is the discussed revision of your classmates
50. When you know the importance of non-sharing of work and you hate the word “team.”
51. You are more interested in making an assorted collection of movies, videos, songs or pornography than actually watching them
52. When you have a sutta class
53. When your class sex ratio is above par, compared to any engineering college in the country, still you hate those girls.
54. When you can discuss about anything without knowing anything
55. The roof, planning block, at 4 AM -- nothing like it
56. Beer bottle cleaning are some of our late-night late projects
57. And if you have been drunk while in the studio working on a project, join the club.
58. You drink more in studio than you do when you're out
59. You use your T-square to play cricket
60. The day has 2 sunrises
61. U can't draw without listening to music
62. When people tell you that they like walking around with you because you see things know one else does
63. When you don't understand how someone doesn't strategize their way through traffic (or everything else in life)
64. When someone says "iconic" and you think of some building
65. When you use words like "equity, rhetoric, ubiquitous"
66. When you have to use spellchecker to see if you spelled "Ubiquitous" right
67. When you're not sure what day of the week it is other then Mondays
68. When you have slept straight through a day and into the next day after a final review
69. When lack of sleep makes you feel and act as if you are high
70. When any flat surface is seen as a place to take a nap, on stairs, on drafting boards
71. When your mom becomes your alarm clock, irrespective of where she lives
72. When you go to studio and spend more time socializing than doing work
73. When you have big enough balls to tell a critique that they are wrong and you end up getting abused
74. When everyone in studio hates you because you are the one who plays their music too loudly
75. When after playing your music too loudly the same people who hated you start to take interest in your music
76. When you have developed an addiction to download new albums, new movies because you have gotten sick of all your old ones
77. When you are the only sober person standing outside for an autorickshaw and the driver is also drunk
78. When you know how to fit 12 in a three wheeler
79. When you have a sign taped to your back that says do not disturb
80. You try to do things to make your friend laugh while he is presenting
81. You sleep while others are being reviewed
82. You have snored during a review
83. When you skip classes because you have too much work to do
84. When writing a paper seems impossible and completely foreign to you and you still write
85. When you have an inexplicable mark running off your page because you fell asleep while drafting
86. You lose your eyesight and you gain backache and neck ache
87. When people stop you in hallways and say "hey, I like your beard" and you realize that you haven't shaved in three reviews
88. When you start measuring all time segments in terms of "reviews”
89. When taking "5" is taking a nap
90. When you try to talk to another person and realize that you've invented your own language and nobody else understands you
91. When Pink Floyd lyrics actually make sense
92. When a 102 degree fever or strep throat is to you no excuse to miss a review
93. When calling our selves loser was the best we can do
94. You don’t have a girlfriend and you admit that you are not capable of
95. When you use A1 sheets to cover yourself to sleep
96. You never watched or knew what others were doing in the studio; still you ended up finishing the semester’s group project
97. When you know the meaning of data sharing
98. You know it’s not over and never will it, as you always keep coming back…
(Not an original idea)
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Illustrious Planning Tank ... Part III
Third Year: Mmmmm the time of laziness is here with hardly any brain utilising work in any of the studios. The subjects are not very forthcoming too, loads ofsurveys to be done, loads of reports to be written, loads of theory subjects to read .. phala dhimkana .. we had obviously reached a level above. Had more stories to enrich the lives of my poor juno ! ( bad girl... big mouth i blv would be some ppls thought abt me! bt i gib a _|_ to assholes ) My moms hates this period, as she thinks or perhaps it might be true to an extent .. .i went over the board with chatting, spending time on planning tank with my seniors ... (now looking back at it, i guess i went overboard .. ) It did create a daraar between me n my mom (thankfully we are back on track now ) ... i kind of hated n loved dis sem ... Fun coz i did things which otherwise i dint do pehle and hated it coz dey dint sync with ne of my general portfolio ... Showed my weaknesses and lack of strenght . I hated dis sem cause I had to work with people I completely abhor ... as in NOSPLAN ... also taught me Beta dont depend on bitches and assholes ...
bt it was kind of fun as I indulged in tadhna ... (however it has startd wid full force only dis sem VIIIth sem) I really dont have great memories of this sem as they are overshadowed by the darker memories ...
but towards the second half things did or went good ... Dear Seniors cum friends (Whom I do treasure not ass lick :P ... ) were going and so less time ... so planning tank sabhas were held in earnest especially as they dint have many classes and only reviews to gib. There were many days to fall back on such as Ram ki GPL day, orientation program, dilli haat day, Nosplan prep days, library discussions abt certain hostel hotshots ( Ha Ha baby will talk abt em )
one of the days i remember is the rally we did .. starting right from the end of external jury to going to Dilli Haat (My first visit dere ) den to Hostel wahaan se dinner den wahaan se a party playing punjabi song (we had a bad DJ for a while ) .. den sleeping in a small room wid 10 people on floor den wahaan se we got up early in the morning , attended a class, played for a while wid a toy we bought in dilli haat and den it dint end dere,.... some person had dis thought of bombarding on anku dear's place... so a contingent of +10 people landed on ankitas place for LUNCH which turned abt to be full blown
party ...
mmm i can never forget that day (nice memories ) but apart from all of dis my student did have a gala time during dis sem so will handover the control over to her ...
Snae-ha absolutely adored the third year of college!! Fifth sem was like the pinnacle of normal social behaviour, with me being friends with like majority of the class...(acquaintances, not friends).. Academically, there could have been no better choice than Zone D, as far as I was concerned! And then, of course, I chose the "dearest" sub-zones for myself which was again fun in its own unique insane way :). Alas, all good things in life come to an end. Started hating the class once again, and this time figured out a new diversion for myself, with a little help from my baest fraend! Sixth sem was UP there, as far as fun is concerned, with like ZERO help from B.Plan. The people we were interacting with were a class apart (literally too).. Those fun times... Twas like being in school again... I love those days! I always wish for those to come back, as far as SPA is concerned. I owe so many thanks to random ppl for tht. Well, at least, they would be remembered in a positive way, more often than not, throughout the rest of my life, which is far more than I can say for the other shitbags...
I have been asked to specifically state the contribution of the Planning Tank.. so here goes for the sixth sem..
I have endlessly NSP-ed (:D) on a specific "boy... not a girl" whilst sitting on the Tank. Of course, my then dearest has also appreciated the view from the Planning Tank when he chanced upon sitting there, and then I had to switch my haunt to the "New Haunting" which is actually so much of a cleaner space than the Tank. I have had a lotta fun memories of NSP-ing at the Tank or of the view of the Tank, so I owe much of my "happy"-ness to the Planning Tank.. (I hope T! is satisfied now!!!)
T!'s turn again....
Fourth Year:
Fourth Yr ... dis tumultuous year has jst proved Karma is a Bitch ... patha nahi kab ke karma they mere ki Fourth year (Exclusively Seventh Sem.) was a pain in the ass ... an all time low with phony shallow fickle minded ppl ...
also fourth yr proved dat we form the upper notch of the pyramid but with hardly any stories to spread around except offcourse to make some one the bakra and harass there mental capacities ... apart from making me mourn death of self pride, i did ghissu the planning on various occasions of asslicking (the previous batch loved dere college a lot and use to come quite a bit ), Nosplan planning and even placement annoncments (as said by certain ppl ... i object though ) and usual social bakar I indulged in.
But Eight Sem till now has been the best of all time till now i believe (i mean lately atleast ) ... I have done NSP like anything .. from pretty boy, superman, angry young man et all not one left . oh have formed a small niche wid very like minded people which i love spending time with a lot. All the time when ever we find time free i.e. 30 mins break for Rondu's class, between discussions, aftr classes, in between various classes, during NSP we carry out activities of bitching, laughing, joking, commenting on dismal volleyball moves of u noe ;), NSPing, kodaking (new activity with the presence of Cameras, good mobiles, we go click click on whim of neone)..... jst abt nething we can possibly do on Planning Tank.
Now fourth year was a serious low as far as at least Seventh sem was concerned. I did not excessively grace the Planning Tank wid my presence often. Whatever little NSP that I continued was more from the "New Haunting" than the Tank... This sem being an all-time low deserves only this mention. Come Eighth semester, found my group of ppl again and started "parking my ass" a lot more frequently on the Tank again. This semester now seems to be hovering somewhere between the second- and the third-best semester of B.Plan., which is pretty high praise indeed, all said and done. Ab jab kaam hi nahi hoga aur bohot sahi si company hogi, toh Tank par hi toh time guzarna padega!!
All the asses in the house Rock the Tank ...Quote by T
bt it was kind of fun as I indulged in tadhna ... (however it has startd wid full force only dis sem VIIIth sem) I really dont have great memories of this sem as they are overshadowed by the darker memories ...
but towards the second half things did or went good ... Dear Seniors cum friends (Whom I do treasure not ass lick :P ... ) were going and so less time ... so planning tank sabhas were held in earnest especially as they dint have many classes and only reviews to gib. There were many days to fall back on such as Ram ki GPL day, orientation program, dilli haat day, Nosplan prep days, library discussions abt certain hostel hotshots ( Ha Ha baby will talk abt em )
one of the days i remember is the rally we did .. starting right from the end of external jury to going to Dilli Haat (My first visit dere ) den to Hostel wahaan se dinner den wahaan se a party playing punjabi song (we had a bad DJ for a while ) .. den sleeping in a small room wid 10 people on floor den wahaan se we got up early in the morning , attended a class, played for a while wid a toy we bought in dilli haat and den it dint end dere,.... some person had dis thought of bombarding on anku dear's place... so a contingent of +10 people landed on ankitas place for LUNCH which turned abt to be full blown
party ...
mmm i can never forget that day (nice memories ) but apart from all of dis my student did have a gala time during dis sem so will handover the control over to her ...
Snae-ha absolutely adored the third year of college!! Fifth sem was like the pinnacle of normal social behaviour, with me being friends with like majority of the class...(acquaintances, not friends).. Academically, there could have been no better choice than Zone D, as far as I was concerned! And then, of course, I chose the "dearest" sub-zones for myself which was again fun in its own unique insane way :). Alas, all good things in life come to an end. Started hating the class once again, and this time figured out a new diversion for myself, with a little help from my baest fraend! Sixth sem was UP there, as far as fun is concerned, with like ZERO help from B.Plan. The people we were interacting with were a class apart (literally too).. Those fun times... Twas like being in school again... I love those days! I always wish for those to come back, as far as SPA is concerned. I owe so many thanks to random ppl for tht. Well, at least, they would be remembered in a positive way, more often than not, throughout the rest of my life, which is far more than I can say for the other shitbags...
I have been asked to specifically state the contribution of the Planning Tank.. so here goes for the sixth sem..
I have endlessly NSP-ed (:D) on a specific "boy... not a girl" whilst sitting on the Tank. Of course, my then dearest has also appreciated the view from the Planning Tank when he chanced upon sitting there, and then I had to switch my haunt to the "New Haunting" which is actually so much of a cleaner space than the Tank. I have had a lotta fun memories of NSP-ing at the Tank or of the view of the Tank, so I owe much of my "happy"-ness to the Planning Tank.. (I hope T! is satisfied now!!!)
T!'s turn again....
Fourth Year:
Fourth Yr ... dis tumultuous year has jst proved Karma is a Bitch ... patha nahi kab ke karma they mere ki Fourth year (Exclusively Seventh Sem.) was a pain in the ass ... an all time low with phony shallow fickle minded ppl ...
also fourth yr proved dat we form the upper notch of the pyramid but with hardly any stories to spread around except offcourse to make some one the bakra and harass there mental capacities ... apart from making me mourn death of self pride, i did ghissu the planning on various occasions of asslicking (the previous batch loved dere college a lot and use to come quite a bit ), Nosplan planning and even placement annoncments (as said by certain ppl ... i object though ) and usual social bakar I indulged in.
But Eight Sem till now has been the best of all time till now i believe (i mean lately atleast ) ... I have done NSP like anything .. from pretty boy, superman, angry young man et all not one left . oh have formed a small niche wid very like minded people which i love spending time with a lot. All the time when ever we find time free i.e. 30 mins break for Rondu's class, between discussions, aftr classes, in between various classes, during NSP we carry out activities of bitching, laughing, joking, commenting on dismal volleyball moves of u noe ;), NSPing, kodaking (new activity with the presence of Cameras, good mobiles, we go click click on whim of neone)..... jst abt nething we can possibly do on Planning Tank.
Now fourth year was a serious low as far as at least Seventh sem was concerned. I did not excessively grace the Planning Tank wid my presence often. Whatever little NSP that I continued was more from the "New Haunting" than the Tank... This sem being an all-time low deserves only this mention. Come Eighth semester, found my group of ppl again and started "parking my ass" a lot more frequently on the Tank again. This semester now seems to be hovering somewhere between the second- and the third-best semester of B.Plan., which is pretty high praise indeed, all said and done. Ab jab kaam hi nahi hoga aur bohot sahi si company hogi, toh Tank par hi toh time guzarna padega!!
All the asses in the house Rock the Tank ...Quote by T
Illustroius Planning Tank .... Part II
Second Year: No more the torture of the 'story telling' as you have moved one notch above and are now the part of the whole system. The system is ruled by Vella fourth yr (who come to college just for the sake of it and sit till the evening), the middle rung being the third year and the second yrs form the lowest level of the hierarchy. As second yrs the semesters provide a complete dichotomy with technical transport planning and then followed by illogical surie sem of site planning. But what so ever be the studio, the result is a exhausted planner in training with bundles of sheets to drag back home. So planning tank is a real life saver for all students with excellent n comfortable sitting, located in proximity to the mahendra bhai canteen and with minimum area for enemy fire (Teachers basically). So after classes you find a comfortable mix of unlucky first years, exhausted second yrs, lazy bums of third years and wise fourth years. Also this time marks for the time when data begging starts at an earnest, especially the transport sem, wen people are too busy to work out sections, figures on there own. Also in the second half tips for model making, home/house designing, satisfying SURIE are other topics discussed with vigor.
Snae-ha has a different view, though! I loved the Transport Sem. I actually made friends in tht good-for-nothin studio, with absolute incompetents "professionals" taking classes (I give a damn if anyone has objections to my choice of adjectives!). That was the time I started openly ignoring seniors who I didn't give a damn about, and hung out wid ppl that I called my friends..um..ok.. acquaintances. I was not exhausted in this particular studio at all! Site planning, however, was as difficult as predicted. It didn't help to have pseudo-intellectual "ppl" state crap like "This Studio allows me to exploit my creativity to the max"... *Yawn*.... And, a whole string of abuses reserved for ppl like tht... But still, I did not incessantly hang out at the Planning Tank...
Over to T! Ma'am again!
waise what sneha kid is saying is pretty accurate, our batch had loads of fun in this semester... i changed specifically to match up wid shitty standards ... the changes undertaken are still undergoing impact analysis... lets c ... however we are talking planning talk not my pyscho analysis...
Snae-ha has a different view, though! I loved the Transport Sem. I actually made friends in tht good-for-nothin studio, with absolute incompetents "professionals" taking classes (I give a damn if anyone has objections to my choice of adjectives!). That was the time I started openly ignoring seniors who I didn't give a damn about, and hung out wid ppl that I called my friends..um..ok.. acquaintances. I was not exhausted in this particular studio at all! Site planning, however, was as difficult as predicted. It didn't help to have pseudo-intellectual "ppl" state crap like "This Studio allows me to exploit my creativity to the max"... *Yawn*.... And, a whole string of abuses reserved for ppl like tht... But still, I did not incessantly hang out at the Planning Tank...
Over to T! Ma'am again!
waise what sneha kid is saying is pretty accurate, our batch had loads of fun in this semester... i changed specifically to match up wid shitty standards ... the changes undertaken are still undergoing impact analysis... lets c ... however we are talking planning talk not my pyscho analysis...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Illustrious Planning Tank......
Joint Paper by T! Ma'am & Sneha Lakhotia (T!/1/2009)
Planning tank is one relic in the grounds of school of planning and architecture which has not undergone any change since the college has been established (well, the igloo has finally been removed, but no other changes!). Basically a tank to store underground water, it has served students in various capacities and roles throughout its history. From a debate ground to ranging centre, it has been a constant and standard compan
ion for all.
Following shall be a small attempt by the disciples and faculty of Pagalpanthi school to tell how the significance changes yet the crux of the matter remains. Why coz 'Pagalpanthi bhi Zaroori hai'
First Year: For a 1st year youngie the planning tank is a place of Terror and horror ! A famous place in the campus (perhaps the only places to haunt now left) which is jaunted by seniors all the time, the first yrs remain as far as possible especially before there coveted freshers ! During the evenings aftr brutal hardcore studios of Surie, students are sucked out of life in class and later when dejectedly trying to go back home they often are made to re route demselves via planning tank ! Self obsessed and all sorts of loser seniors with dreams to be one of the most famous persons on campus call the poor itsy bitsy kids to planning tank. here dey carry out kauf nak interogation "Tum Mujhe janthe ho ?" and if they are educated den "Do u noe me !? " "Do U ! ". We would here write one of the most common incidents which happens near planning tank, and one of the most dearie students fell prey to it.
The stage is all yours Snae - Ha
Hmm.. so first of greetings to all losers reading this. Now, continuing with the illustration so far... This incident which I'm being made to narrate happened in ATR (across the road, u lesser mortals) where I was getting the prints taken of the sheets of Site Planning sem. Here, while I was busy pondering upon nothing in general, my thoughts were interrupted (pretty rudely, I might add) by some asshole Archi "senior" who ought to be called "Should-be-shot-dead". Now the conversation which was forced upon the disciple of the T! class shall be recorded for the benefit of the readers..:
A (archi loser): Are u a B.Plan. student?
S (snae-ha): ya
A: Do u know who I m?
S: No (*thinking* "couldn't care less... will u shut the f*** up now?")
A: *waiting for me to ask his asshole name*
S: *turns back to her sheets*
A: Do u know I'm ur senior?
S: U arent in Planning
A: YA!!!! I'm in Archi! Do u know who I am?
S: Um.. no... (*wondering if he's retarded and dint get the answer the first time*)
A:*waiting again for me to ask his godforsaken name*
S: *turns her back to him this time*
A: *pointing at S's sheets* how much turning radius have u given for the basement parking ramp?
S: *wondering really how annoying someone can be* 5 m
A: Tht's correct! Vaise, aaj kal 6 m bhi de sakte hain
S: OK.. Maine nahi diya (*in a supremely bored voice*)
A: Achcha ok. I havta leave now. It was really nice meeting you
S: (*thinking "wish i could say the same for this extremely painful inflicted meeting"*) Thanks
A: What is your name?
S: Sneha
A: *waiting for me to ask his name*
S: *wondering when someone would shoot his guts out and turns to the counter to pay for her sheets and get the hell lost b4 the torture continues further*
So, that was that! Hopefully nobody else has been subjected to this torture! I hereby proclaim for all juniors bothering to read this... There is no shit like "senior-junior"... If u think u would like to know me, u can ask me my name.. I wont make u run around and get u to figure it out. We can hang out if the liking of each other's company is mutual. Don't bug me with ur presence if I'm only a "Senior" to you!
Over to T! Ma'am....
Well you see above mentioned dialogue is testimony of the respect our seniors demand during our chusa yr (first yr poppy heads! ). and these are not just one of a kind experiences but something we would hold it for a whole year till we can proudly proclaim i m a 2nd yr.
This is till freshers. However the real significance of planning tank is when freshers get over, as officially the bad mode of seniors are over. They show us there sweetened every diabetic wolf nature. The sweetness to challenge honey they would invite us to planning tank with open arms. They would share there stories of max three year old like war veterans. Studios are battle grounds, with sheets as there trenches and they would dodge or get hit by poisonous darts launched by our faculty. Second to second the story is launched and juniors are made to listen to it till have guts to say sir i have heard it three times already and embarrass the hell out of the poor senior :D. But then not all seniors are d bad ones, some are good and they do pass there legacy of theirs for there proteges. Some juniors who are taken under the wings of certain goody goody seniors are given lessons, tips, notes, books etc. But what so ever be there first yrs are drafted in the system of Planning tank abraders :D
Planning tank is one relic in the grounds of school of planning and architecture which has not undergone any change since the college has been established (well, the igloo has finally been removed, but no other changes!). Basically a tank to store underground water, it has served students in various capacities and roles throughout its history. From a debate ground to ranging centre, it has been a constant and standard compan
ion for all.Following shall be a small attempt by the disciples and faculty of Pagalpanthi school to tell how the significance changes yet the crux of the matter remains. Why coz 'Pagalpanthi bhi Zaroori hai'
First Year: For a 1st year youngie the planning tank is a place of Terror and horror ! A famous place in the campus (perhaps the only places to haunt now left) which is jaunted by seniors all the time, the first yrs remain as far as possible especially before there coveted freshers ! During the evenings aftr brutal hardcore studios of Surie, students are sucked out of life in class and later when dejectedly trying to go back home they often are made to re route demselves via planning tank ! Self obsessed and all sorts of loser seniors with dreams to be one of the most famous persons on campus call the poor itsy bitsy kids to planning tank. here dey carry out kauf nak interogation "Tum Mujhe janthe ho ?" and if they are educated den "Do u noe me !? " "Do U ! ". We would here write one of the most common incidents which happens near planning tank, and one of the most dearie students fell prey to it.
The stage is all yours Snae - Ha
Hmm.. so first of greetings to all losers reading this. Now, continuing with the illustration so far... This incident which I'm being made to narrate happened in ATR (across the road, u lesser mortals) where I was getting the prints taken of the sheets of Site Planning sem. Here, while I was busy pondering upon nothing in general, my thoughts were interrupted (pretty rudely, I might add) by some asshole Archi "senior" who ought to be called "Should-be-shot-dead". Now the conversation which was forced upon the disciple of the T! class shall be recorded for the benefit of the readers..:
A (archi loser): Are u a B.Plan. student?
S (snae-ha): ya
A: Do u know who I m?
S: No (*thinking* "couldn't care less... will u shut the f*** up now?")
A: *waiting for me to ask his asshole name*
S: *turns back to her sheets*
A: Do u know I'm ur senior?
S: U arent in Planning
A: YA!!!! I'm in Archi! Do u know who I am?
S: Um.. no... (*wondering if he's retarded and dint get the answer the first time*)
A:*waiting again for me to ask his godforsaken name*
S: *turns her back to him this time*
A: *pointing at S's sheets* how much turning radius have u given for the basement parking ramp?
S: *wondering really how annoying someone can be* 5 m
A: Tht's correct! Vaise, aaj kal 6 m bhi de sakte hain
S: OK.. Maine nahi diya (*in a supremely bored voice*)
A: Achcha ok. I havta leave now. It was really nice meeting you
S: (*thinking "wish i could say the same for this extremely painful inflicted meeting"*) Thanks
A: What is your name?
S: Sneha
A: *waiting for me to ask his name*
S: *wondering when someone would shoot his guts out and turns to the counter to pay for her sheets and get the hell lost b4 the torture continues further*
So, that was that! Hopefully nobody else has been subjected to this torture! I hereby proclaim for all juniors bothering to read this... There is no shit like "senior-junior"... If u think u would like to know me, u can ask me my name.. I wont make u run around and get u to figure it out. We can hang out if the liking of each other's company is mutual. Don't bug me with ur presence if I'm only a "Senior" to you!
Over to T! Ma'am....
Well you see above mentioned dialogue is testimony of the respect our seniors demand during our chusa yr (first yr poppy heads! ). and these are not just one of a kind experiences but something we would hold it for a whole year till we can proudly proclaim i m a 2nd yr.
This is till freshers. However the real significance of planning tank is when freshers get over, as officially the bad mode of seniors are over. They show us there sweetened every diabetic wolf nature. The sweetness to challenge honey they would invite us to planning tank with open arms. They would share there stories of max three year old like war veterans. Studios are battle grounds, with sheets as there trenches and they would dodge or get hit by poisonous darts launched by our faculty. Second to second the story is launched and juniors are made to listen to it till have guts to say sir i have heard it three times already and embarrass the hell out of the poor senior :D. But then not all seniors are d bad ones, some are good and they do pass there legacy of theirs for there proteges. Some juniors who are taken under the wings of certain goody goody seniors are given lessons, tips, notes, books etc. But what so ever be there first yrs are drafted in the system of Planning tank abraders :D
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