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
