Sponco

The only thing that scares the hell out of me these days is sponco. I have done some research on the internet about it, the theories, the causes.. One, deposits of flammable body fats in excess, two, build up of static energy inside the body, you know , which results in something similar to short circuits ..stuff like that. Randy Marsh knows better than anyone else.
Though it aint proved thoritically, I believe high temparatures results in sponco. And on the top of it, we have exams at the great ole MVSR, the place that burns your ::beep:: off before you could smell something is burning. I remember the first ride to MVSR, somewhere before first year exams, which took us one hour to find it and one-half more to reach there.
The person who has above 80pc attendence in this college should be awarded the ultimate survivor award, seriously. We had real tough time during first two years, especially me. Then for two semesters it was 'da coolest exam center of all', MJCT, just 10min from my home, I had a real home advantage during the exams.
Now, take a badminton court, build walls around it, make some holes to the walls and fill those holes with benches and call 'em classes, call the entire setup a college and compare it with deccan. whoala.. no difference? you are just right there. It was our exam center last semester. Though the place aint cool, the results were definitely cool.
But this time its just a perfect combination for a complete disaster, MVSR+High temparatures+long rides(equals=)greater chances of sponco. Thats the reason why Im scared. You see a person in black shoes and few minutes later you see black shoes..but no person. Or you see a person on a bicycle, the next moment you see the bicycle crashing into curbs with the person no where to be seen. Thats the power of sponco. Despite that I decided to take the exams.you know..,I had to. My MC paper was more of my assumptions on MC than the actual answers, and ES was like 'write what I remember' kinda paper. I am very happy to have successfully completed two of my exams without being subjected to sponco. Because Im still here and they killed Kenny!! So what is sponco?

Drenched

Electricity fluctuations resulted in uninterrupted power cuts today. And it strikes again in the middle of printing. The dude at DTP is good enough to pack my papers whatsoever is printed in a thick envelope and sealed 'em up with tape so that all the crap thats inside stays safe and waterproof. He is packing up his things now. Pulled off the pay phone which suffered excessive flirt content especially during the last call. The last call dude stands on my left side and I try hard not to think louder. He is probably waiting for the rain to slowdown, unlike me. I am not waiting, I want to walk in the rain. But I dont wanna risk being gawked, cos Im not gonna hurry like others, I wanna walk,real slow,I wanna drench. A dude with a leather handbag goes running ,crosses the road ,joins a bunch standing on the other side of the road. He would have carried the same amount of water in his pockets, even if he went there crawling on his belly. But guess what, if a person walks in the rain without hurrying, people gives a strange look that says ,"oh..look at this guy,he must be nuts to drench in rain..hehe". People have no brains. I moved a bit as the dude locks the door. Its raining even better now. I can see those bigger rain droplets everytime a vehicle passes by. I dont wanna take cover, and I dont wanna keep the packet of documents on my head and look like a clown to me all the way down to my apartment, though its waterproof. I am not looking at the bunch on the other side. I watch my shirt go black, its 11 and its dark ,still I can see the rain. I feel it. I feel the raindrops, awaiting the gravity's green signal before leaving my finger tips. I am drenched.

R.I.P Internals

And there it is, one final internal at da college. I wont be seeing anymore question papers labelled "Chaitanya Bharathi Institute of Technology". There are times where we used to study for about a week before the internals which then shrunk to three days, then to the day before exams, hours before exam, ..minutes ..and finally no preparation at all. Its da process. No wonder , you study for days ..hours for just a 20 marks paper to be written in one hour. and you end up with 10-15 marks even if you know all the answers, just cos there wasnt enough time to scribble. And I guess my process of shrinking preparation times was a bit faster than the rest. I stopped reading for internals since first internal this semester. My aim is not internals, my aim is external, thats what our mathematics dude used to say. May be in my case its neither of 'em. But internals is the time where you have real fun. People have no choice but to come to college, so I wont be missing anyone, especially my friends. And the preparation after coming to college, its a real deal. No matter how much you read at home, the preparation you do after coming to college only thing that counts. No wonder, you will find people reading all over., scattered., grouped., on the stairs, lawns, under trees, on the trees, parking lots, canteen, anywhere they could possibly lay their ::beep::s on. And then suddenly someone comes runnning during this tight session, and tells a bunch of his friends about some question he is expecting for the exam. Now the hands executes their search program to find that 'important' topic. But twist in the story here,people suddenly realizes that the topic is somewhere else in another text book. Now the grey matter works even faster. Their search query for the person having that text displays 100% matching result, a dude reading near chemistry lab. The Bunch runs towards that guy, but the dude misunderstands them and runs towards canteen and by the time people get hold of the text book the clocks ticks 10:30 . The bunch reads something while walking towards the examination hall and writes the samething no matter what the question is. But the real challenge comes after taking the test. Now you start researching your answer sheet, you compare your answers with the correct answers, try to relate them, so as to convince the evaluator for marks. By the time the papers are corrected you try to convince them, tell them you will score better marks in next internal. Then they run a obvious piece of code that says if(next internal) then (marks++).The cycle continues. But not anymore. There is no next internal. All the tight study sessions, awkward reading places, PG block building which was more of entertainment than study, 'how did you write the internal?'-kinda questions though we know how we write internals, 'kuch bhi nai pada'-kinda dialogues, I would never forget.