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...The never-submitted assignments



...The ‘paper-chat’ sessions during CTS classes



...The launch of Pranav’05,ECE department’s first
National level Technical Symposium



...The blank expressions that greeted every
viva Q posed by the external examiner



...The ranking of MSEC among the top 10 engineering
colleges in just 4 years of its coming



...The quotidian tests that burgeoned
“professional copiers”



...The letters of apology for every
mistake Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane,
Jill and Jiki ever made



...The teachers who came, saw, and went



...The ODs that stood for what college life
is all about



...The IV trip to Bangalore



...The “5X impositions” rule that was exercised
on all students from time to time



...The never understood EC-I paper



...The never understood EC-II paper



(...and to cut short, every other paper...)



...The “kalaichifying system” that measured
a target’s embarrassment on a
Richter equivalent scale



...The launch of Pranav’06 and everything
beautiful that came with it



...The bonding with the class guys for
the first time ever



...The SMS addiction that reached its peak
during classroom lectures



...The casual conversations with fellow mates
while writing exams



...The discovery that a 6-day old ‘canteen Samosa’
tasted better than a 3-day old one,
and that a ‘canteen Pepsi’was not canteen Pepsi
minus a mosquito and/or its droppings...



3 years in MSEC...and i could go on and on...

Comments

c said…
hehe ash! thanks for visitng my blog.. awfully sweet of u..and ya i think i am starting to belive that i Can sorta write too.. unexpected pleasant surprise.. and wow msec sounds wayy more fun now then i imagined it to ever be-lol.
c said…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AISH, WISH U A GR8 YEAR AHEAD-ALL THE BEST!!!!
Shunyata said…
thanks c. On a different note, my warm wishes and regards to ur brother.

Take care.
Ajay Bharathi said…
Gr8 one ...
4 years of coll life put in a cheeky sugary note.
And really the exam time wispering is a good one...
Kudos 2 u

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