After a brief sabbatical from writing, I'm back again. Relatively relieved after giving the dreadful end sem exams which never cease to suck the blood of poor engineering students like us :(
Well, I'm into my final year of engineering. It seems like 'twas just yesterday, that we stepped into the premises of a college, with high hopes and rocketing aspirations; believing ourselves as true engineers. Though, three years or rather 6 semesters have passed, some of the aspirations have indeed taken a tumble :P
When reality check knocks at your door, and when one introspects, I tend to realize that inspite of the 3 years begone, I've hardly learnt anything that could distinguish me from the rest of the student population. Is just passing exams and scoring marks suffice to tag you as an engineer. Not in my view atleast. I don't want to sound ala cynic but thats the truth. The colleges and the varsities manufacture engineers and not create them. They seem to have some sort of a predefined mould (read curriculum) through which students need to trespass to come out (most of the time) as so-called engineers.
The past semester was indeed a memorable one with loads sporadic fun and intermittent studies. The semester's highlight was indeed the fest season. Participating in virtually every fest of the North campus, I learnt a few acrid truths about the substandard participation and anticipation of our very dear IPU. I'd like to rename it as Institute of Perennial Unpredictability. Right from exam results to fests to anything under the sun, everything is so fickle and volatile in it. Sometimes this volatility transcending into the grasslands of incredibility. Though I managed to win some prizes in these fests, the major chunk of accolades came at my own college fest. This year was special as the college allowed the organisation of the cultural fest as well. Both, the Avensis (for which I was the chief blogger) and Genesis were the highlights of the otherwise lackadaisical semester. The icing on the cake was definitely the General Quiz triumph at the University fest.
The subjects, hmmm, what should I say, they were the most soporific, to say the least. Be it Microwave Engineering or Digital Signal Processing, the frequency of yawning and frequent spurts of sleeping was more than the frequency at which the microwave works. On top of that the lecturers that were assigned to teach us these extremely interesting subjects were nobel prize winners in pathetic teaching sometimes constantly trying to pip each other while playing with our already dangling careers, which started to dangle even more after the DSP final exam. The chances of making the cut are bleak, so I've started to entice my Gods!.
Towards the flag end of the semester, the insipid part swapped with another extremely significant and joyous event, The Farewell. One of the best days of the last semester, the farewell was eventually well organized and was appreciated by the seniors and teachers alike. In a nutshell, a semester that I'd like to remember for the years to come**if I don't flunk in DSP.
PS: As the ordeal continues, I sign off.
Udit Bhatia
Now, General Secretary, IEEE MSIT
