Here I am...this is me...there r lots of places on Earth i would rather be right now. (:D). But come to think of it...this place isn’t soooo bad. Since I’m not one of those not too particularly bothered about the ban slapped on the city's nightlife I feel that we r a pretty chilled out city. I have had 3 months to sit and think, about nothing in particular...just Think.
Its funny one year after getting into college is over... (Forgive me for the Scrubs-like introspection...but hey, I’m hooked to that sitcom :) ) . There is such a stark contrast between then and now. I was so innocent then...ahhhh so sweet, but now I have been dragged into the dirty bowels of the very system we like to call ENGINEERING COLLEGE (or like the most of us accha kannadigas refer to as Yanji-nearing kaaleju) .
Let's get back to the very beginning. People started asking us if our expectations of the college had been fulfilled and we were left wondering what to say to these morons. We were barely a month old into good old RV and getting used to being referred to as junis, or kids or bachas, or Ae Saale (Where did “Yen macha...yengidya??” Go off all of sudden?) and we were supposed to say if our expectations were fulfilled?? The first thought that popped into my head at that point of time was ("These Rvites are crazy ...tap tapp tapp") I also thought “Expectations???!!! -Blown to bits”.
There was no escaping the wolf-like gaze of the seniors.(reminds me of Big Brother in 1984 now that i have read the book.) The first time we were brave enough to venture into the basketball court, we were met by some seniors...one of them (an “oi I’m senior you are juni bwaahahahahahaha” type fella) asked one of his buddies ...eh macha you think we should rag them??? (I was like "Gaadbless you Saar...you are at least a maNNina maga. Better you than a You Know Who"). While I was saying my prayers and feeling my pulse race to a 102,his buddy who was obviously more wise in the ways of the world, than the would- be ragger said "No da macha ,let’s leave them...they are an autonomous batch ;The college is ragging them enough”. I say what!!!!??? So much for anti-ragging seminars, thank you.
And thus we spent our first year getting bumbooed by teachers who themselves were stumped by the autonomy we had obtained. (Poor chaps… Give them some credit at least I say…they try their best.* Snort!!*)
NOW!!!!! It is with Great Expectations that i await the arrival of our Dearest Junis .We may not rag them , we may not even ask them to "put intro", let alone ask THEM their name, LET ALONE talk to them, but in our own way we would INTIMIDATE them . Not to mention their presence most definitely gives us a sense of superiority .The mere THOUGHT of it is SWWEEEET *SLURP*. We are no longer junis.We are the masters of our own domain. Let the junis tremble and quake at our very sight. !!!!!
Oh and Expectations!!??? “HAAHAHA HAAHAHA HAAHAHAHAHA.”
PS:
To completely understand this post i.e. understand some of the phrases used, you must -
1. Watch Scrubs to see the type of introspection I am talking about.
2. Be quite well versed in Namma Kannada Slaangu. (At least be slightly aware of it is what I mean)
3. Read Asterix comics
4. Watch Dexter’s Lab to experience the Mandarkian laughter first hand.
