I was pretty ecstatic over a decent fourth semester. I had finished the most moronic, boring tedium of registering myself for the next semester.(More on the registration later). On my way back to the hostel, I run into two of my batch mates. I cant feign my ignorance of their presence, for their beaming eyes had already met my snubbing ones. So, I make an effort to say Hi, and try to strike up a rather 'interesting' conversation. They are acquaintances , not friends and the socializing skills of IITians are as good as the seducing capabilities of eunuchs.The conversation was one which was forcibly and artificially forged. Just to ensure no one gets offended, lets call the other two characters Pete, Paul.
Now, the practice in IITG is that the room allotted in the beginning is the one for all of your stay. (Unless ofcourse ya want to change it). Its been two years, and I have made good friends in my neighbors. I have got no reason to change. Given this background,Paul does away with the cliched HI, wassups.. and out of the blue throws " Is your room the same?" onto me. I smirk and say Yes. (My God! Aren't we, humans, the most ridiculous species on this earth? I mean come-on, he would have some sense had he asked me my acads, future plans or even movies for that matter; in the guise of suavity, ya shouldn't sound so poopish!)
Pete asks me with a rather sonorous voice "Ya have got ur passport done?" I say yes, I have. He says he has to apply for one, and the process is obviously as irritating as a marriage(It involves the GOVT ppl!) Now, most rational humans would stop here, but I didn't :( I went on with my nuggets of wisdom saying its ok not to have a passport, (if it's ok not to have one why did I apply in the first place?) provided ya ain't interested in foreign interns. (Should have stopped halfway--I know; I felt I was being empathetic; but I realize now I wasn't)
The above sarcasm not withstanding; I think these lame and nonsensical discussions keep us IITians sane.( What! with a totally virile environ and not even a scintilla of feminine existence in the campus, life sure sucks big time)
Now, the practice in IITG is that the room allotted in the beginning is the one for all of your stay. (Unless ofcourse ya want to change it). Its been two years, and I have made good friends in my neighbors. I have got no reason to change. Given this background,Paul does away with the cliched HI, wassups.. and out of the blue throws " Is your room the same?" onto me. I smirk and say Yes. (My God! Aren't we, humans, the most ridiculous species on this earth? I mean come-on, he would have some sense had he asked me my acads, future plans or even movies for that matter; in the guise of suavity, ya shouldn't sound so poopish!)
Pete asks me with a rather sonorous voice "Ya have got ur passport done?" I say yes, I have. He says he has to apply for one, and the process is obviously as irritating as a marriage(It involves the GOVT ppl!) Now, most rational humans would stop here, but I didn't :( I went on with my nuggets of wisdom saying its ok not to have a passport, (if it's ok not to have one why did I apply in the first place?) provided ya ain't interested in foreign interns. (Should have stopped halfway--I know; I felt I was being empathetic; but I realize now I wasn't)
The above sarcasm not withstanding; I think these lame and nonsensical discussions keep us IITians sane.( What! with a totally virile environ and not even a scintilla of feminine existence in the campus, life sure sucks big time)
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cintilla of feminine existence</i
:D
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