Its all about Feelings... A CASE STUDY.

Sophomore Saga

A CASE-STUDY

Its all about Feelings...

It has, undoubtedly, been long since I last saw this text editor.

Well if I go on to the extent of reinvigorating my memory, or more suitably, viewing my past blog posts, my last composed thing came up here on the web, a staggering, 3 months ago... //gasp
Now the only way not to make it 4 or 5 months, is, obviously,  to do the honors RIGHT NOW...

So here am I, back again, with a frivolous description of an, otherwise, significant and pressing escapades and undertakings of the new semester (count it as THIRD), which distinctly holds the privilege of being my first semester as a sophomore... // oh yeah..!!!


I'll modulate this extensive task for the sake of brevity and understanding.
Here I go:

switch (feels)                  // cases without a "break"... 'cause we definitely felt all of those.. 
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        case(1):  DETACHED !!!
                       LBS was the nerve center for all activities in KGP. All activities, of all sorts around, needs junta (or rather, laborers). And I'm pleased /* society wala */ to say LBS supplies that in abundance. "Over-enthusiastic freshers" are the only reason why KGP looks inhabited. Had it not been for the fachhas, there'd be no stupid freshers intro seminars (actually a relief), no fests, and literally, no workforce in societies; in short, KGP-life would be short-circuited, converting it to linear circuit where effort -> desired result, short-circuiting the non-linear and enormously energy consuming extra-curriculars element.. //had life been so simple.
But this section is not intended for these student associations, absolutely not.
It reads "Detached" (in bold and caps), which certainly doesn't imply directly to the text above-mentioned. Well that all was just a prelude to what's to come up.

Detachment was the result of the least-awaited and "severely-ill-timed" HMC doc pertaining to hall allotments.
"I-ll timed".???
Well if a life-altering announcement is enforced on you while you sit perplexed and intimidated, staring into the terribly heavy, voluminous, and "angry" book ( -Jain & I-"anger"), aware of the zero-output capability of yours the very next day in the examination hall, you better not ask this question..:P
But, honors had to be done and with extreme disregard for student mentality and mindset, the decision remained unchanged and the doc flashed up on the screens of our dust-ridden laptops.
The result.
EMOTIONS.!!!
Emotions all around...
Jubilance of being allotted the most-favored hall... or, sheer disappointment in the anti-situation..
Elated to have the entire friend circle out together again... or conversely, sulk in the moment of detachment..

There were emotions...

Had I possessed in myself, a bleak glimpse of some great poet, words in rhythm would have aptly decorated the scenario on paper.
But sadly for the world, that was not to be.. and hence, here we are.. 'Writing' and 'Reading' this stuff some 5 irrelevant months after the scene of action.

Naturally, the feelings won't be similar; nonetheless, the effort won't go in vain when I'll say those feelings were short-lived, as people remarkably found solace in their tryst with hall-life as most of them settled content-and-happy (//ahem ahem), while the rebellious ones had the courage to move ahead and grab the privilege of attending the OP seminars in 2 halls... (//Brought to you by HallC. , Courtesy- HMC .)

But, what we all definitely missed was the abode of close to a quarter junta in the campus (aka, LBS). And hence, theoretically, DETACHED.!!!


        case(2): Life in a Senior Hall..       (excluding rightfully, those 80 odd people in LBS)
                      Returning back from home, KGP seemed to have gone irrational. The most-ordered sense of life that existed back in the days of LBS, seemed to be quite distant from reality. There was commotion and chaos, distress and disorder of the highest level. People frantically shifting homes, rooms being cleaned (that was for those who atleast got a room :P), people struggling for room keys from past occupants, no order in the mess, etc etc were just some highlights of the first fortnight in the campus.
A vagabond of LLR residing in RK or some nomadic PAN Loop-ians appreciating the likes of LBS, was a common scene. There were rooms, severely oppressed, which were supporting about 4-5 times of its qualified ability to contain humans.. I wonder, had these rooms had tongues, they would have been a gem of a replacement of an angry senior during OP sessions...   #Curses

But for the well-settled lot, life was undeniably better..
The freedom from LBS Mess, arguably the biggest goal of every fresher in KGP, was met by close to 99% of the junta. The life of a sophomore suited people well. The aspiration to be an engineer was finally realized as junk courses in first year (designed only for some people) gave way to serious departmental courses.. Faith was restored in JOCSAP Seat Allocation as finally people got to study what they came to study for...
In short, there was finally some essence of IIT.

Back to serious grounds...
Despite all these, there was ONE underlying and Pivotal reason why many people cursed their life the way it was...
Lets move ahead. Next Case.



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// Disclaimer: Based on Hypothesis (CS Guys should fall in love with this word. -AM) and creativity of the writer. Readers' discretion is necessary and recommended. This case bears no resemblance to any thing/case/practice whatsoever and it would be purely coincidental if it indeed does.

         case (3):  Terror !!
         The gloomy shades clearly symbolized the arrival of terror. Surely crude and concentrated enough to seep "beyond the woods" and beat the hell out of Count Dracula as he lay marinated in disillusion in his secluded room in Transylvania, asking his friend and partner-in-crime (quite literally) Frankenstein to lock his room gates from the outside. Frankenstein, would be found in a hazy state in the library some hours later only to return by midnight just to make way for his friend Dracula to come out and loo. Their commander and chief of the wing, Ravana was a tougher (or rather, ill-fated) guy and had to attend the scene of terror quite regularly..
But quite literally, if Count Dracula or Frankenstein would ever be spotted in public, they would be rightfully rewarded..
The scene of terror was never actually found...

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Thus, was a summary of life, in short, of the first month as a sophomore.
Further events would be aptly and judiciously reported in the future works.

Customary Hash-tags:
#SecondYear
#ComputerScience
#Feels
#MSHall

As our beloved Count would say it :    La revedere...!!!

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