Strange Encounters

I'm in Tif right now, typing this thing out. The place is unusually deserted. Not many people around. It is ideal time to pen. I'll narrate a few encounters I've had in recent times.

I was waiting at the GC for a lift. There was this nice red car going past which I was absolutely sure won't stop. So I waved madly wanting to just say Hi! You know one of those times, you like to let go of the sophesticated person you are and just jump around crazily in a stupid attempt to do something whakhy, consoling yourself that your spectators are total strangers? Well, that's waht I did. Yep. And the strange little red car? It screeched and halted. I think it took about 84 nanoseconds for it to stop. My reflexes are reserved for adverseries. So I continued to splash mud around when my PH101 prof waved back from inside the car. Oopsie!


The other day I was in Tif gulping down my food so I won't be late for a certain class scheduled about 8 minutes from then. I was gobbling up my food, when I saw my prof (who was supposed to take class in 8 minutes) peacefully eating. Yay! So I finished my last bite and hurried over to get a coffee. I wanted to finish it off and run; but I saw this prof get up, and get his coffee. He did not seem to be in a hurry at all. I guessed he must have a 2 wheeler while I had to run to class. And I HAD to win the race. So I ran all the way to MSB. As I entered MSB, I saw him park the 2 wheeler. Woo hoo!! I'd won! I took the lift and reached my class with a smirk that spoke of youthful pride only to see the class in session, with half the board filled. Baffled? Completely.

The other day I was sitting at CCD, sipping coffee, when I decided to take a break and have a chit chat upstairs. Tata Book House is a small area of space above CCD. (Nobody really notices it in the huge mess and darkness of birthday parties celebrated on CCD rooftop) There I found a book titled Reflections by IItians. I scanned through those pages to find this very interesting thing said by my fac-ad.

You cannot measure society with a slide-rule, compute culture with a calculator, and you cannot redress grievances by writing reports.

Apart from the alliteration, what I noticed is the rich and wide areas of interests the profs here have. They are not the nerds we label them for our convinience nor do they lead the boring lives we imagine they do. They bring with them, a vast range of experiences and expertise, from which we can only gain by interacting with these men-of-the-mind. They are all mostly nice, friendly and desperate to see some fraction of their enthusiasm in us. It is sad that we don't interact with profs as much as we should. That probably comes from the fact that we are mostly intimidated by their genius. But this should change. And it will.

Ok I'm heading back to room. Thanks for hopping by.

Oh. Wait. Hey!

I forgot the best encounter of all.

So I was talking to a prof the other day and he presented with me with an astonishing fact: The Insti admin keeps track of student blogs! They sort of want to know what the students feel.

Creepy? Very.

PS: When in doubt, praise the lord who gives food, appetite and grades.