Rewind, Pause, Play....

           So, its 4 A.M. , two days to go for the first compre of this semester. Not exactly the right time for a blog post... but then what the heck, I'm the one writing :P
           Now, where were we....yeah... okay....another sem gone by, howz it been? I'll get to that. Some historical facts first.
            Seniors.... and their seniors...... and their seniors (I could trace this back to a lot more generations, but then space is a constraint) have told us, time and again, that 2-1 is the "litest" sem in BITSian life (of course, I presume that psenti semites are too detached from reality to even be counted among the people studying here, so we're not including psenti sem in these stats). THIS is the time to get a life, or so they say. Tales of how people fall into the big, black hole of CDCs after the second year are recounted with shivers and shudders, while second yearites listen to them for the billionth time and are still overcome with the strange feeling of impending doom.
         So this, dear Reader, is the background with which the sem started. And what a start it was! Now,  I had waited patiently for an entire year to get a single room (please imagine Beethoven's symphony playing in the background. It'll add to the feel :D ). For nights I would dream about how I could keep it the way I wanted.. days would be spent imagining how I would keep it sparkling clean and not the way I had "maintained" my room all of first year (no, even I have no clue of just what I was thinking then.). Needless to say, when the sem did start, I, brimming with enthusiasm, came two days in advance. I needed to set up my room, make sure that it was just perfect before the registration, make it the bestest room that anyone had ever set eyes on.... you get the gist.
       Well, turned out, my room was the cloak room.. so unless every person had collected their luggage from my room, it could not be handed over. Hell broke lose. My plans came to naught. I lived in a spare room without a mattress and pillow, and without unpacking my luggage for the next two days. The tone, or so I imagined, had been set for the rest of the sem.
       Of course, then there were nice times. No tuts (yeah, first and third years reading this, be jealous ), says Murphy's Law means no classes. So that was it. Soon followed 18 hours of sleep in a day, nights of watching nothing but random sitcoms, cartoons (yeah, I watched endless episodes of shin-chan :D ) and other similar acts of heavenly joblessness.
       Then there were MT classes. I don't know a single person who didn't curse them. They were the reason I had to wake up at friggin 9 in the morning. I donno about you, but 9 is inhumanly early, at least as far as I am concerned. So I would enter class looking like a half choked fish, somehow manage to finish the experiment, come back and.. ...what else? SLEEP. :D
       Tests came. Nighouts happened. More tests came. Some cursing happened. Nightouts increased. And just when they got over and I felt like I'd conquered the world, came the T3 s..and the repwri report....and the maths assignment...and the ES assignment...and the.....err....something.. I forgot. So, the crux is, that there were like a bazillion assignments to do, and I had absolutely no clue as to how this was the...ahem... "litest" semester on campus. Then came the marks, then came the heartbreaks, then came the inevitable BITSian lifesaver, "Lite lo".
       Discovered a lot of new things. Realized that the ammeter in the physics lab can be made to work correctly if banged on the table with just the right amount of force. Learnt that an external hard disk is a must have. (It nearly broke my heart when I deleted Godfather from my comp, but with just 18 mb of memory left, I had no other options *sigh*). Learnt that duct tape is the best weapon against unwanted....errrr....animals in your room. Learnt that too many intros with juniors can get bugging after sometime. Learnt that Oasis stimulates weird homeostatic conditions in some species of human. Learnt that making paper planes is not easy. And realized that "OMG! They killed Kenny",  does not sound like such a cool ringtone when your phone rings in class. And that Rajnikat  ver2.0..well....don't even get me started on what he can do.
     Oh, and now while I glance at the calendar and the feeling that there really are just two days left for the compre to begin,  dawns upon me.. I also realize that I still don't know where my MT manuals are and that I haven't seen them around for quite sometime now...and that if I'm to save myself from eternal doom, I'd better do something about it soon.
      Ending on that note, and wishing all BITSians the very best for their compres.
                     .... May we all survive to see the golden dawn when comprees are but a thing of the past. (yeah, maybe I should just sleep now...I'm beginning to write lame poetry.)