If you're reading this blogpost(boy, are you jobless!) and want to know why I haven't written in a while, know this : Life in Pilani in third year is a bitch. Nope, I won't change this sentence. It. Is. A. Bitch.
Period.
This post is going to be a rant.You don't have to necessarily read it. But since you've clicked on this link in God-knows-what doomed moment, you might as well stay on a bit longer.
So, what was I saying? Yeah, well, for starters, you have CDCs. Compulsory disciplinary courses. They're what apparently bring about that all important transformation from noobs to engineers. They're supposed to, that is. Not happening here, but hey! it's just me.
My CDC experience has so far been this:
Go to lab.
Look at the question.
Look at the question.
Stare at the question.
Make a diagram.
Code.
Code.
Code.
CODE!!
Compile the code.
Run the code.
Segmentation fault. (no, don't wiki this up. It's just geek for you're screwed)
Die.
And then there's this whole what-is-the-meaning-of-life phase that comes up from time to time. What happens then is that since I don't want to study for the next day's test, and I have nothing better to do, I lie back and stare at the ceiling fan. And stare. And then stare some more. Only, it never answers any of those all-important philosophical questions that come up in my mind from time to time. Like: Wouldn't it make the world a better place to live in if rats ate up my test papers? ALL of 'em?
And I feel OLD!!!. Don't laugh. I really do. I didn't even feel like bugging any fucchas this semester.(No, I don't rag.) And then I keep coming up with stories of how things were in my first year. Seriously, who does that?! It's like my grandpa telling me how things were in his childhood!
My immediate seniors are getting placed, people are talking about MBAs and internships. Is it okay if I freak out? No, I don't mind getting placed and making a stash (:P) I just wonder who's going to come to hire me. I don't feel really wise or anything. I can probably use really complicated language for something as simple as chuck out whatever you don't need (parsing) and thanks to unlimited internet round the clock (sarcasm, yes.) I have a better typing speed than I did when I first got here.But that's about it.
Hmmm. Wait. Lemme think.
..
..
..
Nope. Still don't see why someone would hire me.
Phew! That's about it for now I guess. :D
P.s. Okay, I re-read what I wrote. You can trash me for this one. It's okay.One of my classes was cancelled you see. I don't have a pen, so I can't doodle. And I had nothing better to do. :P
Period.
This post is going to be a rant.You don't have to necessarily read it. But since you've clicked on this link in God-knows-what doomed moment, you might as well stay on a bit longer.
So, what was I saying? Yeah, well, for starters, you have CDCs. Compulsory disciplinary courses. They're what apparently bring about that all important transformation from noobs to engineers. They're supposed to, that is. Not happening here, but hey! it's just me.
My CDC experience has so far been this:
Go to lab.
Look at the question.
Look at the question.
Stare at the question.
Make a diagram.
Code.
Code.
Code.
CODE!!
Compile the code.
Run the code.
Segmentation fault. (no, don't wiki this up. It's just geek for you're screwed)
Die.
And then there's this whole what-is-the-meaning-of-life phase that comes up from time to time. What happens then is that since I don't want to study for the next day's test, and I have nothing better to do, I lie back and stare at the ceiling fan. And stare. And then stare some more. Only, it never answers any of those all-important philosophical questions that come up in my mind from time to time. Like: Wouldn't it make the world a better place to live in if rats ate up my test papers? ALL of 'em?
And I feel OLD!!!. Don't laugh. I really do. I didn't even feel like bugging any fucchas this semester.(No, I don't rag.) And then I keep coming up with stories of how things were in my first year. Seriously, who does that?! It's like my grandpa telling me how things were in his childhood!
My immediate seniors are getting placed, people are talking about MBAs and internships. Is it okay if I freak out? No, I don't mind getting placed and making a stash (:P) I just wonder who's going to come to hire me. I don't feel really wise or anything. I can probably use really complicated language for something as simple as chuck out whatever you don't need (parsing) and thanks to unlimited internet round the clock (sarcasm, yes.) I have a better typing speed than I did when I first got here.But that's about it.
Hmmm. Wait. Lemme think.
..
..
..
Nope. Still don't see why someone would hire me.
Phew! That's about it for now I guess. :D
P.s. Okay, I re-read what I wrote. You can trash me for this one. It's okay.One of my classes was cancelled you see. I don't have a pen, so I can't doodle. And I had nothing better to do. :P
