Trek to Savandurga

THE DESTINATION


THE WAY TO THE PEAK


THE VIEW FROM THE TOP


THE GROUND BELOW


ME IN THE DITCH


ON THE FLAG POLE AT THE PEAK


ALOK AND ME


A BIT OF ROCK CLIMBING

Trek to Muninagara

RAVI AND ME WITH MY COLLEGE IN THE BACKDROP



THE DESTINATION


ON THE TANK BUND


WHATS THT?


ON THE WAY


THE LAKE FROM WHERE WE STARTED THE TREK


THE VIEW FROM THE TOP


BANNERGHATTA NATIONAL PARK


THE HILLS BEYOND


THE SUN AND SHADOW


WATER FROG!!!!(ALMOST)


IN THE CAVE(KARADIGUHE)

As a Freshman ( Part-2)

The inaugural function was really good(All the usual stuff, more and more and more of speeches and ………..) but the best part of it was the lunch that was served thereafter. After a really good lunch we as usual were asked to attend class. The usually lecture here to and then the introduction of each on of them. By then end of the day I knew most of them by name and really good part of all this was that I knew my entire batch mates in about two days time for the reason that there were just 220 students in the entire batch and the college strength totally put together wasn’t any more than 250. First year was heaven for most part. The journey on the solitary road from uttarahalli by college bus, the beautiful lake, the turahalli peak wow what a sight to behold. Classes were a lot boring but for those who manage to bunk it really doesn’t matter. But the worst part of bunking was not knowing what to do after bunking. No canteen, no GT, no KK Gardan Dhaba and family restorent nothing at all. But for my frame of mind there was always the solitary walk into the estate or gazing at my daring turahalli peak and for most part going home.

Classes were the usual stuff of writing records, data sheets, notes, graphs and the list goes on. Then there were the jokes of KSS with his Hello, Well you know stuff, NSR with his patented arrarrarareeee and a chemistry teacher who has left college since who used to scribble on the board illegibly cos he was really bad with spellings. There was a joke in first year about him. He supposedly submitter a thesis for his P.Hd which was rejected. Reason? Rejected due to spelling mistakes. This was how bad he was. Also there was this chemistry HOD who used to think in Kannada and speak in English and always say “ Remove first class” but then how should it matter to me of how his English was “ Whose father what goes”. See thinking of him spoils my English too. First sem was accompanied with the usual stuff of internals, assignments and the semester exams in which to my true reputation I fared to do badly. Second sem was fun with graphics handed by KRG of whom NSR was really scared of and still is and still refers to him as Professor. The best part was the physics classes and the lab with none other than our very own Pandurangappa. His theory classes were always associated with his notes with his poor English and labs always filled with the smell of incense sticks or of tea. The best part of the tea making was that the class topper was suppose to prepare it for him. This practice has since been stopped over the years. He once threatened us by telling us that he wont enter our class to take classes in the future for which our joy knew no bounds but soon this was washed away after he started taking classes in the lab. A real @#@$%&* character. He also ad the unique distinction of knowing the name of all the girls in the batch and an even more unique distinction of looking down their throat. Labs were associated with the usual experiments, Kerosene Xerox viva questions which I still suggest my juniors not to study cos for most part you don’t understand his handwriting and even if you do it really won’t matter a damn of whether you studied that cos it doesn’t matter. Also the best trick to answer his viva is to wait for him to ask a question and immediately ask him a doubt on that. Viva over. He made so much money in selling the viva questions and selling graph sheets that he built himself a house with that money!!!!!!!

The best part of the second sem for me was the Workshop which I thoroughly enjoyed for I had the reputation for finishing the models first and also have the distinction of having done two fitting models in one class. We had carpentry too which the juniors lack which was really good. There was also Keshava in the workshop who used to always say “Yen Raja” and him me on my back. With a few of my favorite subjects like graphics, SOM and workshop I managed to scrape through with a distinction my first of the only two that I have ever got.

AMEN

To engineering students(Part-1)

Coming to the fag end of my engineering and also of my student life and already beginning to get nostalgic about college life I just felt like writing an article describing my college life.

Writing of the entire details might take me as many years as it took me to do my engineering as I exactly remember each and every days of the four glorious years that I spent in coll.

Well the best part or the worst part part began when I fared miserably in my PUC with a 60+ percent and a ranking of 21091(I guess I will never forget that number al my life). Feeling bad about this was ob but I felt bad more so because I got a ranking of 20246 in my IIT screening exams which by any standard are better than our CET. The worst part was that I got a 37 in PU Mathematics and 38 in CET, and initially had plans of filing a patent for this cos I was sure no one can ever replicate the feat. But then I just thought was taking advantage of my bad luck and hopeless attitude that I had at that time.

Having got a seat in a “Shed college” ( A name for bad colleges in kannada lingo) called BTL Institute of Technology through CET which is closer to hosur that Bangalore I went on my first picnic to this coll( I call it picnic cos the coll is around 40 kms from mu place) I realized that the college was indeed a SHED college in all respects as the building itself was made of asbestos and tin roofing. Greatly depressed I had plans of withdrawing and wasting a year and trying my luck or lack of it again in a years time. But then suddenly this idea of a management seat struck my mom and started hunting for colleges. She finally went in for RNS for the reason that Shetty was known to us and also Holla needs no introduction. The first time I met him he refused me a seat on the reason that I had really poor marks in PUC. After pleading him for over a week I some how managed to secure a seat here. But the first time I visited the college was a nightmare and this happened two weeks before college started. As I entered the gates I saw some building that looked less like a college building not cos the building was bad but cos most of it was not there at all. These were the fears with which I joined the college and now I am really happy that I did. The best part is yet to come about my time in college and will be continued in the next part

AMEN

Trek to yedukumeri

MANJARABAD FORT AT 5 IN THE MORNING


AT DONIGAL RAILWAY STATION


THE FIRST AND THE ONLY RAYS OF THE SUN


IN FRONT OF FIRST TUNNEL


INSIDE THE TUNNEL


THE LONGEST BRIDGE ENROUTE


VIEW FROM A BRDIGE


VIEW IN BETWEEN THE REEPERS


THE MAJESTIC WESTERN GHATS


THE WORST BRIDGE


KEMPU HOLE RIVER


AFTER EXITING TUNNEL 12


IN THE MIDST OF THE FOG


AFTER REACHING YEDAKUMERI STATION


IN OUR ROOM AT YEDAKUMERI STATION


A VIEW FROM OUR ROOM


ON OUR WAY TO KATINALE


ENROUTE TO KATINALE

What could have been?

I’m sure all of us RNSITians have at some time or the other wondered about what could have been. What if I had studied a bit more for IIT (The IIT!) What if I had done well in CET at least!! What if I’d opted for a B.Sc. rather than an engineering degree? So many what ifs. But being in third year I think its time I actually tried to figure out what all, if anything, I would have gained and what all, if anything, I would have lost.

For starters I would have been like this (You know about RNSITians being like this only). I wouldn’t have know what its to be away from home (though I stay 5 kms from college!), among strangers who’d soon be my best friends. I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of living in this unique atmosphere of students, students and more students, which I feel is unique to MY College. I probably wouldn’t have seen Omkar Hills nor the breath-taking view of my college on one side and the sun setting behind the Savandurga peak on the other side. I wouldn’t have lived in the heaven they call Academic block, which I call restroom (No American English meant), wouldn’t have played volleyball and probably wouldn’t have realized until people told me that I would have got more attendance in the ground playing volleyball than I would have in the class. I probably wouldn’t have gotten to eat Jeera rice (At least that’s what he call it) at “KK Gardan Dhaba & Familly Restorant” after a tiring group discussion on who is the best freshie “Maal” this year. I wouldn’t have heard of things like ordies and year backs, nor have known than anyone that acted abnormal would be called “Manja” or in my case “Slum”. I wouldn’t have had the privilege to eat at RK Mess and would have never realized how well my mom cooks. I wouldn’t have gotten to know that all the good girls were either taken or not interested. I wouldn’t have known all the lovely girls (and boys) who have come to be my closest friends and wouldn’t have known that teachers could be as good and as bad as ours. I wouldn’t have known what it would be to travel by college bus nor looked forward to sitting with a beautiful babe in the bus. I probably wouldn’t have known how filthy a person could be nor have known so much about the types of bikes and beers and certainly wouldn’t have known what it to get harassed by a cop when “my group” ventured on a trip to Manchanbele dam (On charges of rape case suspects!).

I might have gotten a payment seat elsewhere instead of a management quota seat here and ended up with a fatter pay packet but I wouldn’t have learnt how to manage my money. I wouldn’t have known that six people could share a “Maddur Vada” in the college canteen and still be sure that all of them would be contended with it (Or rather whatever they got of it!). I might have gotten better food to eat but wouldn’t have known that it was better. I might have got more friends but couldn’t have got better ones.

If I wouldn’t have had been where I am today I would have been somewhere else. And that would mean that I would have a different share of memories. But to have them, I would have to forget the ones that I have. And if I had a choice, which would I forget? Would I like to forget the feeling of standing on the Turahalli peaks in the early morning fog (After having bunked class) gazing at my college building and wondering what everyone might be doing in class? Or would I like to forget my going to Rangaswamy hills for a trek from college without telling my mom? Or maybe I would like to forget being degraded and humiliated by classmates and lecturers and the rest. But no, I’d prefer to keep all of them- the good, the bad and the ugly (You can sing the background tune for me). For I cherish each one of them, especially the ones with a tinge of pain in them, for they’ve taught me so much more.

All said and done I think I’m living the best life I ever could, and given a million chances I’d live this one a million times over.

AMEN