Yup! That’s right. I bet the number of people in my league is even fewer than the number of happy investment bankers and employees of Jet Airways combined. I dropped a year and yet didn’t join India’s biggest brand after the Taj Mahal – IIT, or the Institute of Infinite Tension, as uncyclopedia.com puts it.
Now, the place where I am studying is located in one of the remotest villages of India, which happens to be the birthplace of one of the famous Birlas. And so, as soon as I came here I was greeted by all the species of insects named in the Encyclopedia Brittanica with more enthusiasm than that shown by Manmohan Singh for pushing the nuclear deal.
And finally, for the second time in my life, I had some “positive” interaction with my seniors, better known by a word that begins with r. It wasn’t much, though. In fact, it was lesser than that at NIT Trichy, which is surprising for an institute in north India.
So here I am, fighting insects, handling surprise quizzes consisting of Irodov like problems, actually eating chappatis (not jeans) in the mess and listening to some decent english from my lecturers, unlike the ” i demo cutting, you real cutting” I was getting used to. Here I am, in BITS-Pilani, and it sure is rocking.
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