ब्लैक - बैंचर

So we are working on our project, filing our hearts out, buying piece after piece of scrap and then, BAM!! The workshop people tell us there aint any way we are gonna be allowed to use the most important machine... The one, the only, the VMC.. Apparently, she's damn expensive, incredibly user-friendly and totally out of reach for those who really wish to make some good use out of it. Its kept there as a mere show-piece, to attract a rep that our college has the best of labs and tons of research scope. Although it would be better if they replaced the shaper. In the words of one of the instructors, "it may fall over if its used". And to add fuel to the fire, for every screw-driver or pliers that we borrow, we have to convince them that we arent gonna sell them outside after we are done. Measuring tapes and nut-bolts are still alien to this workshop! They just forget one little thing... Research aint gonna be seduced by sexy machines or big names. It has to come from us, t

Tests are on.. Long hard hours of doing absolutely nothing except staring at α, β, µ, Ø, Ƞ and load of other crap.. our teachers are so very generous that not one of them bothered to share their lecture slides, leaving us to rot in our own mess.. Finally, one guy had d brain to click snaps of his notes and circulate them!! Word spreads.. Click, enter, copy and paste... Wow!! I just have a record of all the lectures that ever happened.. Time to cheer a bit.. A plate of noodles and glass of bournvita later, m again cursing the abovee-mentioned guy for circulating his notes.. Why the hell did he share them? Now, everyone's gonna study them and they will raise the average while I'll be left in a dilemma over whether to study or to binge on.. Damn you mechies! What makes you study so much so that the nose never leaves the cleavage(of the book, dirty minds!).. Its hard enough to attend lectures without dozing off, bear the brunt of a frustrated man who looks like he can eat you up f

Since my early years, teachers have had an unusual hatred for me... Some reasons are understandable, but many are yet unknown.. Back in kindergarten, there was one Anita ma'am who used to think I act stupid on purpose(its a different matter altogether that I hated her for being a teacher)... She used to give candies to everyone except me :x In class 5, the social studies teacher, Asaiya Sir, used to slap me for no reason at all... He had a comical face and it was tough to talk to him without laughing my head off.. If he was dictating notes and I was sharpening my pencil, he used to assume that I was being naughty and liable for a sound beating :( I developed a knack for sleeping in the history class in 7th grade... And since then, my teacher(Ms. Geeta Soman) threw me out regularly... Again in class 8th, I used to sleep in the history and civics class regularly... Our teacher, Ms. Zia-ul-haq, who was usually a sport, took it as personal insult and asked me to wash my face, jump 5