My graduation days have to be best days of my life. I did my graduation in commerce from a well known college in bangalore. It was for three years and was fun in its own way. The only difference in my graduation days was that my classes started in the wee hours of morning (arn 6 30???)..
My day usually began by cursing every person i found on the road and in college coz i had to come riding in my 2 wheeler to the college in the morning. The college campus is huge, it takes atleast 5 mins to walk from the parking lot to the class. But as usual, it takes us more than tat, it took me longer to get to the class. My friends and i had our routine, curse our misfortune by comin so early to college... and then the torture that would await us for the next couple of hours, the classes which were taken by "STRICT PROFESSIONALS".
We always had our share of fun, not like the usual college goers in the same college, but in the wee hours before the college rush, before the traffic on the road, may even before the cock-a-doodle doo.. kidding. Our professors would also have to come to college to tame the wild animals that we were, taming so we would be "STRICT PROFESSIONALS" like them one day. Guess that was alao the reason why our batch was also named in the similar lines.
I still remember the days especially the 1st class every morning [the classes started at 6.30 sharp every morning, summer, winter, spring, rain all the seasons], irrespective of what the subject would be, we would have half the class strength- [half coz the rest of them would have over slept- slept more than 6.00 a.m].. to top this, i would always have the delight in watching the class doze off, if you ever had the chance to be the back benchers, then you could hear snorring, loud ones, more or less- collective snooring. and then when the class is over, i would invaraibly see the remaining half[who were in class] bang their head on the desk, coz it is torturing to keep the eyes open after a boring subject.
I would also like to tell you that we never had the bell after each class- the watchman never came at that time to college to ring the bell after the end of the class. We would have the class rep do that work, raise his hand the moment the 1hr- is over. It can be a painful job u know, there is a lot of presure and responsibility involved in that job, u've the presure of raising the hand much before the 1hr limit from the whole class of 70+ and then on the other hand u have the responsibility of the class rep towards the only "STRICT PROFESSIONAL" standing in front of the whole class. and to most toughest of all- be awake the whole time during the lecture so u don fall asleep after that 1 hr [actually even if that ever happend- class rep falling asleep, the rest of the clas would be shoving him constantly till he raises his hand to indicate that the 1hr time is up].
And i must also mention the few special ple in the class who would invariable have the doubts cropping at the last 5 mins of the class- and as usual "STRICT PROFESSIONAL"would take his time to explain all the principals in the book for some lame doubt that never actually made any sense to the rest of the class- highly annoying i must tell.
We had are 'breakfast break' instead of the 'lunch break', but the again u can't expect ple in the cafeteria to come soo early for us- to make breakfast for us. We used to make do with the aloo bun, samosa, donuts and small cup of coffee/tea. all this is what we had time for, apart from the constant bitching about the cold, and the fact that we were stupid enough to opt to this life of coming early.
Somehow now thinking about all the times i was in college, I kinda miss them all now. now i have grown out of the class room and into the world- to put it in right words- my world is the class room now. [guess i'd write on how much i've learnt post my graduation sometime later]
