Part deux
Apparently, Mr.Silver bullet was chilling out in skt. Kaushik I mean. Besides him was Arun chandrashekar. But nobody in the wide world called him by that name. he was better known by pseudonyms which mocked at his appearance, like Motu, fatty, Gunda and all sorts. You could guess easily now that he was munching his way through some bizarre poultry product which was exclusively skt-made.
Rahul tried his luck with Kaushik.
“hey man…any luck this time dude?”
“papers? Are you kidding? Don’t ya remember how that f**king Adi f**ked with our microcontroller paper last time? You still dreaming huh?”
Hmmm…this guy has been listening way too much Eminem raps or so, I thought.
Motu gave us an insight on “how to smuggle papers yourself” for five minutes. We weren’t interested in that either. Our purpose was pretty abstract and clear cut.
To get the question papers or die.
Any elementary guy would think why should we be bothered about doing all this rather that just sit and study for the exams. But all this setup had a larger than life story woven around it. More than good marks, placements, under world connections, raw deals. It was a war to protect our egos.
The modus Vivendi out here was, three days before the exams, the profs would dictate us all the would-be questions, we would note them down happily, study those for the exams and “pass out with flying colours”. This was so regular that it almost became our second nature. But, an engineer’s mind aint so static. Its always on the lookout for problems to existing solutions. So he began to automate this process also. In other words, junta started taking chits for those predestined questions also. As a consequence, exams were a test for your copying skills, like how much syllabus could you cover in a single bit of paper and other such “nanotechnological” feats. People came out with smart solutions to such problems. The earliest ones made hell a lot of hay while the sun shined. Soon even the dumb ones, like me followed suit. The fittest passed on the art to the next generation, to their favorite girl friends and so on. Soon, everybody was covered by this radar. The college, was surprisingly oblivious to what was happening. They thought that the students were working real hard and churning out original stuff….until one man cane and broke it all.
Adi. His name spelt terror in the minds of the people. The story of how he curbed all this, some other time. But, whatever he did, it was a death blow to the life of everybody studying for exams and monthlies. No wonder Kaushik was so verbose in abusing him.
More than everything else, we had to defy him and bend the rules imposed by him. Indeed it was a war to protect our egos, to re-establish our Hellenism, it was our birth right to….
“hey are you pass on that cigarette or not huh??”
My chain of thoughts were interrupted by Kicha.