Skip to main content

The Sem.that was


I still can't bring myself to think that this was the last odd sem. I have had together with my friends, staying in hostel. The 7th sem. would be for 6 months training and we would all be definitely far apart. And how would the days turn out to be then, from practically being in each others company nearly 24x7 to being all by ourselves!
Odd semesters, I'v realized tend to end somehow way more sooner than the even semesters probably because we have a lot of days off in between due to festive season.
A regular 45 days of teaching followed by mid sessionals, fests, a mini autumn break, 20-25 days of working college and then the inevitable lab quizzes, evaluations, end sessionals and the next thing you would be doing is packing your bags and heading off to homes.
As the session began, I thought that this semester would pass out pretty smoothly, the work load and the credits were less than any other semester but I did get that wrong! Most of my subjects this sem. were totally based on 'how well you could cram'. Even though how much correct you would write, if you did not use the same words as you had been dictated in the class chances were that your answers would be marked wrong at time of evaluations !!
But a fun thing I tried and learnt this semester was to escape from the class once the attendance has been marked :D I would have never dared to try this but somehow the lousy teachers made the subject even more dull and uninteresting.  We are not geniuses, all of us would have been studying that subject for the 1st time unlike them who would have been taking this course for the nth time now. Thus the last 2 benches were rightfully ours because of their proximity to the back doors and we did really managed to get out. And at times it so happened that the class was almost half outside and it left me wondering even why are those few inside and whatever happened to 'nothing escapes the sharp eyes of the teachers'...
Since we were shifted to 2 other hostels this sem. we did not exactly had the kind of fun we used to have when we all were together. I actually miss the clusters we shared till last year. They were so much full of life, you could actually see people living there, music playing out from one room, laughter from another. It didn't matter if you lived in a single seater, chances were that you would be found in somebody other's room. Now what we live in are no less than apartments. There is practically no interaction amongst us (i'v no idea who lives immediately next to my room and the same would be true for them !!)
Henceforth, my addiction with House M.D. started. I'v seen Grey's but I loved watching House. This came as a bit of strange decision to myself since I'v got nothing to do with medical stuff but an intertwined plot around a character- smug, masochist, egotist person does keeps you glued with it. and i'v come to agree that people don't really change, they just become more of who they actually are !!
Till the year ends, it is fog, frost, sunny afternoons, flowers, books and homemade food :)





Comments

Post a Comment

You might want to read these~

One Such Day :)

Some August 2K15 8-9 am: after greeting the members of the house and attending to the utmost important morning getting-out-of-bed “tasks”, I ask mom (like I usually do, day after day) “how are the cats?”. "They were asking for you” she says. Couldn't guess the satirical hint in her reply, I cheerily go out to see them. “meow” I say on finding them half- asleep under the cooler stand. They look at me with equitably mix of bewilderment and adorableness ( or disapproval, idk). It strangely occurs to me that cats, dogs and other non homo sapiens never come about saying “hellos & byes” to us. What then makes me (us) do a bowbow or meow seeing them. That must be hilarious and a source of all-sort-of-confusion for them. Taking a mental note of it, I've promised myself that I'll stick to my hello and what do you plan to do for the day, and let them meow and purr for themselves & then humanly code it for some sort of an answer to feed my queries :D 11ish am: What...
Post a Comment
Read more

Aunty ji :D

It is said, people get wiser as they age. The reason for this is that, unlike the young, the elderly's brains are not really ruled by the chemicals that fuel emotion and impulse, the Dopamine!  So their slower responses really are more thoughtful and 'wiser'. With due respect, there are few who just morph into a wrinkled adolescent as they age! The landlady, who happens to live downstairs, is one such human xD Since the day, I’ve arrived here, there hasn’t been a day where she has failed to make me laugh and surprise me by her miser ways. A little physical description might help you to visualize her better. She’s short, reaches till somewhere near my neck, petite; roams about the house bare feet most of the times, whispers in a voice that’s barely audible- yet she continuously murmurs something; has salt and pepper hair that are always tied in a bun and would be seen poking her nose in almost every chore that goes about in the house. Some early day - Whilst I was...
Post a Comment
Read more

Stay Put

It has been a crazy month now and I do not see it ending anytime soon (personally). What started off as a regular rather dull month because of the semester ending and many of us looking to fly back home for semester vacation or renew room contracts or decide the future course of action in terms of academia here in Freiburg, everything has suddenly come to a halt and how.  I and my group of friends decided to stop meeting outside initially during the 1st week of march after seeing and listening to the situation in Italy, to gradually meeting indoors and making sure the first thing we did was wash hands and face thoroughly and not touching anything in trams by 2nd week and having to stay indoors by the end of 2nd week up till now where we are just texting daily to the point of discussing even minute details such as spotting a pimple on the chin to celebrating grand events like birthdays over calls.  It is such an unsettling feeling of not knowing what will happen next ...
Post a Comment
Read more