Memoirs of a SCITian…

The last days of our college life have approached. The campus looks deserted as if life has been sapped from it. We’ve seen this place flooded with activity and people & now it looks like an empty place waiting for new blood to enliven it again. That’s the trend of the world. Our two years in this campus are almost over & its “goodbye” time. Seeing off people is really tough. So today I’ll walk down the memory lane and shall pen down some events out of these memorable two years.

It was June 2005 when I came to SCIT. I certainly had my expectations; Expectations about everything. How would the people be? What’s gonna be the pressure like (Yes I did expect that when I came here)? How will I be able to survive with people sharing my room? And of course how will the gals be? Well looking back I guess I was too naïve. Living in hostel with people hailing from varied parts of the country is some experience. I feel you can’t feign at 2’o clock at night while boozing around and stripped to your minimum possible attire. That’s when you witness the real person inside. And perhaps that’s when you realize that we’re all too same. We share similar ambitions, similar pleasures and of course passion for women. That’s the greatest leveler. Booze & sutta come to a very close second place.

After striking initial chords, the party animals inside us came out. And I truly feel our drunken revelries shall be deeply inscribed in the very psyche of the college & the restaurants around. I never thought people could drink so much, esp. from the background I hail where I had seen some grand liquor parties… but ya I was in for a huge surprise. Somebody Beat us at it…. The network guys suck(only Booze pls literally) it all. Then came our indecent yet noble birthday bashes. You gotta pad up your asses buddy else you’ll regret sitting in proper posture for days to come. I can specially recollect the great Zulu dance we guys performed at Chacha’s & DK’s birthday last year. I hope it doesn't become another MMS scandal for others to savour.

Ya I wrote Chacha & DK. Believe that’s the name they’ll never wanna forget ever in their lives. We all had names. Some real cool ones. Trust you have to earn one. A proper sobriquet does bring out your grandest attribute. So Abhishek journeyed from being Bhatija to Kukhi, Ajay aka Gym for his typical accent, Tiku remained a Tiku.. I guess the name has it all.. u can’t just add to it, Gupte aka Chhava for his eagerness to solicit gal’s townships( R U frm Chinchpokli?), Anni became Cadet for his military like rectitude, of course our loveliest Ankur who ventured from being a Tourist to Dhinchak and what not, Ashish aka Chinta( I prefer PG — The chint with a hole), Charles who ultimately got baptized as a Sheikh, Dhawal too had his share ultimately settling for his heroic antics to DK BHOSE, Manish aka Baniya Babu for being true to his culture, Piyush became PPiyuuuuuuuush the Bomber Man…. Do u know what Piyush has eaten…and ya later on Pujari & the best of all Casa****, PK became R**** for the lovely face he makes… he’s the batch’s darling. Pradeep aka Parry…. suits his stride Maan, Pranab aka CHIKARI for a reason I can’t trace, Priyankur aka Takki… he truly achieved it man… he became the highest paid Techie from the batch, Rajat remained Rajat… trust me he didn’t want any.. Otherwise he would have been showered with our creativity, Rajiv aka Teddy… aka Teddy BEER.. mind the E’s, Ritesh became Body to Dead Body( SIC Strongman)… but man he played it all… generations at SIC will wait for someone with similar determination to play it all, Sabarinath aka Sabu for his literal towering height… hey is it cool in there? Samir became Maru to Kaua… man he has some musical talent… what a lovely voice.. it can raise dead bodied from their graveyard slumber, Sanjiv the Bengali and ya don’t tell anyone but he’s got the real *ornvita… he’s our *onnoisseur, Saurabh aka Gabbar… can u find anything else for him… they say all paths lead to one & so does his sobriquet, next comes The SIC strongman…. Shreyansh Saroha… well he became Choudhary **** Singh…. But Choudhary stuck, now comes Soumya, The Master… well our master has some severe itch & so he was honored with the nomination of ths Sarpanch of the T-Choupal, ahh we’ve saved the best for the last.. here comes Kalyat Kalyat Kalyat(with an echo of f***in ) ….. well he’s the grand old man with the youngest heart amongst us… I call him Anna too and we had some real cooool discussions over booze…. Man he’s got some knowledge, then we’ve our quality guy Vikas, the Chindi… well you know in hostels prudence gets baptized as stinginess… and so he got this name, and at last our beloved Chacha, ie Gaurav… well we started with Bhatija & we’re ending with Chacha jaan… So these are our priceless pen-names that we shall call each other with even when we’ll have become respectable members of our society, as if we’re not. If any of you is p***ed off with this names then try being a little honest & transparent to the two years of your existence in here. Man you earned it. By The way the .COM aka Kaadi is always here to get some heated comments & mails.

Well why I am not mentioning the 7-layers of our Networking Batch Stack. That’s our gals. I guess I’ll tread it safe here for it’s a damn tight rope walk. Haven’t we had our share in these two years? Anyway I guess after these 2 years don’t we know each other beyond our skins. If you gals still insist on your leg pulling you can mail me personally for a long discourse.

So guys, there is so much that I’m taking from these two years. Beautiful moments of present times become fondest memories in the future. The album of my life has been populated to the fondest memories of all time. And it’s all because of all your little little nuances. We shall remember those trifles more than anything else each other. I know all of you are going places in life. It’s been an honor to be a part of all your lives. I’ll miss our T-choupal, Shivaji’s vada-pav, POC nights, Sports week with its obscenities esp. from gals, strolls around the campus, Wipro’s thela, CS’s strategic maps, our immense movie collection, D-Hostel’s café at late nights, our birthday bashes, and of course our drunken revelries at Dhanshree. And ya I’ll take back a few memories of someone special. I guess the British coined this word exactly for me,” smitten”. But then as Kalyat said what’s a college life without some such bravado. I’m going back very rich with a huge surplus in the album of my life.

I hope you must be getting this creepy feeling that why I didn’t ever mention about the acads as a part of our college lives. Well now don’t act here buddy. Did we have acads? Let your conscience (con-science) give you an honest reply. All I’ll treasure forever will be Anajali Mam and of course Hariharan. Ravindra Sir too did his best to aloe for a smooth sail.

So all of you SCITians… I’m dying to see ya all once again in one campus one last time at the convo. Let’s make it a day to remember forever. Let’s party one last time like no one has ever imagined.

And lastly let’s rock the industry…… We’re the best.