Thursday, January 14, 2010

A tale of 4 years at NIT-W...


Lite hai...

I was an innocent kid when I joined this college and now I see myself as a completely transformed person. The unforgettable experiences I had here can never be portrayed in words, but only can be felt. The late night jaagna, ‘the hot steamy chai and sutta combo’ at cafti, the protracted and quickly passing night outs, then the breakfast with the first light at kazipet when the world is slumbering and only few rooms in NIT Warangal are still boiling with light. Words can never make you feel what fun we had but yes at least I can take a crack at it. It’s about how one meets suddenly on sum arbitrary place and connects through a religion... called NIT-W...
Everyone amongst us can still draw a rough sketch of the way we crossed the gates of this prestigious institute, knowing nothing of the alien world inside. Heart was full of emotions as it was a dream that was getting converted into a beautiful reality. With each step we walked through the campus and each sound we heard, with each over burdened student we saw we felt as if we were them, at least in the near future. With the ‘hurly burly’ like a town and greenery like a jungle we felt as if “survival of the fittest” will be the motto here.
Scared of the seniors and ragging, even a single unfamiliar sound made us nervous. I still remember the first day I first woke up in the NIT Warangal campus bed, it was a completely different morning, over the top noise, people shouting like it’s a voting season, the long queue at the washbasin and an everlasting line at the bathroom door, I felt like I was a lost child in a crowd of many like me. The transformation from a relaxing bed to a steel, rock solid oven grill, with the mother’s soft voice slowly waking you up to a completely harsh sound of a noisy alarm trying to kill you, if you don’t wake up was hard to accept. Everything was out of place and the world here looked cruel. The first class was boring and as usual the ritual of names and introduction was a session where time came to a standstill. Even a dying snail would have moved faster than a clock’s hour hand was the conclusion I made. I guess Einstein’s genius was being experienced that day when the theory of relativity was being explained in the class and I was gazing out through the window and saw a beautiful girl playing with a puppy. I don’t know whether I wanted the time to last forever or not. May be she was my senior or a batch-mate but who cared what she was. All I know that her striking presence was more appealing than a coarse voiced professor giving me an unnecessary lecture.
Time sailed and we got accustomed to the environment. We made friends, we were easy chairs half of the times and we ‘counted’ in the rest. Exams came & went and time slowly but surely passed by. Here we were on the verge of completing our first year, from being a nothing 0/4 to something 1/4 to a more promising and real 2/4. It felt good like I got a medallion from somewhere and I wanted to flaunt it, screaming loud and clear from the ‘paani ki tanki’ near our hostel.
Second year came and we got introduced to our respective branch. We were now officially a part of the department. Getting together for fest preparations, for MOTOHOLICS, meetings, was a latest change we acknowledged quickly. The CANTEEN, the CAFTI, the NESCAFE, the AMUL, and the one and only SRINU POINT who were alien to us till now made our lives lighter and stomach’s heavier. A cool ADLABS to a dusty WORKSHOP, we did it all. The world for us was here and nowhere else, with LND doing cool stuff, with the DND setting stage on fire, with the MUSIC CLUB rocking nights. Who can forget those AUDI fights, where our rods were waiting to hit a head but then we telling ourselves...array samne wale bhi to bhai hi hain!!. Jo log first year mein yahan bhidte hain wohi final year ane tak sabse ache dost ban jate hain. Jadu ki nagri hai ye apna NIT-W.
  
Time crawled in classes and sailed in the hot musty and smoke filled cafti, soaking up every tension. We knew every corner of the town now, every little restaurant and bar, every single pan shop to even smallest of the so called ‘grass sellers’ near Warangal or dargah. Who can forget the epic India vs. Pakistan final of the T20 World Cup? Every voice echoes in our ears till this very moment. Those 3 days and 2 nights Technozion’s to the Spring-spree’s we had the whole campus alive. It was like a rebirth to the dying spirits, where every student rose from the ashes and gave his very best.
Years passed and finally we landed in the most prestigious of all the years.”Final year” 4/4 B-tech sounded so trendy. It starts with painful GPL’S for the last time in college. Last time means more brutal and more technically advanced bums, use of various instruments varying according to the branch of each individual. MECHIE’S have hammers, pipes, etc, civil students bring rods, CSE students plan the whole procedure and ECE students get their LAN wires. After all everyone learnt something in 4 years of engineering and yeah we are applying it to a perfect place, that is at our sukhe pichwade. After all these pains we are just left with hilarious video’s which mostly can be seen on YouTube and Facebook and arrive as soon as the party gets over. Photos are censored, sometimes funny and most of the times they are full of memories that we will cherish throughout our lives.
Wo pal khushi ke jab kisika job lagta hai...jab ek aur banda tension ko lite kar deta hai...the feeling is awesome and i am not even trying to describe it here...words mein describe karne ki gustakhi nahi karna chahta main...fir bhi aadat se majboor jo hu...
Friends waiting outside TNP to hear your name, the moment after which you will also be like a hero, whose film has a first super hit tag. The supreme and the most awaited word will stick behind you too in NIT-W...which is ‘PLACED’. You don’t know what to say when you hear your name, you don’t remember anything, there is nothing else that matters then and there at that very moment, and you know that time, ‘ I am not a nobody now’. It was a journey from no one to someone, nobody to somebody and yeah you finally crossed the finishing line. Ghar phone karu? Mumma ko pehle bolu ya papa ko ya wait kar rahe doston ko bolu, sabko yahi Nescafe pe treat du ya rat mein party karein, baap re bums khane padenge...kya bahana karu ki na marein...yehi dimag soch raha hota hai us time...
Hum 3 sal yehi sochte rehte hain ki na jane kaunsi company mujhe legi...kahan main jaunga...kaisa lagta hai job ke bad...sochte hain job lagegi to ye karunga wo karunga and jab job lag jati hai samajh nahi ata kya karein...aakhir mein kuch mayus chehre hote hain to kuch khush...par bhaiya aal izz well bolo aur lage raho munna bhai...tabhi to munna bhai ek din America jaenge...!!
We have done the most outrageous things in life here and are proud of that. Including one thing which can give you immense glory... getting into LH. The ladies hostel is the most fearsome battle grounds in NIT-W. Valiant men trying to enter the fortified area and fail again and again and again, but one day they prevail and get to see the sunshine. A lucky few succeed with the help from inside and some never succeed at all. It has been and will remain one of the most happening things in NIT-W campus life.
From beautiful parties to the hard, rugged sentimental moments, we have seen it all. From an ecstatic smile of satisfaction after we get a job to the most painful moments of a friend weeping over your shoulder over a problem he is facing. Yes ‘we have seen it all’. This journey of 4 years has prepared us for any obstacle in life. It has definitely prepared us for our wonderful journey called life. We can face the world now, thanks to this small training camp called NIT-Warangal.
Now is the time to say whatever you want to say to your friends. Time is going by too fast and later we may not get the chance or the things you want to say may lose their importance with time. We come here, spend some time here and go away as an improved person. We take up loads of things from this college, use it for a period of 4 years and it’s our responsibility to return those same things back. Like us many will come here and many will go, but everyone amongst us has left an impression here, which can’t be wiped out. A scratch on the desk, made by us, when the class went to its dullest moment, will always remind everyone that we were here. Everyone has one or two such marks here and there in this college. So at least for those one or two impressions of ours, let’s pledge that we will return back to this small planet of ours called NIT-W.
What we will leave here is an empty class, where once there was no room left during an interesting lecture, an empty room of ours where once life existed in all forms possible, an empty corridor where once our screams stuffed it up, an empty Nescafe where once we spilled our coffee, an empty SAC where once sweet sound of music filled up the air, an empty library where once we sat with our loved one. A dull Main Gate waiting for someone amongst his old friends to pass through it one more time like they once did. We may not be here but our soul will still wander aimlessly in these vacant corridors, these vacant lecture halls, these empty roads.
We will come again, we do promise it, and once again we will pass that main gate as we know we belong here. We are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fit together here and nowhere else to create a wonderful picture called LIFE.

Someone rightly said: - a known NIT-W devil is better than an unknown angel’...

Senti mat kha re...Lite Hai...
Aal Izz Well, Aal Izz Well!



49 comments:

  1. फट गयी चढ्ढी

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  2. awesome man. i got very senti after reading this... Its all true and u said it well.. seriously nice !!

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  3. oye meri maan naukari chodo mote ko dedo raj kumar hirani ki next film ke liye script likho....

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  4. thanks friends..follow me regularly and il entertain u :)

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  5. awesome dude keep it upp//are u awake by the way???

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  6. plz the people anonymously commenting..plz write ur name at the end..i just don't come to know who did it..that's why :)

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  7. mast hai yaar likh acha leta hai tu mast laga padh k

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  8. Keep it yaar U have written nicely. Great.

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  9. awesome sir...a good one to know our lifestyle....

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  10. Seriously yaar kaafi achha likha hai...what about the further story of your first post about ARUN ?? keep writing !!!

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  11. ya i have the story ready but let the suspense grow up a lil.. :)

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  12. bhai pelampal likha hai.. sab ke dil me jo chal rha hai wahi mast tarike se blog pe aya hai.. awesome blog..

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  13. bhai bahut mast likha hai...tune apan logon ki coll life to khol ke rakh diya..4 saalon ka pura experience itne mast tarike se bataya hai...aur wo last para to pakka rula deta hai yaar....keep up writing this experiences...:)
    -Harshit

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  14. sahi hai be pura coll life hi likh dala sala padh ke koi bhi senti ho jayega.... mast likha be

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  15. makes me remember my days at UCLA

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  16. Sexy yaar pel diya aur aage bhi likhte rehna

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  17. bahut sahi hai bhai words ni hai tareef k liye saale kahan chupa k rakha tha ye talent :) :) woh raggin k lamhe sab peila hai yaar tuney..dat placement part is too good srsly u strt to feel like a celeb :D :D hopefully apna time jaldi hi aaye :) :)pehle din se aaj tak ka sab ghoom gaya oyee ankhon k samne bamboo tha :) :) keep it up aage bhi likhte rahiyo n meri maan bc ek novel likh daal characters ki bharmar hai apna 1st yr part to cha jayega woh sharma ki peetayi , woh aabhas ko bums ;) :D freshers ki khushi pondy times :) fundu bakad thi bhai :) aage bhi likhte rehna

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  18. Very well written.....I didn't know you write sooo well.....Keep it Up...Zohaib

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  19. pratap tu to mujhe hi senti kar rha hai..bhai tera comment padh ke lag rha hai u write well too..start kar de blog tu bhi..aur chinta na kar job ki ..aal izz well, aal izz well..lage raho munna bhai tabhi to munna bhai america jaenge..
    :) keep following my blog

    @zohaib: thanks yar..

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  20. arey ye sab constructive kaam humare bas k nahi hai ;) :D :D aap karo bhai jaan main karunga to janta kholegi ni sochegi mazak kar raha hai:D :D :D
    but sahi mein saale likh daal ek novel n chota sa character humara bhi dalega hai ki nahi??bhai funda?? ;) :D waise yaar woh ek room wala funda phaadu ttha thodi dikkat jaati thi but unlimtd aish maari unn dino mein :D maine to 1st yr mein kya kya kara sabko pata hi hai :D :D in out in out :D :D tu ek aur likh bhai usme 1st yr ki bakad likh peilk mazza aa jaana hai :) good luck wid dis :) :)

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  21. ya surely..ek bar aunga tere room thoda first yr ke incidents yad dilana..tujhe kafi kuch ab tak yad hai..ek room wala us samay yad aya hota to zarur dalta.. :(

    aur ha mujhe ideas dete rehna..lagta hai tere pitare mein kafi kuch mazedar topics hain..aur novel to main likh rha hu..abhi editing ke liye di hai ek friend ko..sirf first chapter hi likha hai... :)

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  22. arey haan bhai ideas ki koi kami nahi hai :D :D n first year ka to pal pal yaad hai mujhehar chota bada incidenc:) :)main rujhe ye raw ideas de dungan tu peil peil likh diyo :D :D woh sinrs ki job treat yaad hai 14th blck terrace pe yaar sharma ,ghajbiye chunuu ne maiya kardi thi :D :D muhee yaad nahi hai main ek hi haat mein itna kab hasha tha :D :D ye sab cheeze badi yaad aayengi bhai :( maine kabhi ye to nahi socha tha ki ye fuddu collg se jaate waqt mujhe kuch feel hoga but i was so wrng :( ab jaake pata chal raha 3 4 months baad hone kya wala hai apne saath .....abhi jab boke ki treat thi 14th blck terrace pe woh daaru woh masti yaar 1st time laga saale haan ab final yr hai :) :) life is beatiful here nw i noe our sinrs mis al dis so much :( sexy new year pe keh raha tha mc kinne bhi bade pub chal jaa 14th blck terrace ka feel hi alag hai :) :) feb se bas yahan wahan ghoomne phirna chalu karenge rab ki dua se tab tak sabko roji roti ka jugaad mil jayega ;) :D :D

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  23. roz likho pelampaal atleast 1 post a day janta bhuki ho gayi hai...
    rohitash(all anonymous comments)

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  24. @ pratap : sure yar sabko mil jaega job, and yar tu to sach mein senti ho gaya re..bap re aisa gehra asar pada kya is article ka..hehe...sahi mein we all will miss these years but lets pledge hum phir milege bhale hi 10 ya 12 saal bad mil payein sab isi college mein..par milenge zarur :)

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  25. @ anonymous : sale nam batane me sharmata hai kya.. hehe... are roz likhunga to bore ho jaoge..aur na roz idea nahi aate..achanak satkega dimag to baith jaunga fir likhne.. :)

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  26. hehehhehe abey senti nahi kanjar but thoda to lagega n yaar ye itna censored accha ni lagta after what al u guyz hav done in 1st yr :D :D pura auto buk karake saboon kharidene jaate the :D :D jo gulti ka kata tha ;) :D :D sharma ne jo cirlces banaye the 14th blck terrace pe ye sab detail mein likhunga chee chee ho jayegi ;) ;) :D n beta jab last yr humare sinrs ka farewell tha usme patake n alok ne jhande gaad diye the :D :D daaru jo bhi kaho hai badi kamal ki cheez ;) :D

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  27. Abe mast post hai! Was an awesome trip down memory lane. ;)
    Keep blogging!

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  28. Starting with the most common word... "lite hai" here comes a recap of a chaotic beauty .. "Life @ NITW".. 13th block se leke 14th blk tak, pen se leke pen hammer tak, ragging se leke placement tak, paani se leke daaru tak sab yaad aagaya... hehehe.. nice one :)

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  29. Bhai dil ki baat likh di. Hum kasie bhool sakte hai woh 13 block ka "MP point" aur woh fresher ka din.

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  30. nice work.....but i pressume there are more things to be done..more exiciting incidents...these r kinda as usual..evry1 does..wht makes ur blog special??

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  31. you answered yourself here..its abt what everyone did and its not abt what i did specially..

    and i write blog not to prove a point..its just a way to express my feelings...it makes me happy...i write what i want and not what people want...hope i answered your question

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  32. wht bout backs?? accidents?? screwd up by a bench of profs?? boozing in the dept?? gf ?? quarrels?? pranks played.. thingd done after having smoken pot?? of crse wht u have written is cool.. bt it is as usual...think about these stuff also..

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  33. no sorry u dint answer my questions...i u think u did...i am not telling u to prove a point..like u can include sme wierd stories that happened to any1 like ur classmates..or as u say u may frame 1...:)

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  34. i know i could have included more..but this topic has no ending..i had to end somewhere..had to limit it..in fututre il try to break my posts in to pieces and that way il be able to include more..

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  35. lovely piece of literature-----you have really touched some chords deep in the heart.

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  36. wowwwwwww.....nice one.....its really gud!!!!.... but thoda senti ho gaya he he :D
    seriously yaar mast likh late ho... keep it up :)

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  37. Oye stop making senti about this place man.....
    I am too dehydrated to cry!!!!

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  38. Brilliant post....!! Really liked the view how you described complete 4 years in mere 10-12 lines.

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  39. Damn!! I meant 9-10 pics not 10-12 lines...i think i am "out" :P

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  40. haan yaar life @nitw ki baat ki baat he kuch or hai, aaj jab coll se bahar aa gaye hai toh lag raha hai aaye the jab kaise the or ab kaise hai.
    bahut touching likha hai yaar, aaj woh 4 saal phir se yaad aa gaye, keep it up nipun........

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  41. Nice, very nice...college ki yaad dila di...pretty nostalgic and heart-rendering :)

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  42. nice post :)
    poori senti kha gayi :( :( only 2 more months :( :(

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  43. Awesome work..makes me want to cum back to college one more time..go back to srinu and shout : "Srinu,wokkati kings" ..!!! :)

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  44. awesome post..and yes you were right..feeling
    pretty nostalgic now..

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  45. Osome! Fun, drama emotion..u seriously made indian curry wid all the spices in it in those 4 yrs!! :P

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  46. bhai cannot forget that india pakistan match!!!
    and seriously yaar those were fun care free days!!!
    enjoy ur last 2 months;D

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  47. i really like your post nipun.... well done mate... keep up the good work... it is actually the true story of anyone who enters the gate of NIT-W... this is the place to be... and you have described it very well..... cheers...!!!!!

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  48. Very nice. keep it up. Really interesting to read.

    Shraddha

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