out of syllabus!

The life of an average student in our college is way different from that of a selfcentred machiavellianist nerd,the so called rough and tough dudes,or the party animals who care about nothing except women and booze.He doesn't have much to brag of,except his mediocre lifestyle.I am speaking about the last minute man who somehow manages to finish the entrusted tasks before dusk.A normal day in the shoes of such an individual is more than just fun.The following post is based on several true stories,as I have extracted characterstics and incidents from the lives of many average boys who I am acquainted with,to give the finishing touch to my protagonist.Let us have an overview of campus life through the eyes of such a person. 

A queer shrill wakes him from the peaceful and enchanting world of colourful dreams.He looks around to see which one of his mischevious roommates played the trick on him.There is no one there.It's just the mobile phone sounding the alarm...THE ALARM!He hastely checks the time.7:45 am.The kid remains perplexed for a few moments.In that short span of time,he thinks about the boring lecture that awaits him in the classroom.Is it worth the time and pain?Suddenly,a sharp treble rocks his dozing brain."Attendance shortage!".Without hesitating for another second,he quickly grabs a shirt and pant,puts them on and makes a run for it.

I am not referring to a single person.This is precisley what happens everyday in almost all the rooms in our hostels.And some rooms are in a state of utter devastation.Spider webs can be seen on soap cases.Tooth brush is no longer a necessity nowadays.On the wooden tables,one can find a large pile of textbooks which appear brand new,but trust me,they may be generations old.

Now let us come back to our student who is now late by a couple of minutes.The angry professor lets him in after giving the last warning.The shrewd old man forgives the late comers.But he does not forget their names.He explains the convolution property in a gentle manner.An artificial smile buds on the professors lips so as to decieve his prey who is now relaxed.He dexterously watches the boy and when the kid's attention slips for a splitsecond,a loud roar is heard.

"Get up.How dare you sleep in my class!"

I guess I dont have to elaborate on the series of punishments he has to undergo next.The whole department will now consider him as potential malice to the class.Another hotheaded lecturer,seizing the opportunity,identifies the chap as a regular truant in his classes.He is now taken to the HODs room.Stuttering out a somewhat appropriate justification for such actions in front of this sturdy man is a herculian task.If the man is satisfied with an apology letter,the kid is lucky.Otherwise,he gets to stay home for a week or two.

Now let us consider another possibility.The lad makes it to the class in time.He walks to the last bench,wipes out all the dust from the desk and lies down,praying to the gods to bless him with sound sleep.This time,he does not get lucky.The frustrated boy looks around.He wants to pose a taunt at the damned 9 point someone in the front bench...to give him the finger for refusing to let the rowdies of the class to copy his assignment.To his amazement,he finds a damsel staring at him.This is purely coincidential,but our Romeo had already made up his mind.

"She eyed me!I swear to god...She loves me";he yells at his friend.

The stage is set.A beautiful love story had just begun.It is up to the friend to work out a ruse to make her accept his proposal.Well,the hero goes back to his room,but he is still not back to his senses.His mind is busy picturising a marvellous scenario-The snowy mountains beneath a velvet sky...A swift breeze sways while the couple dances to some strange melody...An exotic fragrance arises from nowhere..Romance is in the air.He is now unaware of the chirruping of birds outside the windows.The world goes round the sun as he lays on his bed carving out superficial fantasies.

This drama continues for a while.As time dwindles by,our wayward son shall realise that his relentless efforts to please his lady went in vain.His caring friends approach him as counsellors.Everyone likes to give advices.Those people like our Romeo will listen to all sorts of crap from anybody who is interested in his story.This may be the beginning of serious depression.During the course of this dark phase,he spends much time alone lamenting those broken dreams.

Time for the most amazing event the college ever came up with.Ragam!The whole college is engaged in some way or the other,and our guy is as busy as a bee.He is needed for anything and everything.Still,he is punctual in class.However,as soon as the attendance is marked,he kneels down,takes a few steps backwards,and when the back door is within his reach,he cautiously extends his body in to the sunlit corridoor and peeks around.Coast is clear."Hasta la Vista Mad'm";He bids adieu to the teacher who is in the dark about the commando operation;and sprints towards the steps that leads to safety.He has his own work to do.Why waste precious hours enduring this brutal torture called lecture,when there is an easy way out?Needless to say,the same procedure continues until Ragam.

At the end of the celebrations,everybody goes home happy.Only one man stands alone, bewildered."What shall I do next?"He has n't started studying for the series tests.He lacks even the basic knowledge of the subjects he has to study that semester.There is only one way to pass the tests.Night outs!He stays awake all night.Photostats of class notes never leaves his hands.Unfortunately,he just cannot avoid thinking about the past...The nutty professors,the damsel in disress,the festivities,friends,movies...When the first rays of the sun scrapes over his eyes,he jumps out from the chair...

"Blistering barnacles"...a loud cry escapes his throat when he sees the marks he scored for the tests.He expected a disaster,but the end result was apocalyse.That means,if he works regularly from that day onwards,like the brightest students in his class,all he can come up with is a lousy 7 point.Whoops!Did I just say "regular work"?Some people never learn.Life is a carnival of mistakes for them.The more mistakes some commit,the more prone they are to commiting them again.The end exams were no different from the series tests.The hero flunked.His story came to a painful but obvious conclusion.

Not every average lad ends up like this.There are plenty of exceptions.But face the facts friends...Most of the youth who fall among this category brood over their past even though they had more pleasure than any other class of students.For those of you who cannot accept the ideology of "average",here is a question to think over:We all love sports.Well,does the actual beauty of sports lie in merely winning the game?

Surely,It's a topic worth debating on.As I am no novice to such a lifestyle,I have this wierd notion...The thrill lies in the uncertainity of what may happen next.A far-fetched guy who always stays on the safe side can never realise that he is missing an adventure.There will be so many wonderful memories,which stays with us forever.

But indeed,everything has its highs and lows.In the end,all that matters is who won.How many of us remember the brilliance exhibited by the French in the finals of 2006 football worldcup?It is irrelevant anyway,the Italians still won it.The same applies here too.When we complete our B.Tech,nothing shall remain as significant as our GPA.I would like to quote the words of a friend about a particular bookworm whose popularity had abated over time,"After another 20 years,we may find him working for one of those multi national giants.His kids might go around bluffing that their daddy had a great time in college,while those of mine will maintain silence.No one is ever gonna know that it was the other way around!"