4th sem ends...

At the beginning of the 4^th sem I was thoroughly bored and disgusted… never I knew that quite an amazing sem was lyin ahead of me..that it will the sem where I accept that indeed Manipal offers you endless opportunities provided-

1. You know the right people

2.Convince that little idiot in front of your face that he is not only stupid but an ignorant faggot as well, all this without losing your temper- I m stil tryin to master this point though :P

3.YOUR IDEA IS FOOLPROOF

4.Probably the most important one as I discovered, u need friends who know how and when to work. Someone who can hide your weakness , push up your strengths and vice versa.

4^th sem wasn’t a breeze in any possible way..

There was a moment where I broke down.

There was a time I felt like tearing all my nails apart.

A moment where I began to think I was losing track some of my friends

And there was a time when I established that good partying or class buddies aren’t automatically classified as good friends.

So what was it that made 4^th sem so special…

Manipal started feeling like a very nice city.

Ojas 2,Room 26 signified home , but Akshaya mess didn’t become the ideal kitchen by a rather long margin.

I scored terribly in all my subjects, still liked most of them :D

But then happened Battle of the Bands , the shitty little rock show that happened in MIT during the cultural fest Revels and there came an shiny little idea in my head.

Lets atleast transform this shit into shit served on platter with garnishing of coriander leaves served with Red Wine.

Hence began 15 days of non stop of shouting ,clearances, budget details and banging heads into other dick heads.

Obviously if college music head asks you if the headline band is participating or not, You feel like murdering… either him or yourself .I would go for the former though.

So all in it feels special when somebody who resented your function all along the way comes up to you and says, What a eve man! , Well done.

Or a rock crazy guy says , best night since Maiden in Bangalore.{Though that was a bit too much, Too much of Power Horse in his system I guess :D}

And what a team worked on that project. Sid, Mihir , Gaurav and my dear Piyush sir.

5 guys , 15 days, changed a function totally , gave the best rock show in years, and coolly fucked off to greener pastures later on.

In the meanwhile academics got royally screwed. Like Royally.

As the sem began to close , one phone call disrupts my daily routine, some senior asking for sponsorship data compiled in the last sem for an Off Road racing team.

Details were solid and work was saved so it was presented to the nice sounding chap .

Things worked out although not as well as I would have thought , but I was back again in the thick of things , gathering money for Team Manipal Racing , enabling to get them to Wisconsin for the competition. With the right people happy with your work, 3^rd year seemed to beckon with team leadership on the cards.

Was I mentioning something about greener pastures?? This was it.

And how did the senior chap suddenly remember about me- the success achieved by Battle of the Bands, quality and quantity wise. Quantity being a reference to the amount of moolah that was in excess ,even though we didn’t charge any tickets for th e show :D . So TMR goes on to achieve the best ever finish by an Indian Team , now that was some team with the good elements chucking out the bad ones at regular intervals of time.

Things stand at their best ever phase as of this day.

Many more “friends ” were lost , leading to a very clear cut group of people that I hope I can truly Friends.

Academics although is still where it was but work and recognition is on an exponential rise and this is the pattern I wanted , because this was the pattern of my school life , which was rather impressive by the time it ended.

Now I am dressed in a black three piece suit waiting to welcome in 5^th sem into Room 26, Ojas 2.