It was a day when our most peaceful semester turned out to be a semester even worse than the days spent under the aegis (sic) of KPK. We were agog at the prospect of a semester when the courses were light & fun, the grading good and the profe**ors chilled. There was a general feeling in the Me**anical Depart**nt that P**f. Fortune had been utterly altruistic on its fou**h year D**l De*ree students this year and were soaring aloft with joy. But, we, the poor students of C*M never knew what lay in our way.
It was another cheerful morning, when I had woken up late, attended just one class in the morning (because I had just one class in the morning all the 4 days, apart from Wednesday when I had no class the whole day. HURRAH!!) and came back to my room after lunch gathering strength for my 4.5 hours of consecutive evening classes. There was a friendly-looking mail in my G*O which seemed to advert to some registration issues. I thought it just referred to the acceptance of my mess fees but lo! , on opening the mail, it affronted me with its bold italicised letters alleging that my registration had been drastically disapproved.
Apparently our Fac**ty Ad**sor had suddenly woken up from a deep slumber of about three and a half years and decided to do his IMPORTANT duties all of a sudden. Of course, having never interacted with any of us before, and having never checked the registration website before, he had no idea how and why we had taken the courses in the previous semester, or which courses had gone extinct and which new courses had started flowing in these years. So, using his (ill)logical mind he just said that we cannot enroll for any course this semester unless mentioned in the list given on some invisible ME website. It never bothered him that more than 90% of the courses in that list on the ASC (of course, there's no list on that antique ME website) are not running this semester and due to the proficiency shown by the likes of AA, are innumerable clashes of slots. So without thinking how deeply he was afflicting us with his decision, he just proceeded to cancel our registration.
We immediately gathered ourselves and proceed to the department with alacrity. P**f. Jo**i, another severely incompetent pr*f***or of C*M was ignorant of any such situation and seemed even more taken aback than us. But he tried to allay our fears by stating that he would ameliorate our condition and help us to register for all the courses that we wanted to take. He then advocated freedom for us in front of both our fac*d and H*D and adverted to our dilemma of not having enough options. But, it seemed that our esteemed H*D (Shame on S*j*l for taking him as his guide)had left his brains in some aerie or alloyed his grey cells with trash. After talking to H*D P**f. Jo**i came out a different man and announced that we had to resolve the issue ourselves and must take the damned courses given in the damned ASC list. He said the Satan-damned H*D was not amenable to any logical arguments provided by him. The reason for this might be that the power which Mr. Bap*t had been aggrandizing for so long had now gone to his head and replaced the tissues required for logic. There was now an ambivalent feeling among us of anger and rejection but I*T-ians are taught to fight against all odds. We soothed our broken hearts and ambled to our classes. It seemed that we were no longer ambulatory and couldn’t lift our feet at all.
P.S.: (Some useful advice) It is said that Ambrosia is the food of the Gods and that when you take it you can achieve immortality. According to law, alimony is the Court-ordered support paid by one spouse to another after they are separated
It was another cheerful morning, when I had woken up late, attended just one class in the morning (because I had just one class in the morning all the 4 days, apart from Wednesday when I had no class the whole day. HURRAH!!) and came back to my room after lunch gathering strength for my 4.5 hours of consecutive evening classes. There was a friendly-looking mail in my G*O which seemed to advert to some registration issues. I thought it just referred to the acceptance of my mess fees but lo! , on opening the mail, it affronted me with its bold italicised letters alleging that my registration had been drastically disapproved.
Apparently our Fac**ty Ad**sor had suddenly woken up from a deep slumber of about three and a half years and decided to do his IMPORTANT duties all of a sudden. Of course, having never interacted with any of us before, and having never checked the registration website before, he had no idea how and why we had taken the courses in the previous semester, or which courses had gone extinct and which new courses had started flowing in these years. So, using his (ill)logical mind he just said that we cannot enroll for any course this semester unless mentioned in the list given on some invisible ME website. It never bothered him that more than 90% of the courses in that list on the ASC (of course, there's no list on that antique ME website) are not running this semester and due to the proficiency shown by the likes of AA, are innumerable clashes of slots. So without thinking how deeply he was afflicting us with his decision, he just proceeded to cancel our registration.
We immediately gathered ourselves and proceed to the department with alacrity. P**f. Jo**i, another severely incompetent pr*f***or of C*M was ignorant of any such situation and seemed even more taken aback than us. But he tried to allay our fears by stating that he would ameliorate our condition and help us to register for all the courses that we wanted to take. He then advocated freedom for us in front of both our fac*d and H*D and adverted to our dilemma of not having enough options. But, it seemed that our esteemed H*D (Shame on S*j*l for taking him as his guide)had left his brains in some aerie or alloyed his grey cells with trash. After talking to H*D P**f. Jo**i came out a different man and announced that we had to resolve the issue ourselves and must take the damned courses given in the damned ASC list. He said the Satan-damned H*D was not amenable to any logical arguments provided by him. The reason for this might be that the power which Mr. Bap*t had been aggrandizing for so long had now gone to his head and replaced the tissues required for logic. There was now an ambivalent feeling among us of anger and rejection but I*T-ians are taught to fight against all odds. We soothed our broken hearts and ambled to our classes. It seemed that we were no longer ambulatory and couldn’t lift our feet at all.
P.S.: (Some useful advice) It is said that Ambrosia is the food of the Gods and that when you take it you can achieve immortality. According to law, alimony is the Court-ordered support paid by one spouse to another after they are separated
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Macha raha hai be...
Consummate learner of Barrons..The Bamboo
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