“Stand in height order…I said height order!” These words seemed like the harshest words our ears had ever heard. 30 of stood in four lines (Why did we succumb? Why? Innocent, terrified ‘ickle first years waiting (in line) to be scared and raumatised for life. Yes it was the official PyEC ragging session. (PyEC = Psychology, English Literature, Communication Studies)
But that was the beginning of the best days of our lives. Slowly, the harsh, evil seniors became our gurus. Needless to say we eventually bettered their skills! But apparently it’s a touchy topic. The juniors said so! Not much worthy of being documented happened in the first semester. It went by quite fast actually as we found/wound our way around college (through the then basketball court, the once existent bleachers, the late trees and the erstwhile AUDITORIUM. May they rest in peace.)
By the second semester, however, things began to change. Change that had never been witnessed before. We fast became a household name. And why not? We brought “FINE PRINT” back and it was now bold and finer! We brought Darius, Jimmy and Nazarius into the campus. (Yes indeed Darius escaped unhurt!)
We had made our mark though. That’s it. FULL STOP. (For those who did not get to witness history being created…we created the best wall magazine ever.)
Fast forward through the hot summer during which we worked hard at out internships.
“Stand in order of the biggest little toe to the smallest. I said biggest LITTLE toe!”
Woohoo! Trauma time is back and we were there to take out sweet, sugar coated revenge. We believe in helping Karma avenge on our behalf you see! After all we were no more the ‘ickle first years.
We stormed through our second year and brought honour and glory to the college. Or so we believe! Radio Active returned to the campus full swing. Tuesdays and Fridays 12:40 infact. (But did you listen?) We turned Mount Carmel College into Studio 54! By this time, it must be noted that we were pretty much THE BHAIS. College’s own MAFIA if you will! Everybody knew us. Even the new Chechi (i.e. the lady at the refectory) knew us (Read: knew Christine and me). And of course we knew our way to all our classes. Where is room 27 anyway? And 16? Or is it 19? Ah forget it…I’m just not going in for my lesson. Food anyone?
The Union was filled with us (Ok fine. It was only Kripa and Vaishali. But the rest turned up for moral support and attendance). Ah well…one couldn’t be everywhere at all times could one? Obviously we could! That too without Hermione’s silly time turner. Though we all could have used “a few turns” every now and then during exams. Oh in case you hadn’t noticed, the second year also came to an end.
FAST FORWARD AGAIN THROUGH THE HOT SUMMER DURING WHICH WE WORKED HARD AT OUT INTERNSHIPS.
“Stand in order of…” “Hey stupid woman let the super seniors handle it” Ah ha! Finally! Our moment of glory (not that we didn’t have our share last year) was here! We were, at last, Lords of the Land. Master and Commander! But we speak the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth when we say, “Under all the pretend nastiness we are only being thoughtful.” Can’t let our first year baby juniors be traumatised ONLY by the big bad world, can we? We were giving them practice! (Muhahahahahahahahahahaha)
The last and final year *sniff sniff sob sob* saw the making of our four films – the best films in the history of cinema worldwide. Apparently the directors (means US) are simply brilliant. (Applause) “We’d like to thank our families, our principle and teachers, our college mates, our dear dogs, our…” We promise to wave from THE Red Carpet my dears.
Speaking of dogs…they gave us great entertainment and support when we sat through perfectly non-creative evenings on the cold GJ Block steps AKA the amphitheatre. Most of the last semester went by on there. We spent long hours just talking, playing killer and mafia to the point of being shooed away from there! We took our time to go though. We took our own sweet time to leave the secure and safe haven of college. (Except when there was canine chaos. Then we fled without looking back even once!) We tried to take longer but before we knew it and wanted it, time politely asked us to “GET OUT!” And we graduated as PyEC 2008.
We laughed, we cried, we laughed some more until we nearly died. We learnt about life and we learnt about the bloody taunting future. Oh we also learnt lots of psychology, English, Communicative English and several languages. But most importantly we learnt to be modest. And so we leave saying,
We came.
We saw.
We conquered.
Peace out!
But that was the beginning of the best days of our lives. Slowly, the harsh, evil seniors became our gurus. Needless to say we eventually bettered their skills! But apparently it’s a touchy topic. The juniors said so! Not much worthy of being documented happened in the first semester. It went by quite fast actually as we found/wound our way around college (through the then basketball court, the once existent bleachers, the late trees and the erstwhile AUDITORIUM. May they rest in peace.)
By the second semester, however, things began to change. Change that had never been witnessed before. We fast became a household name. And why not? We brought “FINE PRINT” back and it was now bold and finer! We brought Darius, Jimmy and Nazarius into the campus. (Yes indeed Darius escaped unhurt!)
We had made our mark though. That’s it. FULL STOP. (For those who did not get to witness history being created…we created the best wall magazine ever.)
Fast forward through the hot summer during which we worked hard at out internships.
“Stand in order of the biggest little toe to the smallest. I said biggest LITTLE toe!”
Woohoo! Trauma time is back and we were there to take out sweet, sugar coated revenge. We believe in helping Karma avenge on our behalf you see! After all we were no more the ‘ickle first years.
We stormed through our second year and brought honour and glory to the college. Or so we believe! Radio Active returned to the campus full swing. Tuesdays and Fridays 12:40 infact. (But did you listen?) We turned Mount Carmel College into Studio 54! By this time, it must be noted that we were pretty much THE BHAIS. College’s own MAFIA if you will! Everybody knew us. Even the new Chechi (i.e. the lady at the refectory) knew us (Read: knew Christine and me). And of course we knew our way to all our classes. Where is room 27 anyway? And 16? Or is it 19? Ah forget it…I’m just not going in for my lesson. Food anyone?
The Union was filled with us (Ok fine. It was only Kripa and Vaishali. But the rest turned up for moral support and attendance). Ah well…one couldn’t be everywhere at all times could one? Obviously we could! That too without Hermione’s silly time turner. Though we all could have used “a few turns” every now and then during exams. Oh in case you hadn’t noticed, the second year also came to an end.
FAST FORWARD AGAIN THROUGH THE HOT SUMMER DURING WHICH WE WORKED HARD AT OUT INTERNSHIPS.
“Stand in order of…” “Hey stupid woman let the super seniors handle it” Ah ha! Finally! Our moment of glory (not that we didn’t have our share last year) was here! We were, at last, Lords of the Land. Master and Commander! But we speak the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth when we say, “Under all the pretend nastiness we are only being thoughtful.” Can’t let our first year baby juniors be traumatised ONLY by the big bad world, can we? We were giving them practice! (Muhahahahahahahahahahaha)
The last and final year *sniff sniff sob sob* saw the making of our four films – the best films in the history of cinema worldwide. Apparently the directors (means US) are simply brilliant. (Applause) “We’d like to thank our families, our principle and teachers, our college mates, our dear dogs, our…” We promise to wave from THE Red Carpet my dears.
Speaking of dogs…they gave us great entertainment and support when we sat through perfectly non-creative evenings on the cold GJ Block steps AKA the amphitheatre. Most of the last semester went by on there. We spent long hours just talking, playing killer and mafia to the point of being shooed away from there! We took our time to go though. We took our own sweet time to leave the secure and safe haven of college. (Except when there was canine chaos. Then we fled without looking back even once!) We tried to take longer but before we knew it and wanted it, time politely asked us to “GET OUT!” And we graduated as PyEC 2008.
We laughed, we cried, we laughed some more until we nearly died. We learnt about life and we learnt about the bloody taunting future. Oh we also learnt lots of psychology, English, Communicative English and several languages. But most importantly we learnt to be modest. And so we leave saying,
We came.
We saw.
We conquered.
Peace out!
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