There are certainly many things we as engineers can boast about once we pass out (that is if we ever make it alive). The true gems of stay in Rourkela are experienced only as an electrical engg. student. Trust me, even a guy with half a brain wouldn't advice you to take up this expedition. People are screwed royally and oh boy the one eyed king of the hot planet loves it. "More rules! boil those bastards, bring in the hot oil" he cries.
The limits of our endurance and patience touched all time highs with the coming in of the jungle priest. Jungle who? Lets just say T.K. Nayak happened to us. The reasons to which remain unknown, perhaps a result of the underwater nuclear tests carried out by some country or just karma.Whatever, we now know that God too commits crimes and now we have solid proof.
Mathematics, he taught, say the people. I don't believe them.You shouldn't either. Nayak's class was a brief tour through a Russian gulag, which came without the incentive of watching pretty Russian women. We have our stock, but they're no match.
TK looked like an ugly,haggered baboon (no offense to the baboon community, but he sure was ugly ) who'd done picking out all the lice from his hair on his head and was now preparing to reach the lesser known areas carefully hidden in his bottom.
Our notebooks, which bore proudly the NIT symbol, now lay bare and done, containing TK's renditions of Mathematics chapters.
As if the classes weren't enough of an encoragement to drive people to the point of suicide the jungle priest wanted more sacrifices,Assignments the bastard would bellow.I can't remember the countless number of hours i've spent copying, carefully reproducing the works of people like Smriti or Faizy. God bless them and us even more.
The limits of our endurance and patience touched all time highs with the coming in of the jungle priest. Jungle who? Lets just say T.K. Nayak happened to us. The reasons to which remain unknown, perhaps a result of the underwater nuclear tests carried out by some country or just karma.Whatever, we now know that God too commits crimes and now we have solid proof.
Mathematics, he taught, say the people. I don't believe them.You shouldn't either. Nayak's class was a brief tour through a Russian gulag, which came without the incentive of watching pretty Russian women. We have our stock, but they're no match.
TK looked like an ugly,haggered baboon (no offense to the baboon community, but he sure was ugly ) who'd done picking out all the lice from his hair on his head and was now preparing to reach the lesser known areas carefully hidden in his bottom.
Our notebooks, which bore proudly the NIT symbol, now lay bare and done, containing TK's renditions of Mathematics chapters.
As if the classes weren't enough of an encoragement to drive people to the point of suicide the jungle priest wanted more sacrifices,Assignments the bastard would bellow.I can't remember the countless number of hours i've spent copying, carefully reproducing the works of people like Smriti or Faizy. God bless them and us even more.
