AT
NASIK, ‘TIS YESTERDAY ONCE MORE…
I had the privilege and also the good
fortune to attend the ‘Power Electronics’ course at
IRIEEN, Nasik. So did 25 others of my as well as my next batch.
Here’s a sampler of what went on out there, who was
doing what, a compendium….
Scene:
Chandolkar’s (an IITB prof.) class,
25/5/99, 1530 hrs (mid-way)
Tyagi:
Comfortably ensconced in his
chair, gazing at eternity
Kajur:
Looking straight at
Chandolkar without batting an eyelid, trying to give a thrystory
look.
Anjali:
Like the God, diligent
standard eight student, taking down notes.
Suveer:
Highly focussed; has a novel in front of
him to give the impression that he too is casual about the whole
thing as everyone else.
Singla:
Spects on the table, face peering
towards the window, lost in the tranquil environs of Nasik, as he
makes up for his quota of sleep. In front of him is a small World
Cup Tie Sheet, listing Super-Six Probable match-ups.
Awasthi:
Has a pen in between his fingers-on his other hand
rests his chin, which imparts him a thoughtful look. Off and on,
he plugs and unplugs his pen’s cap.
Satish
Singh: His register’s closed, his legs are folded. Every now
and then he breaks into a bit of tabla on the table, rubs his
eyes and gazes at the fan above his head.
Mhetre:
With ‘Unlimited Power’ (the
book) in front of him, his left thumb brushes his moustaches,
contemplating, perhaps his next visit to Bombay.
Ugrasen:
Boredom lurks on the horizon as he continues mugging his Civil
Services notes, lost in his world.
PK:
Ever the
Yogi, his eyes are transfixed on Chandolkar, as if mesmerized
by the latter’s brand of digital magic. Entropy is low, his
book and notebook in their least energy state, as he gazes on
unperturbed.
Atul
Kr. Singh: Clicking and off his new ball point pen, looking
ahead, a wide smile radiating from his face. He’s making
good use of his pen, writing down ‘Atul Kumar Singh’
over a dozen times on his notebook’s cover.
Topno:
Back of his head resting on the
chair, his face’s sideview resembles anegg- the eternal
struggle to keep eyelids open is on, as the to and fro vibrations
of his head testify. Suddenly-a jerk- eyes open grudgingly-a look
around-a few seconds of gazing at the transparency in front of
him and life is back to normal-head back on the chair’s back
rest….
Dihana:
Spects on, notebook closed-the
guy’s lost it finally-after concentrating hard for two
weeks, he’s decided to call it quits-tough luck, prof IITB.
Neeraj:
Red Pilot-Hi-Tech pen is in one hand
(signifying danger), while the other hand is pillow for his head.
The struggle to keep alive to the goings-on was lost long
ago-during momentary lapses of reasons, his fingers rotate his
pilot pen in one continuous balancing act.
Amit Srivastava: An electromagnetic
field of Civil Service Books any external lines of force from
infringing into his domain-nothing can shake him, not even a
question, ”Is it clear, Saar?”, from the helpless prof.
…and finally
Deepak
Sapra: The only ass in the entire class bothered about what
OTHERS are doing-so much so that he penned it down.
I hope I have
passed on some of the all pervading boredom on to you-if
you’ve been able to go through all this bull provided above,
pat yourself on the back.
Take care…..