Being a Social Animal…
If you are not involved in solving a problem, you are a part of the problem!
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The story begins…
I came to GEC Thrissur along with my father. For the first time I was staying away from home and since none of my Trivandrum friends joined in GEC, I was completely stranded in a pool (sea?) of strangers. To make things worse someone told me that GEC was so notorious for raging. My mind set was no better than a 4 year old kid joining the KG.
Someone took us to a classroom where we waited for my turn to get the green card. A senior came to me and gave me a pamphlet in which it was written “Study and Struggle” in big block letters. “Awh!! Are we studying here to struggle??” I thought. The pamphlet was something which provides you with the information about the hostels near to the college.
After all the formalities at the office, we set out to find a hostel bed for me. And that is when, this lean fair guy with the naivest look i had ever seen tripped on us - Aneesh. He was with his father and they had found a hostel for him. We had a small chat with them and came to know that he was also a CSE student. Being with a classmate was a nice idea and i decided to be in the same hostel. Little did i knew then that it was the beginning of a great friendship.
After two weeks: - the class begins
The first day in the class.I reached in time (I am punctual at times). I came from my mother’s house that day and was yet to join the hostel and hence I looked for Anish, to find a seat near him but couldn’t find him. After a bit of chit chats with the other students i came to a conclusion that, the class is a geek shop. State rank holders, Sainik school product, Navodaya products, school toppers, 90+ % holders and a lot of them with lots of plans (someone even had decided the institution where he plans to do his MBA). I was waiting for Anish as he was the only “me kinda guy” i saw. And then he came, he was with a fat, big ass guy, Anand. I waved at him and he waved back. We talked for sometime and then the teacher came.
Loitering in the campus around at noon I saw a lot new variety of people. Seniors with devilish looks (you know, those with long hairs, torn jeans etc..), the romantic people at gallery, the union leaders, the empty library hall and people fighting to get the slowest internet service provided there, just because it is free (i waited there for half an hour but couldn’t get into the seat. . :P), the mech tree … huh, somebody called us!! That was the first raging i had (as far as i remember the last one too)
Senior: Whats your name?
Me: Vivek, Whats yours?
Senior: How dare you ask me that?
Me: I am sorry..
Senior: Tuck out your shirt..
Did that without hesitation.
Senior: Branch?
Me: CSE
Senior: How many gals in your class?
Me: Well, 20-25 .
Senior: The assignment for you is to get me their full details.
Me: Ahem Ahem…
Senior: huh, any probs (the devilish look appeared in his face)
Me: No, what probs…It’s done..
Never met him after that. :D
The day end leaving me into a lot of thoughts,
What should i tell when i meet the senior again?
Will engineering suits me?
When can I go back home?
To be continued…
After 1 hour of discussion with Thodi Bhai about the probability that two plugin ID’s will generate the same key, we found out that the upper bound is 1 and lower bound is 0. 
Finally in the kitchen!!
My amma had a transfer to a remote place last week and that means no more home made food. I had some basic lessons from her on how to cook. The theory seemed to be so easy, the only thing is you have to wait for 20 minutes after keeping the stuff in stove (for most of the items). But I was so sure that the cooking thing will never happen as I believe I’ll never get bored of hotel food. Now, how I ended up cooking. This day my father fell ill and I decided to make kanji for him and did it comfortably as there is no need to be bothered about the salt and other ingredient quantities. The prime difficulty is in getting accustomed with the environment. I made about 10 calls to my amma enquiring where the matchbox is, how to switch on the gas cylinder etc etc. Now the hard part was yet to come – to make the curry (I too planned to taste my first dish and I needed something with rice). I had another theory class on making the easiest of all curries, payaru curry (peas curry), but I completely forgot that. Now What???? I was not ready to quit. Called up amma again and this time I didn’t cut the mobile phone. And she virtually made the curry through me. And to my amusement it tasted good! Now the other side of it.. The kitchen was a mess after the whole thing. (I reverted it though) I burned my hand. (It’s a silly burn) There was a lot of curry and there was no way other than throwing it away. My father popped up the opinion of cooking again today L . (We tried a new dish, but this business is not so interesting) BTW I had my first salary 
