Recollections...

Sorry guys, for not writing for so long..but had a lot of things on my mind so could not write. Apologies to everyone...

Anyway, as i said, college was our life now. We all had started enjoying a lot and were somehow beginning to feel good about attending college (i know i sound weird...but its true!!). So all of us were usually there in college, even for the lectures which started at unearthly hours (8:30 am). We all realized, inwardly, that this would probably be the last year when we will be together for so much time. This was mainly because we knew that brainiacs like Jay would end up in the US for his MS. Also, as all of us were placed in different companies, we would most probably be sent to different locations. As a result, we all tried our best to be together. We used to meet in the college very often, after the official college hours. We used to have a lot of fun together.

But college being college, studies were never far behind! Subjects like Design and Analysis of Algorithms (DAA), Operating Systems (OS), AI, Object oriented Modeling and Design (OOMD) and especially Compiler Design (PCD) made sure we studied hard! The lectures were real fun though...as always. In the first DAA lecture, our teacher asked us "Who invented algorithms?"...no one replied..then she proceeded to write the longest name i've ever read in my life. It started at one end of the board and ended at the other. I was a huuuuge name. How did that guys parents come up with it was my first thought..and sure enough i was imagining someone trying to call his name...but in vain!! :P

Heres the name : Abu Abdullah Muhammad ibn Musa-al-Khwarizmi :O

The other lectures went on smoothly and slowly but surely, the day was over. We were happy. if this was the way things would go then there would be no problem. However, our bubble was about to be burst, quite mercilessly by the rules of our beloved University of Pune. Our pracs that sem consisted of 3 subjects, which were more or less mutually exclusive. So all in all, by the end of it we were supposed to go for our pracs which had about 53-55 programs and all different from each other. But one thing was good, our head was so crammed with the programs that there was no place for any tension. But sly are the ways of tension..it still managed to creep into our minds and eventually into our LEAD-FILLED fingers which refused to move at the very crucial moments! But all went well eventually.

Apart from studies, i kept playing badminton for my college. I was named captain of the team (im not sure if they regret it now!! :P) and was ecstatic. We played at the University level and because of an idiot in our team, whose name i refuse to disclose but it was not me, we lost in the semis. We had a great opportunity to reach the finals. It would have been a big achievement as it would have been after a loooong time that we would have reached the finals...but it was not to be. Then we all decided that in the next tournament we would reach the finals and we did. We ended up losing in the finals but when we got the silver medals in our hands we forgot about our loss and rejoiced...for in our hearts we had won what we set out to conquer...

to be continued...