I? Me? Engineering student. Yes, student,  the one who has got to face some torturous and gruesome things one could never expect. It is more like stress, one could say. This hovers around me wherever I go. Its like one of your classmates you don’t want to mingle with but you have to for some unknown reason.(Hey don’t go pointing fingers at me).
For people who thought I was kidding when I said “torture” and “gruesome” and for those who have had a non-student experience, for those who thought I didn’t’t know what stress is?
I KNOW what this thing is: Stress. It is sitting late by your study table at night writing laboratory reports, it is that mugging I have to, have to, have to do to get my 35; the assurance of not getting caught copying from that geeky guy, admiring that girl everyday without she noticing me, using my mobile phone in class without catching the squint eye of my teacher(I just can‘t make our where he is looking), about how many hits my blog received for the day, enough chocolate pudding to last the day so I can feast on it at the end of college, the 276 to stop at the time when I am at the bus stop, to able to look up & see that black board which was as blank as I am looking at it, having able to listen to some boring lecture and somehow pinching yourself to keep your eyes open, making sure your attendance doesn’t dip under that 75%, to answer the viva-voice’s question you heard for the first time, making sure of not exceeding your monthly allowance,  deciding on writing the GRE or the CAT or GMAT or all of it or neither of it, to have to decide the right amount of chapters you need to study for your finals…….there sure is more but its getting my grey matter to stress. So my credentials as a ‘stressee’ are up to the mark for sure.
I needed that crazy Neo move to dodge all of this. I needed to find a way to beat this, to get this stress to its knees. Fear, tension, intense thinking, thoughts and I have my rescue plan figured. I needed to squeeze out more fun & enjoyment from the same amount of time or to do something fun out of my college time but having fun during college hours just multiplies your satisfaction of enjoyment.
It was the need of the hour for us “students” to let go of some fear and do something we thought we would never do. Do things more unbelievable than dodging bullets. We BUNKED class for very first time and not knowing what to do I had to go sit in the canteen & then just sit there doing nothing just like I would have done in the class.
Then came a time when I did a little bit of bunking here and there, sitting in the canteen to find myself there more often than ever. I couldn’t  just sit around with my group of friends; there had to be something worth our while. All I could want was some hot & delicious paneer roll and the right time for the Architecture Dept. to have its break. The hot quotient is very high there. I am forced to think it is some numerological connection between the word “Architecture”  and the girls.
I couldn’t take this canteen more. I needed some action in my life. I needed that door which I could open and vent my frustration and anger to close it without anyone else knowing. Enter Counter Strike. Boring class ahead meant some shooting on the computer screens, get few kills under your belt and some cash too. Get advanced arms just to make sure you are safe in there. My hands would ache (I write assignments too) and that would be it when we head back for some nice ice-cream. It surely is worth the long walk from  that gaming centre.
Come lunch break, enough rolls already eaten and head back to class and  off to dream for sometime. I prepare my bed, need to join the best desks exactly to make sure it doesn’t’t hurt my back. I need a pillow too and for what other good use is my bag with those kilo heavy books I keep carrying around. Rest your head and just dream your way into sleeping until you can find that hustle bustle around you. The teacher’s presence can be felt  and with his help you can continue sleeping but with the trouble of you having to sit and do that.
With my reddened eyes from the deep sleep, I catch hold of the sight  few of my friends just so that they can accompany me till the bus stop or I even would drag them along to get on the same bus as mine. A little bit of  cursing on the days events has a soothing effect. Sometimes it gets me to cry laughing hard when my friends amazingly combines two extreme abuses into one sentence. The bus driver adds a bit more here and there when he goes cussing everybody else driving better. If lucky enough I could also get a A/C ride back home. Flash the 50buck note with a 5 buck coin, usually there is no change for the 50(luck is still on my side) so pay the 5buck and enjoy the cool air hitting your face.
Home is where I have to deal with all of this on my own. I am the lone warrior and sometimes a wounded soldier on few of those days. Internet on, music download start but wait I can sense this stress on my radar. The download limit is almost up. Switch off the computer, set the alarm for 2a.m. Some more food to hog on & some boring copying work from some intelligent guy’s lab work. Doze away remembering the food, the kills, the cash, the cold ice-cream & the chocolate pudding on few lucky days. Some noise I assigned to wake me up from the pleasant sleep of mine.
Unlimited downloads start and I am out of my limits too. Songs, movies, movie teasers and some Facebook. Music is the best filler in all these. And this very special word keeps “Music…music….music…..” ringing in my head from one of Madonna’s song. Sleep time listen to music. Bored in class play music(low volume of course). Need inspiration to kill, play track from 300 or Kill Bill. In canteen and not hungry, watch music video. Need something to sail you through your assignment copying session, MUSIC!!!!!
Seeing all of us take a beating, the college organizes a College Fest. Sing along the Pink Floyd, AC~DC, Deep Purple songs being played loudly by the bands come to compete. Dance to every number being played during the competitions. Finding the right time to ask the girl out I have been admiring for so long. Go home and feel that pain in my legs, when I kept jumping higher and higher for no reason or stare myself at the mirror looking at my red cheeks, courtesy Ms. Girl That I Admired. But I was glad as I could at least see some sparks fly though off my cheek.
I did learn Newton’s Laws well by I was in my 3rd Year of Engineering. The third law is the most important and after all this festive fun I had, I could sense the ultimate stress called the EXAM. I feel a bit confident having beaten a few of those stresses I told about. I think I can contribute just enough to get 35. But a backlog is not that bad either, I get to write it again with having a good experience in doing so earlier. It sure does helps.
After all this time I know why this thing : stress was there. Why is lingered all this while. It was right behind me so that I could enjoy those days of nice abusive bus rides back home, those moments where I would have more kills than my friend, those times where I would feel on top of the world. All this fun was like my best friend with whom I spent most of the time with which helps me get away from my chipku classmate Stress.
And thus stress was BUSTED!!!!!

I? Me? Engineering student. Yes, student,  the one who has got to face some torturous and gruesome things one could never expect. It is more like stress, one could say. This hovers around me wherever I go. Its like one of your classmates you don’t want to mingle with but you have to for some unknown reason.(Hey don’t go pointing fingers at me).

For people who thought I was kidding when I said “torture” and “gruesome” and for those who have had a non-student experience, for those who thought I didn’t’t know what stress is?

I KNOW what this thing is: Stress. It is sitting late by your study table at night writing laboratory reports, it is that mugging I have to, have to, have to do to get my 35; the assurance of not getting caught copying from that geeky guy, admiring that girl everyday without she noticing me, using my mobile phone in class without catching the squint eye of my teacher(I just can‘t make our where he is looking), about how many hits my blog received for the day, enough chocolate pudding to last the day so I can feast on it at the end of college, the 276 to stop at the time when I am at the bus stop, to able to look up & see that black board which was as blank as I am looking at it, having able to listen to some boring lecture and somehow pinching yourself to keep your eyes open, making sure your attendance doesn’t dip under that 75%, to answer the viva-voice’s question you heard for the first time, making sure of not exceeding your monthly allowance,  deciding on writing the GRE or the CAT or GMAT or all of it or neither of it, to have to decide the right amount of chapters you need to study for your finals…….there sure is more but its getting my grey matter to stress. So my credentials as a ‘stressee’ are up to the mark for sure.

I needed that crazy Neo move to dodge all of this. I needed to find a way to beat this, to get this stress to its knees. Fear, tension, intense thinking, thoughts and I have my rescue plan figured. I needed to squeeze out more fun & enjoyment from the same amount of time or to do something fun out of my college time but having fun during college hours just multiplies your satisfaction of enjoyment.

It was the need of the hour for us “students” to let go of some fear and do something we thought we would never do. Do things more unbelievable than dodging bullets. We BUNKED class for very first time and not knowing what to do I had to go sit in the canteen & then just sit there doing nothing just like I would have done in the class.

Then came a time when I did a little bit of bunking here and there, sitting in the canteen to find myself there more often than ever. I couldn’t  just sit around with my group of friends; there had to be something worth our while. All I could want was some hot & delicious paneer roll and the right time for the Architecture Dept. to have its break. The hot quotient is very high there. I am forced to think it is some numerological connection between the word “Architecture”  and the girls.

I couldn’t take this canteen more. I needed some action in my life. I needed that door which I could open and vent my frustration and anger to close it without anyone else knowing. Enter Counter Strike. Boring class ahead meant some shooting on the computer screens, get few kills under your belt and some cash too. Get advanced arms just to make sure you are safe in there. My hands would ache (I write assignments too) and that would be it when we head back for some nice ice-cream. It surely is worth the long walk from  that gaming centre.

Come lunch break, enough rolls already eaten and head back to class and  off to dream for sometime. I prepare my bed, need to join the best desks exactly to make sure it doesn’t’t hurt my back. I need a pillow too and for what other good use is my bag with those kilo heavy books I keep carrying around. Rest your head and just dream your way into sleeping until you can find that hustle bustle around you. The teacher’s presence can be felt  and with his help you can continue sleeping but with the trouble of you having to sit and do that.

With my reddened eyes from the deep sleep, I catch hold of the sight  few of my friends just so that they can accompany me till the bus stop or I even would drag them along to get on the same bus as mine. A little bit of  cursing on the days events has a soothing effect. Sometimes it gets me to cry laughing hard when my friends amazingly combines two extreme abuses into one sentence. The bus driver adds a bit more here and there when he goes cussing everybody else driving better. If lucky enough I could also get a A/C ride back home. Flash the 50buck note with a 5 buck coin, usually there is no change for the 50(luck is still on my side) so pay the 5buck and enjoy the cool air hitting your face.

Home is where I have to deal with all of this on my own. I am the lone warrior and sometimes a wounded soldier on few of those days. Internet on, music download start but wait I can sense this stress on my radar. The download limit is almost up. Switch off the computer, set the alarm for 2a.m. Some more food to hog on & some boring copying work from some intelligent guy’s lab work. Doze away remembering the food, the kills, the cash, the cold ice-cream & the chocolate pudding on few lucky days. Some noise I assigned to wake me up from the pleasant sleep of mine.

Unlimited downloads start and I am out of my limits too. Songs, movies, movie teasers and some Facebook. Music is the best filler in all these. And this very special word keeps “Music…music….music…..” ringing in my head from one of Madonna’s song. Sleep time listen to music. Bored in class play music(low volume of course). Need inspiration to kill, play track from 300 or Kill Bill. In canteen and not hungry, watch music video. Need something to sail you through your assignment copying session, MUSIC!!!!!

Seeing all of us take a beating, the college organizes a College Fest. Sing along the Pink Floyd, AC~DC, Deep Purple songs being played loudly by the bands come to compete. Dance to every number being played during the competitions. Finding the right time to ask the girl out I have been admiring for so long. Go home and feel that pain in my legs, when I kept jumping higher and higher for no reason or stare myself at the mirror looking at my red cheeks, courtesy Ms. Girl That I Admired. But I was glad as I could at least see some sparks fly though off my cheek.

I did learn Newton’s Laws well by I was in my 3rd Year of Engineering. The third law is the most important and after all this festive fun I had, I could sense the ultimate stress called the EXAM. I feel a bit confident having beaten a few of those stresses I told about. I think I can contribute just enough to get 35. But a backlog is not that bad either, I get to write it again with having a good experience in doing so earlier. It sure does helps.

After all this time I know why this thing : stress was there. Why is lingered all this while. It was right behind me so that I could enjoy those days of nice abusive bus rides back home, those moments where I would have more kills than my friend, those times where I would feel on top of the world. All this fun was like my best friend with whom I spent most of the time with which helps me get away from my chipku classmate Stress.

And thus stress was BUSTED!!!!!

5 Responses to “Chronicles of the Stress BUSTER”

  1. devraj bhadra Says:

    DUDE!!! A+ brilliant. i cud imagina a typical day of college. somehow im proud of being a part of this battlefield….atleast we r some form of soldiers eh?. i owe u a choc pudding man. brilliant work.
    PS: this style of writing is very…YOU! maintain plz.

  2. Swagata Says:

    Been there, done that…but college is the best time of our lives…It is surprising how we tend to forget the stress of exams…and remember only the joy of bunking. Atleast it is structured stress. You know there will be exams, the pattern, the date etc, so you are prepared for it..Wish life was equally structured…

  3. Vikas Sharma Says:

    Herr Karan,

    Trust me you do have some fantastic writing talent! Liked your write-up.

    Keep going, the real stress is yet to come…


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