2nd year – Compression
The 3rd semester saw the rise of Paro as the CR again. The welcome to the department was quite warm with us having to slog on 7 different pillars of mechanical engineering, apart from the all-famed drawing. We also welcomed the Tas’s baby sitter for the next few years from civil, but alas KD parted ways to head towards the Silicon Valley. BTD instructor’s inventive methods of teaching (whenever there was class) drew criticism and admirers at the same time! JB’s feedback forms with roll numbers for ‘identification’ purpose created quite a stir and also ensured reduced grades for a few students. In MOM, we were introduced to one of THE greatest linkages in mechanical history (The 4-bar linkage), to which we were exposed to extensively throughout the sem. (read: we did only that and nothing else)
The Clear Glass erased a few problems, and showed us the way forward. The classes were full of mind-bending cubes sitting on their ends in godknowswhere, which only TomA could wrap his mind around. Also, the Headbanger tried to entertain us with notes and anecdotes although none of those seemed to be sufficient to rivet our brains to the course! Some adventurous folk walked in very late from the front of the class, and were thunderously successfully, much to the chagrin of their compatriots.
The even semester brought about the realization of the greatest fears of the mechanical engineering student. The Glass cleared the path for drunken revelry to progress as usual on weekends, but there were the few who stuck to their drafters even in face of mounting adversity and back pain, to say nothing of sore eyes.
CAE was the first exposure for M1 to the Deadly Duo from Manipal. G01 [out of class] was the preferred command, but we were held rooted to our seats. We were introduced to concepts of how confiscated mobile phones could fund parties at LL, while poor Mr. Shankar Khan was constantly asked to sport the Ghajini haircut, and the CSI boys were asked to explain how computers communicate with each other. Unfortunately (and perhaps predictably), none of these events ever happened.
But the semester did have its good moments as well, when 100 odd eeediots experienced the presence of God via Yem Kyu See. Our BUDDY from the Navy went to the extent of addressing our very own MK as “abeeyyy cartooooon”. The NM class gave us a major insight into hostel affairs rather than efficient number punching on the calculator. The hydraulics lab literally consisted of opening and closing taps at regular intervals of time, while the mechanical lab taught us how beneficial friends are when it comes to facing things like group viva. By now MK notes had replaced text books as the reference material for the exams. The elections at the end of this year saw Basu taking over CR responsibilities. Chit seemed to gain a Spanish connection which saw him do an intern in Bio-mechanics, while the rest of us were spread across the subcontinent in the pursuit of knowledge.
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