Saturday, January 8, 2011

IIT: High Hopes & Drooling Desires: Where are We?

It has been 5 odd semesters since I embarked upon a new life in this endearing insti. I had come from a classy awing Doon with High Hopes and Drooling Desires, as a naïf and squeamish boy of Seventeen. My anticipations from this place were quite idealistic, high-minded and lofty. I had entered into this place because I was one of those many few who were turned on by the catholicity of Newton’s Laws, infinitesimal calculus, lengthy organic reactions during the High school days. The idea of entering into the premier institute of the country and being taught by the holy saints (read: Profs) where learner meant ‘learner for learning’s sake’, were few aspects which gloated me. I had expected people of a similar nature to be my new classmates, neighbors, allies and acquaintances. All this meant a ‘dream come true’ to me. I was on cloud nine!

On the contrary, in all the above respects, the bygone years have been a bitter pill to swallow. This place has dejected me in a lot of ways. From the bureaucratic inactivity to the teaching methodology to the courses offered to the academic curriculum to the relative grading system to the Professors to the Placement scenario to the Companies recruiting to the constant unhygienic mess food and to what-not, everything is in deplorable condition, coming apart and going to pieces.

The best brains in the country are turning into rats and dirty dogs. People have been measured by their grades and CGPAs. A guy with lower CGPA becomes a matter of trifle importance, and the one with a higher is revered by one and all, even if the latter is a big time bozo. The system in this place is not too helpful either. We, as a nation, have always catered to the best among us. If you are a topper, you are a star, if you are not, you are a nobody. This attitude acts as a body-blow to the ego of the "average" student here, who "falls" from being the top dog in school to a nonentity in college. In this rat-race, the average Joe loses his identity and his self-pride, being reduced to being in the peloton, to be in the shadow of the high-flier.

Talking about the holy saints, what else would you call people who are phony, bogus and hypocrites? Probably, ‘Equus asinus’! No one focus or pay attention on what a student likes and what not, what is important and what not, what is recent and of prime importance and what not, how to make lectures interesting and how not. I had expected my degree to be a pursuit of more knowledge from these saints to learn for learning’s sake, and not to learn for marks, grades, CGPAs, DRs (Departmental Ranks), IRs (Institutional Ranks) and all such bummer. 

Actually, the flaw lies with the system itself. I personally feel that once the JEE results are out, the IIT Administration need to conduct an Aptitude test (to bestow an appropriate branch to a particular individual) based on which the classification need to be done and not on the basis of mere JEE ranks. Moreover, as far as the pedagogy goes, I sincerely hold the notion that these big time holy saints need to seriously brush up their own concepts before taking up any class/lecture and simultaneously also refer to the videos of their counterparts far away in MITs, Stanford, et al. Moreover, they should focalize on something recent, practical and productive (not outdated theories and laws).

Else (as already seen), it would hardly take any time for this large brain-chunk to stop caring for anything remotely academic and resorting to other career options or draining their brains with a meaningless Er.(Engineer) before their names as a refuge to some distant land far far away ...  (Talk about brain drain then?)

Saturday, January 1, 2011

The night it was ..

The auspicious day, 1/1/11 was being greeted both warmly and coldly, until a loud scream of 'Do ya thang song' by T.I (which happens to be my current ringing tone) almost blew out of the water … and woke me up!
Yes, as expected 2010 was bid adieu at 23:59 hours in sopor. So was the advent of 2011 greeted at 00:00 hours beneath a warm quilt with Coldplay songs in background (which I realized once I woke up. The songs kept on playing with the repeat mode on).

Almost an hour past midnight when the T.I song (hinting a phone call) made me alive, I idly crawled my hand out of the immense warmheartedness of the quilt to reach for the phone. Laziness proved fatal, and as soon  as I picked it up, it got disconnected within fraction of a second. My eyes were wide open when the phone flashed 22 missed calls, and 24 unread messages. I was realizing what being a jackass is, until I planned to offset it. I decided to call back people and message everyone whom I missed wishing new year.

Hardly had I made up for my mistake when I realized who actually a jackass is. As I decided to call back, the phone averred – “You are currently out of balance. You have zero rupees, forty eight paisa left in your account. Dial one for balance account, two for refill, three for speaking to an ….”, to which I abused, disconnected and bedeviled my phone. I waited in anticipation for some more calls, but in vain. Who wishes people after 01:00 am, anyway? Still, I managed to find a couple of them online on facebook. Still lot more expected me! 

P.S: I finally did offset my blunder the next day (i.e today), when I actually called Home and everywhere else, to which I got alike greetings – “Hey, where were you last night?” Well, partying - coldly and warmly! Does that actually mean anything, anyway? 

P.P.S: For those (if anyone reading) who expected much more than what eventually (read: lame) the post turned out to be, I apologize for it. The title aptly matches with the post, and the bummer I was in  the previous night. I know: "Crap, Holy crap" is what this turned out to be. Life is not fair, always. 'Happy New Year!'  

P.P.P.S: To those who want to offset the effects of this dull crappy post, here's an interesting fact :157+163+167+173+179+181+191+193+197+ 199 +211=2011. 2011 is the first prime number which can b written as a sum of eleven consecutive prime numbers.