PEC......Things

I am nostalgic. I really am. I vividly remember mocking my then 4th year seniors as they cried and howled as they hugged each other bading gudbye. The feeling was similar at the end of second year barring the fact that i was attached to some of them too and felt saddened by their departure.Third year ended and some of my closest buddies heralded a new era in their life. And finally its me!
From a surprised first yearite who almost mocked the wet eyed seniors to a wet eyed senior myself, its been a long journey.
But its not about me, is it?
Its about PEC....errrrr...PEC ( Deemed University)
I dont wanna write about people, i dont wanna write about my friends,enemies, people i was indifferent to,my teachers..... i just wont be able to justify their importance in my life.
I wanna talk about things that define PEC, that have been here and will be, shaping, grooming the endless stream of to-be engineers. These have gona a long way in deciding the characteristics of the syntatic gap between my neurons.
Workshops: Once there were Nazi gas chambers, now there are PEC workshops. many of us owe their muscular development, burns, scars to these dingy,smelling confinements. However they have offered umpteen oppurtunities for us to mock the incharges that inhabit them. The ever abusing Carpentry guy to the fashion conscious Amita 'Hair' Chawla.Worshops lay the foundation of what defines us as engineers...JUGAAD. Yeah, thats right:P
Cafeteria: It closed down and a million hearts stopped beating. Cafeteria has been the warm hot centre of adrenalin.Bobby, amritsari kulcha,the all important TV, nescafe et al, I feel weird as i write about this. Behind the good PR skills of a PEC passout lies the cafe. and if the cafe died, so did the ramp. Besides providing a safe haven for 'Coochie-cooing' to innumerable love birds, it provided ideal discussion forum to decide what all is gonna be in a day's work.
Verka: "3 mentos for Rs.2. WHY? Because i got less than expected in the box i bought"
"Chocobar for Rs.13 WHY? Beacuse electricity bills burn a big hole in my pocket"
No one in this world can beat this dickhead that operates Verka in matters of cribbing and lamenting the society for his own sadness. This guy can actually depress you, make you hate this world and even contemplate taking extreme steps. A perfect candidate to fit the bill for " Permission to smack without any logical reason" category. Mr. Verka Jr. too seems keen in stepping into his fathers shoes. God Bless PEC.
Library: A place to study, a haven for silent introspection, a temple for seekers of knowledge. These phrases can be said for any other library but this one. First of all, its full of fakers....people who have come in just to enjoy the AC, then it has the above mentioned coochie-cooers, next come those who have nothing better to do than stare at these coochie-cooers and finally if somebody does come in to study, Mr. Library Incharge has a knack to almost always pick out the most diligent student for a one to one session.
Ganne Wala: What do you do if you feel like a declod pregnant cat lying lazily on a hot sunday afternoon. You're right, you go to the sugarcane juice selling Veerappan. If this guy is to be believed, he's been aroung for last 28 years in the college. Now that certainly makes him a candidate for the Directorship:P
Mirchi: Kisiko Mirchi lagi and this guy got a new name, a name that has become synonymous with shakes, paranthas, maggi and Pec-Market in our college. His dishes have formed the basis of many a healthy diets and have laid foundation of the many a healthy hostellers we meet.