
Still unsure of how we are going to be evaluvated for our end semester exams, as a final year student of College Of Engineering, Guindy, am ready to move out and be called as alumnus of the best engineering college in TamilNadu. What has been a place for learning for the past 4 years, that formed the basis of my future career is about to become a figment of my memory in my life’s long run. This is what everyone or atleast most of us is gonna feel ( especially hostellers ) but its facinating how it feels special for each one of us despite knowing the imminent truth.
Its always said that hostellers would have had the greatest time and have hardest time in controlling their feelings as they are more precious, true, I would be glad to accept that, since after being housebound for so long, they finally get their chance to ponder over the fantasies of the real world. However, me, as a dayscholar had a fair share of thrill, mostly related to travelling, be it waiting in the bus stop for the MTC bus, getting on the wrong bus leading to bunking of a few morning periods, fighting to fit in a crowded bus or sometimes taking footboard, rushing out of the college in the evenings so as not to miss the direct bus to my stop, getting a smartphone or include net packs along with it.
As said earlier, hostellers life would have been even more fun, because they are from places who might knew nothing about this Metropolitian city Chennai, and everything around them like the traffic, beaches, malls, street foods, wing mates, room mates would have fascinated them and forget not to mention the chore of washing their very own clothes ( Also, on a lighter note, I have always wondered whether these guys did bathe everyday or washed their clothes before using them atleast twice, LoL, JK-NoF). Other fun things they were up to other that roaming around Chennai that I’d know of includes having late night chats, ordering food just because the mess menu was horrible and taking part in club activities and other fests that always occured around the year, which were quite closed for dayscholars from a typical conservative Indian family. Also I ain’t the kind who loves such parties, who prefers idle indoors than active outdoors, so personally it was fine by since I have not missed much that I like.
I personally had many dreams or maybe we can call it expectations of how a college would be and every thing that I ever thought of was shattered and I realized this very soon, maybe at the end of 1st semester, because nothing changed, it was similar to what I had been going through in school for 12 whole years, you are given a prescribed syllabus and book to read and then attempt the exam. I don’t know whether its the syllabus or the teaching methodology or the evaluvation strategy that is being used that led to the situation which no longer allows you to learn and practically apply what you have learnt, it was as it was in schools, aimlessly striving for just one goal ( marks as in school, gpa/cgpa as in college ). After mumbling and grumbling for next 3 semesters, I’d realized it was stupid to go on like this and if I wanted something beyond what a college can provide to its undergraduate then it was me who needs to change and define the pursuit of my choice, which I would let you know a little bit later in this article.
Yet an other vivid memory of my college would be the number of canteens it had and you could pick one depending upon the occasion. In the 1st year, it was mandatory for every fresher to pick one out of four club activities that included NCC, NSS, YRC, NSO and I picked NSO, which stands for National Sports Organisation and we have to involve ourselves in some sport activities and happens once or twice a week and have to stay 2 hours after college from 5 pm to 7 pm. I have never considered myself to be a sports person and luckyly found a similar group in NSO with whom would sneak out of the games we were assigned to grab some snack or mini-tiffen since canteen was located very close to the playground and would have a hearty chat in the gallery. Still I would call us a perfect sports people since we loved being the audience of any game that was happening at the moment. Also at the end of 1st year, it was a compulsary in-house camp for NSO and had to live a hosteller’s life for 10 whole days, it was kinda fun too.
Apart from the above said facilities, there are so much more but couldn’t fit in all since I never had experiences with most of them. However, a few other places that I can relate to with flashing memories would be the S&H block, where from outside it appears as a normal building once you enter it would be a tunneled maze, the CUIC, the library with its air conditioning and magazines on AutoCar, The Week & The Outlook being my favourite, Co-op store, the IPR block.
Its been 2 years since joining the college, and I started to wonder about what next in life and how to pave my way for a better career. I ain’t an outstanding student and although it did make me depressing when the results are published, somewhere deep inside me I knew a little lower CGPA than others is not going to get me anywhere in my life, all I knew at that time was that I need to do something beyond the assigned syllabi and the mundane activity that all of us have been doing all through our past. In this pursuit of finding out what I like and how to build a career academically, I started by attending various technical workshops and events, its more of not knowing whether I like the subject its about knowing whether I can create a liking for the subject. Being a mechanical engineering student, I further had to narrow down to one major out of Design, Manufacturing & Thermal, the broad categories of it. Thermal was the 1st field that I dropped to be outta my league and as of for the other it goes hand-in-hand so its impossible to neglect any of them. Also, recently I have also understood that being conventional makes you obsolete and being interdisciplinary is the way to succeed.
It was also hard to do this all alone, despite a maximum strength of students in the department, the total number of students focussed on academics is very minimal and also felt that those who are into academics have a clear idea of what they are doing and what they wanna be and finding yourself filled with dilemma whose magnitude is ever rising, you could often feel hard to retain your senses when you feel that there are so many people who are so sure of what they are doing amongst which finding an appropriate balance between acquiring knowledge without losing myself into it, to get help and gain advice not wanting to wait until the time becomes crirical. That’s when I decided rather than trying to write a desirable story of my wish, I’d write a story where I tried what I wanted to be and let the world know what life offered me.
In addition to a few more co-curricular activities like in-plant training and interns, one major breakthrough ( or maybe that’s how I wish to remember this ) would be me publishing a paper in SCOPUS indexed research journal, initially it was just a review paper but eventually led to publishing two more, one each in theoretical and experimental perspective. I started off doing the review paper playfully, just to have a hand, an experience in what it might feel to do one. Also, I would never forget the day when I had to present that paper in a conference infront of a learned group, absolutley all above my age and none attending it solo. It was quite embarrasing at the moment, being filled with anxiety and terror, bluffing most of the times whe question were asked about a concept but when I think of it now, I just feel brave for making such an atempt.
Of many mistakes that I might have made there is this one thing which I will never forget or forgive myself for. During the 3rd year summer holidays, many foreign universities allow students for research based interns, for which I did apply and got selected but didn’t go, I seriously didn’t realize at that time the value of that offer and still I am unable to justify why I did drop that. A series of events after that has made my stupidity hurt me more than before, applied for reseach intern in IISc, IITs, JNCASR, CSIR and until today haven’t got any. However, in a way I am glad, since it fueled my pursuit and has now made me think more clearly before taking action, after all that’s what life wanted to teach me I hope.
When compared to many, I was always this dilemmatic guy who goes back and forth in his decision and never arrives at a solution. I sure would accept that, my pursuit was a bumpy one, and started to understand what I actually needed only at the end of 7th semester, too late maybe but what’s the rush and why the comparison, because everyone runs in their very own timeline, some might reach the finish line soon some later, the fantasies of life are harder to understand, its better when felt.
Just like any other person, I didn’t wish for my final year to end this way but I truly trust the life’s happenings and belive that its every action has a justfiable answer. The memories and experience that I have gone through for the last 4 years might not get a chance to feature in my CV but it surely would have a most honory position in my forthcoming decisions, as so for as it is in most of the other students. To conclude, I have a few great souls with whom I might share my future experiences, who would like me unbaised just the way I feel about them.
~ N S VIJAYVIGNESH




















































































