If it was Kannada and Graphics subjects on one side, then there were all other subjects like MES, Civil, physics on the other side. Civil, taught by SSB and MSP, was normally the first period for us in the morning which meant it was a 45 minute class for us. And if it was SSB, then it was a 30 minute class. I still remember when we three showed to SSB class at 8:40 in the morning. The reason we gave? "Sir.. There was a goods train on the railway track due to which we couldn't cross over and enter the college!" MSP, on the other hand, had a decent sense of humor that atleast made the class a little bit fun.

Physics class was almost equivalent to one full hour's sleep. With 4 different lecturers teaching different topics, it couldn't have been more confusing and boring. While on one side, it was the burnt Bonda going at snail's pace in Optics, there was the Rajdhani Express rushing through the other part of the syllabus. And then, there was the chirkut who filled in the bits and pieces of the leftover lessons. And then there was the Punjabi munda redefining Quantum physics in a way that would make Einstein hang himself. Everybody used to try really hard to stay awake in the class but when it came to Bonda's class, it was impossible. One afternoon, after a sumptuous lunch, we were sitting in Bonda's class. While half the wickets were down, Puttu was sleeping with his head on his desk as though he was being beheaded. Bonda, spotting this, called out -- "Hey you! Last bencher. Get up." Sameer nudged Puttu in the sides and Puttu woke up with a start. Bonda demanded -- "Whay are yhou shleeping in dha class? Whaat is yhour phaather?". This is one thing we never got to know. What does his father have to do with this? You don't attend the class, he wants to know about your father. You skip the lab, he wants to know about your father. :S Anyways, Puttu got up and said " I have a headache sir.". And the Bonda replied -- " Yhou must be hyappy man. Yhou have a head!" ( we highly doubted whether the Bonda had one :P). And then he looked at me and Sameer and said -- " Don't sit with him. He whill spoil yhou guys also." :D

MES was taught by the ever Sarcastic lecturer whose name I won't take here as he is my uncle's friend. :D I still remember the day when he made fun of Santosh Paradi ( I think) in the class while giving away internal marks. He kept on singing "Doni saagali munde hogali.." in the class showing Paradi's Splash Lubricator drawing. 

Workshop was fun. Only bad thing that happened to me was after my first welding session. I never used the protective masks and stuff that were given to us and did all the herogiri in the workshop. At around 2 in the night, I was screaming " I am blind! I am blind! I can't see anything! " and had scared my parents too. My eyes were bloodshot red and I was not able to open them until it was dark around. It took me almost a week to recover from that. Sheet metal lab was always a laugh for us because we had that chotu lab instructor squeaking "Baalu! Baalu!" all the time in the lab for something or the other. Once, he gave Sameer to complete a half done circle joint in one of our sessions. An hour later, we see him screaming at Sameer, "En ree neevu! Circle joint shape maadri andra job kuttgi ne kattrisbitteeralla! Ella waste iddera nodri neevu!". Sameer had actually chopped off the semi circular portion of the job that was supposed to fit into another iron piece with a similar groove. :)

If we were in college and not in class, the only place we were to be found was the sports room. TT, carom were routine. While everyone rushed to the bakery and canteen during the 10 o clock break, we used to run to the sports room. Singles, Doubles, Three on each side, Round robin, we've played it all. Everyday, we had to fight. Puttu, with his never ending Gandhis, and Sameer with his strange smashes, both refusing to vacate the slots when they lose. 

Saturdays, it was Nuggikeri day for the whole college. While the hostelites went in the college bus, we three used to go on either sameer's Kawasaki Ninja ( Kinetic Honda) or Puttu's Hayabusa (Bajaj scooter) or sometimes both. Starting Sameer's Kinetic used to take a decent amount of effort because it needed a minimum of 15 kicks to start. Puttu, had this unusual habit of shouting at any person who used to block his way when he was riding and never once used the horn on his scooter I believe. And as per him, he used to get confused between the brakes and the clutch in the scooter. That explains why I was sent flying off the scooter once in Gandhinagar area when I was sitting behind Puttu on his scooter. In the middle of the road, I was sitting with a bleeding knee and palm, while a classmate of mine from PU ran up to me. I was under the impression that he was going to help me get up when he questioned -- "Hey! Heard your CET ranking was 200 odd? And you took E&C seat in SDM?". Geez.. I so wanted to kill that guy.!

Exams, the less I talk about them, the better. The best part of the exams getting over was, we could play cricket throughout the day! Starting from 7 in the morning, (yes! 7. I never woke up to study at 7!) going on up to 11 and then an evening session on Sameer's terrace. If not cricket, it was Wrestling. Monday-RAW, Tuesday-Smackdown, Wednesday-Afterburn, Thursday-Bottomline, Friday-Heat. We had to watch all the shows even though they were repeat telecasts. 

Six months had passed in a blur and we were already a semester through in Engineering. :)