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Connect... semester 7.. that is 7/8ths(5.79 in dB for those with a techie bent of mind) of engineering life down... the drain. Ill be the first to admit, I am into engineering because my friends are here. I am doing engineering because i can do it... I'm good at it ( an 8 + gpa should be enough evidence) not because i love to understand the mechanics behind a control valve or by studying the probabilistic model of a phone link termination. For all i care this phone link termination is her banging the phone on my face(Jesus, I'm so into this that i almost ended up typing 'phase') . I wont sit and revel about the mysteries of the reverse linking signalling tone at 200ms frequency, as some would like to read the situation. For me the reverse link signalling tone spells three words "She is angry" and how.
Sorry, i was wavering there...again... Sorry..ya back..so what i was saying...oh what was i saying anyways? i tend to say a lot of things. walking on one leg has become a habit, with the other firmly in my mouth.
Then why is this post called connect? well...something very mundane happened to me... And this incident connected me to what i do. let me paint you the picture... its 2 in the night... the mosquito repellent has a colloquial and very Indian disease Loose connection. ( funny that's the Indian diagnosis for all consumer appliance failure and the remedy is thrashing it.)
All said and done, i thrashed it. I was not being an ass..i was just...well..being Indian.
The wiring conked and i found myself trying to rewire the entire device in the dead of the night with a kitchen scissor for a wire-stripper. Several scratches and cuts later, the curtain on the repellent was lowered. I plugged it in and there it was. Shining in its own glory ( or in the reflected glory of the argon tube light if you may). It was right there in my room for ages and it never looked more alive. It was the most beautiful thing. NOT the device. But the satisfaction.
THE CONNECT.
Look... i know I'm not an engineer worth my salt. Hell, in six months time id want to be called a Graduate in Telecomm engineering. It heaps far less pressure than calling yourself a "telecomm engineer". so as i said this was no big deal. But now i see the beauty to this wonderful wonderful sphere of education.
Its like a doctor saving lives. A banker saving millions in taxes. A dancer performing on Broadway. All trained professionals. All trained to kick butt. And there i was with the repellent in one hand, a scissor in another and a smile on my face. Hardly as impressive but none the less, looking forward to a 'well deserved' pest free nights sleep.
Engineering, sometimes gets lost in the cliche wars with MBBS. its more than just one half of the alternatives that a HSC sci. pass out has.
Ladies and gentlemen.... its a way of life.
Me and engineering.
And the twain shall meet.
As i rack my brains for an end to this tripe. i really cant help but wonder...
Engi-near yet so far.
Touche.
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
- Mark Twain.
1. To join or fasten together.
2. To associate or consider as related: no reason to connect the two events.
Connect... semester 7.. that is 7/8ths(5.79 in dB for those with a techie bent of mind) of engineering life down... the drain. Ill be the first to admit, I am into engineering because my friends are here. I am doing engineering because i can do it... I'm good at it ( an 8 + gpa should be enough evidence) not because i love to understand the mechanics behind a control valve or by studying the probabilistic model of a phone link termination. For all i care this phone link termination is her banging the phone on my face(Jesus, I'm so into this that i almost ended up typing 'phase') . I wont sit and revel about the mysteries of the reverse linking signalling tone at 200ms frequency, as some would like to read the situation. For me the reverse link signalling tone spells three words "She is angry" and how.
Sorry, i was wavering there...again... Sorry..ya back..so what i was saying...oh what was i saying anyways? i tend to say a lot of things. walking on one leg has become a habit, with the other firmly in my mouth.
Then why is this post called connect? well...something very mundane happened to me... And this incident connected me to what i do. let me paint you the picture... its 2 in the night... the mosquito repellent has a colloquial and very Indian disease Loose connection. ( funny that's the Indian diagnosis for all consumer appliance failure and the remedy is thrashing it.)
All said and done, i thrashed it. I was not being an ass..i was just...well..being Indian.
The wiring conked and i found myself trying to rewire the entire device in the dead of the night with a kitchen scissor for a wire-stripper. Several scratches and cuts later, the curtain on the repellent was lowered. I plugged it in and there it was. Shining in its own glory ( or in the reflected glory of the argon tube light if you may). It was right there in my room for ages and it never looked more alive. It was the most beautiful thing. NOT the device. But the satisfaction.
THE CONNECT.
Look... i know I'm not an engineer worth my salt. Hell, in six months time id want to be called a Graduate in Telecomm engineering. It heaps far less pressure than calling yourself a "telecomm engineer". so as i said this was no big deal. But now i see the beauty to this wonderful wonderful sphere of education.
Its like a doctor saving lives. A banker saving millions in taxes. A dancer performing on Broadway. All trained professionals. All trained to kick butt. And there i was with the repellent in one hand, a scissor in another and a smile on my face. Hardly as impressive but none the less, looking forward to a 'well deserved' pest free nights sleep.
Engineering, sometimes gets lost in the cliche wars with MBBS. its more than just one half of the alternatives that a HSC sci. pass out has.
Ladies and gentlemen.... its a way of life.
Me and engineering.
And the twain shall meet.
As i rack my brains for an end to this tripe. i really cant help but wonder...
Engi-near yet so far.
Touche.
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
- Mark Twain.
