Monday, 6 June 2016

END UP WITH ENGINEERING EFFORTS


I put up all my efforts now …
I got my valor and strength to grab up an opportunity to be an engineer…
Oh my! The circuits and networks and the Norton Thevenin theorem…
The mathematical expressions to fill up in the brain and then all it to disappear…
Maybe the future provides a good engineer or may be not but the mentor always make it a point that an engineer could only be a good engineer and rest are not to appear…
I hate up now for I need to know where the teacher is and where is my mentor??


It has been a year that I realized that my qualification is now to be an engineer. Engineering does mean something… It means to put your efforts to know the art of building up. I did build up now…Yes I did…I build up stresses, tensions, a horror of getting backlog due to shortages and exams at doorstep every time…I am an engineer now. An engineer of thoughts after all…I now know how to burn up switches, how to sleep on drawing board and how to run out of the time. Rules make me now like to be in class early, to return books within a week, to make up the attendance even if you are very Ill... You have to come otherwise SHORTAGE. You can only provide a reasonable justification…What about a death certificate????
You have to respect, agree and be mum otherwise you could be failed. They say knowledge is vision, light, power, enlightment and a destiny. Engineering gave me a modified knowledge. I got a blurred vision, diffused bulb of light,de-enlightment,no power and a dismay.



Give us some time now and really give us our life back….
Why do I want my childhood back…Why???
For I had my mentors then…Who knew me and never did I got overburdened…
They made me then and I made them proud at times..
I miss them. I miss my mentor...




I now think engineering as part of my life. I measure, analyze and at time figure out. I now know how to measure troubles in life, distance of roads, stars in sky and to measure words in the word measurement. I analyze now, analyzing the psychics…and now I know how to figure out.I figure out the frustrations….This is all the ART OF BEING AN ENGINEER…


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