DIARY SPEAKS ABOUT CEE....BEFORE & AFTER....

SAM’s Diary, 30th may 2008, 8:30 pm
"The DCE-CEE is tomorrow and I am sweating profusely. I look above at the almighty and then realisation dawns on me; the damn fan is not working. I pick up a broomstick and attack the fan with it.
Few minutes later I am back to studying. Everyone has told me that this is the most important exam for a Delhiite. With IIT being a false hope and AIEEE a mockery, CEE is my only chance of becoming an engineer. I open the last few, unused pages of HC Verma and start scribbling on it.
Curse You Newton!!!"

SKS’ Diary,31st May 2008,10 am
"I checked the seat number list posted outside the civil block and saw that I was supposed to sit in some room called Edusat. All the other rooms began with something like 'TW...’; I checked my room again and saw only 'EDU...'; no room number!!... We finally entered the block and I looked around for some kind of help to locate my room. People who looked like professors were as clueless as me. My heart pounded wildly and my nerves became ....well...nervous. I asked some people around and they directed me to many directions. Soon I was running along the corridors searching for the elusive room, EDUSAT. Most of the people were settled in their respective rooms by then and the crowd in the corridors was thinning. I still hadn't found my room. Luckily just then I overheard some people enquiring about the location of EDUSAT and I followed them. Soon we were joined by few more worried people. Fortunately we met a gentleman on our frantic search and he very kindly took us to EDUSAT...whew!!!....I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked my lucky stars.
The exam began 10 minutes later."

SAM’s Diary,5th June 2008,3:15 pm
"The days look as dreary as ever and the nights loom out in unforgettable irony. My IIT result had me down in tears and the extended list did nothing to ease me. I was confident of my DCE exam and yet doubt seemed to seep through me.
"One two buckle my shoe', 'a pocket full of rye’,’ destination Unknown', Agatha Christie is my only refuge as I read frantically through her novels. Murder seems to be the only thing on my mind as the results of the many entrance exams come out."

SKS’ Diary,The Day Result Was Out
"I had been haunting the DCE and NSIT websites and forums for a week now, waiting for my result with dread and anticipation. Soon enough someone informed me that the result was out...finally!!!...But alas, I had shifted to Chandigarh, and the result was put up on the colleges' notice boards!!!...I called up my relatives in Delhi to find out the result. My uncle went to NSIT, checked the result, and called me.
Yippee!!!...rank 312!
BUT will I get the branch of my choice???...The CEE counseling was faaaar away...after the counseling of all respectable colleges got over. I hung around the forums with a vengeance now, and pursued previous years' admission lists.
I kept my fingers crossed.

SAM’s Diary,Three Days After CEE Result Is Declared.
"The net does not show any result and yet my friends call me up to congratulate me. Is this a joke?? I have already invested in NIFT and AIEEE for a net loss of ...a lot of money. My dad calls me up from the office to convey the news, the CEE result is out and it has been for the past 3 days.
"3 DAYS???" I scream in wild disbelief.
"Where???"
"On the notice board"
“The Notice board?” Well that is so cool. No news, nothing; just quietly stick some papers on the board and be done.
I see how well it has been working.
I rush with my mother on a rickshaw to NS(h)IT, there was a great push and struggle for the view of the notice board. I finally manage to push my way inside and then I faint.
2 seconds........
5 seconds....
10 seconds.....
I regain my consciousness.
I am selected. All hail the Notice Board!

1st Aug 2008
MAIN COLLEGE AA GAYI HOON.......

26 mar 2009
MAIN COLLEGE KYUN AAYI?????

SAMridhi, 1st yr, ECE & SaKShi Yadav, 1st yr, ECE

ROADIES –AN ANECDOTE OF GUST AND GRIT

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