The first year had been one heck of a year for Aryan. From nine in the late dawn to the five in the late afternoon, the freshers were put through intense schedule encompassing classes and laboratories. Over and above, there are periodic assignments and timely quizzes.
Aryan remembers, on the very first day at college, An Asst. Professor appeared in the frame, he was not too old but old enough, aged in near forties. Skinny and standing at six-foot tall wearing UV protected eyeglasses, they had the appearance of being three to four years old with a weak metal frame; gives an impression of the prof having a hypermetric sight. He clothed himself in neatly removed creases from the full sleeve gray colored shirt, decently handcuffed, tucked professionally with a normal leather belt hung in the recently stitched light colored black trouser. Needs no explicit mention, the polished shoe shimmering like the glittering stars. In the right hand, he carried dustless chalks and in the other there were odd number of loose sheets written in ink, pinned with a paper holder, it looks as though are the notes for the lecture. He knocked on the glass door standing at the doorway, in a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he sounded out loud – “good morning class”. All the tutees were very excited too and everyone replied earnestly on a high pitch – “good morning professor”.
“So, I am Asst. Prof. Vittorio, Automobile engineering, have been teaching here for a long time now. It is good and indeed a great pleasure to see such fresh talents. I can understand how arduous it was for you, all through your high schooling to make it on the up and up. Delighted to see lots of happy faces. I wholeheartedly welcome you to the University and brace yourself for an unforgettable journey” He said in a sweet voice.
“So should we start our first class,” the prof said while he erased the previous lecture content written on the blackboard.
“Nope,” response came out in amalgamation.
“Okay,” he came back on them and started to write on the chalkboard. He described the content while in the midst of writing, “So class, you have four months for each semester… ”
The professor who sounded simpatico few minutes back was suddenly turning out to deliver an acerbic speech. Metaphorically, his intention was to vouchsafe a prezzie, a denizen with no amenities and entertainment. He declared an off for the class later after delivering his objectives for the rest of the course and the conduct of the students inside the class. Thenceforward, it all set the ball rolling for Aryan.
He had finished his freshman year with a GPA less than the par for the course. His Rota contained only attending gigs in the nights, watch sci-fi movies, scoot and vamoose from the class, race on the weekends. For over a year and half since his joining at the college, he was encircled with the same activities.
After a certain length of time in his sophomore, something nominally has changed him in the winter break. He truly felt to refrain from doing the extreme racing challenges and in fact he tried to keep up with his notion to see a change in himself by focusing more on his interests, Automotive Engineering. But he couldn’t see fair-to-middling pay-off in his Mid-Term. Yet he kept with his stratagem. As the time passed by, he was then at the end of the sophomore year joisting himself to face the Final-Term.
“Aryan, guess what bloke, a challenge up in a couple of days, look here is the description of the event and cash prize” Jenny handed over Aryan a red colored pamphlet with the heading – “CHALLENGE,RACE and WIN”, the event name, written in informal roman, highlighted with a high contrast relatively with the background, “prizes worth $2000”, the prize money for the race, is star boxed, with italicized text placed at the top right corner, very picturesque enough to grab the reader’s attention.
“Sorry, Jenny. You know we have finals coming up the next week. I haven’t been doing anything much after midterms, I don’t want to flunk badly this time. Don’t pressurize me, we have done enough ratings until yesterday. Hadn’t we?” Aryan said in response to jenny inquiry.
“What Aryan? Enough races till yesterday? Do you remember the last race we had? Buddy, wake up. Our last challenge was a week before midterm, we have, and in total did only 5 races, that too in the starting of this semester. Despite with the effective powertrain of the car, we lost 3 of them. Argh! Lose! After that very trounce, we were lost outta of our true jive. No cars, No fun, No entertainment” Jenny exclaimed.
“What so ever, we are not going to do this” Aryan simply rejected Jenny’s emotions even though he tend to care for him.
“You have changed Aryan, you are not who you were. You are changing to be a what? A meticulous and a fastidious student with some incredible intelligence to change the stature of this university with your new strategic, heedful research and pernickety inventions in the field of your interest. Oh, wait, what I was saying? I mean, what I just spoke? Am I sounding out words?” – Jenny inane screaming like a four-year-old kid refreshed Aryan’s deep thoughts on the workout plan.
“I am sorry again jenny, now if you don’t mind and excuse me, ‘I need some Rest, some Peace’ before I start on my workout plan”, Aryan said with a smirked face looking at Jenny while he walked straight down the hall towards the door to motion his hands to the exit. “Alright boy, Rest in Peace,” Jenny said in a monotone and slammed the door against him soon after he left the room.
Power and Pelf 