“Ouch! that hurts you b****” screamed the 0.5mm pencil as the lead broke, that Ratan was using to draw the full imperial sheet in his 1st year Engineering degree in some college in Mumbai, India. The tight study schedule even after his SSC exams leading to the gruesome CET (the entrance test) he had managed to grab a seat for Mechanical Engineering close to his home in Mumbai itself. If you wondering if even the pencil can swear, yes, just to make you realize, theres no one in engineering who does not learn to swear !!
This introduction would go on for miles, lets just snap to the evening where a swarm of to-be engineers are packed in a room to complete the term assignments. Lets find out what are they trying to speak about themselves: When I said “they” it means the instruments speaking at a non-audible to human voice. Our special off the shelf state of art microphone did manage to pick a couple of their conversations.
Scale:Arrey chya maila! Laavli tyaane parat pencil majhya angaashii !! Ti pencil laavun laavun purna kaala karun taaklay mala ! Fair and handsome lavaychi vel aali.. (in Marathi, it says Oh god! he has again put that pencil again to my body !! Has completely turned my body black, its time to use Fair & lovely)
Pencil: Dude, you ain’t alone in the lot! This is the only time in the year when I am remembered or else I keep changing owners every now and then over the entire year, before I am left isolated in the corner of the room behind the cupboard. I am simply of no importance except for this time around. My arms go red in those clutches of those new breed of engineers !
Scale: Yeah, I know! Each year these budding engineers step on to our lives to clear the papers and then forget us in the run.. why do you need new instruments every year?? Can’t we be like that Protractor who is sitting so quietly like he is enjoying his retired life !!
Protractor: Chill Dudes! We all form the people in the same boat – only that I am not used much because the Compass helps me do half my work.. Oops here comes his hand towards me.. Back to work for me too!
While hearing all this conversation with his already bruised body, he finally speaks up, Eraser: You guys are still lucky, I just tend to erase those wrong lines drawn now and then and end up giving my body parts to it, slowly ending my life in the waste paper basket! I am always tossed from here n there and you never know which hands I would end my day in!
Pencil: Yeah, we all end up losing parts of our body and these instruments finally breaking into two, someone who is lucky might be the Pen himself – like this China Pen here, it seems he was a pride gift from his father when he got through to this college here! No one seems to be troubling him much.
Finally breaking his silence, Pen: I might be the last one to be thrown and my life may be more but you haven’t seen me run like crazy on those theory papers! These engineers just tend to write so much I sometimes wonder if those examiners are really worried about whats scribbled! And even a small mistake by me – the worst punishment I get is being thrown away in anger! These students then say I am unlucky and wont use me ever.
This conversation was broken by a big thud on the room door and all friends including Ratan were just startled! It was none other than Pushkar who had bought some tasty bhurji-pav for all of them from the nearest tapri… Break.. to be continued…