A dummies Guide to RIT Glossary !!

I have endevoured to fish out most of the lingo which is very much RIT ishtyle.There may be some which I may have missed out,please to add them in the list.

AD : Acad Block,A place to sit and chat at the Gol Chakkar.Mostly after any lectures you can spot the guys lazing in front of AD.The place was a hot bed for all the activities,especially after exams.

AAGI : :It referred to any source of fire especially to light a cigarette,bidi,chillam et al.Usualy a burning splinter of coal,wood from mess kitchen served as the source of fire.

Baja:Referred to any source of music like Tape Player or CD player.

Bhujiya:An edible fried dish containing potatoes,onions and fried using already used up oil.

Chat: derogatory :A depressingly boring psycopath who would bore you to death with his never ending whinning talks.Usualy avoided.

Chitta:An inocuous looking peice of paper passed around in exam hall containing the answer to question.The font size is microscopic and illegible.

Dabba: Reffered to the tin box used to ferry in and out of campus.The best dabba was the 1o clock dabba:-)

Doodh Patti: A concoction of Excessive milk powder in water ,some sugar and overused Tea Leaves.

G: One letter for Grass,Dope,Ganja . Very popular among college guys.

Gach: A very carefree ,tensionless youth of college.

Gachiya:Chit chats in college lingo.

Kela : The expression used to express disappointment when things do not go as per plan. Usage:Kela ho Gaya !!

Khakhor: The drained state , mind is in as a result of a chaat's talks.

Load: Another word for Stress ,Tension.Load is inversely propotional to number of days left for the exams.

Mathiya: A colloq. expression to just forget it !!

Maal: A very beautiful girl .Seldom used inside campus.

Mastram: A must for all the colleges.Very poor print and illustrations but a jolly good read

Party: A term which can be used for a person or a group of people. Usage:Kya party kaisa hai ?

Phyllum: Grouping of people hailing from same region,caste,area, et al.

G Phyllum: A Group of senior citizens of batch , g(ji) had to be suffixed to their name while addressing them. Useless Bunch of A***les.


Sutta: A RIT slang for a cigarrette. Origin Unknown.

Tanaks: Callibration to measure the Degree of beauty of Maal.

Third Button: A must for fresher batch so that they do not recognize the Senior trashing them while they keep looking at third button of their shirts.


The list is still evolving.Just thought to publish the first version.

Goa

And then there was Light!!!!

I sometimes think of how heaven would be, "A blinding place of light" - as so many have said, which I believe must be true. But I think about a place of blinding light and the first thing that comes to my mind is the volleyball court of Down Hostel. If you have ever had the chance of coming out of the entrance of Hostel 'H' on the way to dinner and had a chance to just look towards the volleyball court fully ablaze with blinding light - it would seem like something too good to be true. I used to often stand out side the hostel enjoying a cigarette after dinner - just watching this place and it used to warm the deepest corners of my heart.

It was a very special place for me - A place that in all sense imbibed equality because you did not have to be a pro at the game to enter the court, you were always welcome to play however less you knew. I know of so many people who have improved their game there. In the peak hours of the evening the place used to be crowded, I even managed to count a huge number of 34 people in the court once. Even though the game was insignificant then, it was the enthu and the sharing which was noticeable here.

I remember an incident some time during the late half of our final year, as usual after basketball we were all moving back to the hostel to have our food, but we ended up on the bench between E Hostel and the volleyball court. I remember two three people who were there at that time Saurabh Mathur, Vivek Vikas, Satsang, Chongba and me of course I believe there were others too but at this moment my memory fails me. I do not remember how but Mathur had a guitar with him and we all ended up playing the most favourite song of my final year the one from KK's album - "Yaaron Dosti badee hi haseen hai" - the song was a crowd puller, we all joined in and at that time I somehow felt connected to all the people and the place. It was a very moving experience for me.

After the booze parties at Brindavan people used to frequent the volleyball court on the way back to their hostels. I am sure each one of us has been there at some point of time in an eternal state of bliss (in short drunk). We all remember Roshan Khadka from Nepal - well he used to create a scene after getting drunk. Once he cried so long and hard in the volleyball court itself saying that we would all leave him and go away after we finished college. Although at that time it seemed funny, now that I think of it I am amazed at the way RIT had totally bound us all so strongly that even a person from another country could not bear to be separated from this place and felt so deeply for it.

The best part of the evenings used to be when the lights would go on and then once again I used to be able to witness a place which seemed to me to be heaven and I have often repeated to myself this phrase at these moments - "And then there was Light"

~ Prabhu

First Confrontation with the 94 Batch

Meeting old friends still gives me a greater pleasure than having an old french wine.
I went to Mumbai on the Makar Sankranti weekend to spend time with some long lost friends.
After picking up Sumit K Jha (the nepali batsman) and one of my Adityapur friends, We went to SPJAIN college of Management to meet Lalit Pareek, the same scholarly guy who used to sit for long hours in the library with one of the toppers of our batch (in LOOKS department), Satsang Randhelia, Basketbaal freak and another topper of our Batch, and Vimala, who can take lectures on the survival techniques in male dominated society. We managed to meet the former two.
Lodhi celebration was on when we reached the SPJ campus. The students were celebrating Lodhi with great fervor. Future Managers dancing around the bonfire clad in ethnic clothes reminded me of the bonfire in our college days. It was so different for the simple fact that there was abundance of girls dancing along with the equal number of guys and yeah; in One group.

After doing some talking and leg pulling we succumbed to the the inevitable, “Talking about College days”.
Saggy had an interesting thing to share. The event goes back to the inception of our college life. Some GACCH people from our Batch, namely Saggy, Sappal, Bhusan, Rishi etc had good fun during the early ragging period era. The audacious group would go to SUDHA dairy to get a glimpse of any female or similar looking creature and have the few pleasantries Sudha Dairy offered.

During their initial endeavors Saggy and Rishi were caught @ Sudha by the 94 Batch. The others i.e. the blessed souls did not turn up for reasons unknown.
The seniors took Saggy and Rishi in the jungle beside the down hostel. They accompanied the seniors oblivious of what was gonna befall. It was scary going thru that jungle though it was far from dense. The scantily lit college premises hardly promised any help for the poor souls. In some time they reached the end of the jungle which faces the kharkai river. It would be callous to put details of all that happened thereafter. They were made to slap each other as hard as they can, strip butt naked, go to their hostel naked etc etc. It was even more dangerous to plead and ask the seniors to return their clothes coz their mind could come up with things more innovative, troublesome, hurtful and offensive. Saggy and Rishi decided to leave before the seniors changed their mind and started walking with hesitant steps towards the UP hostel.
Inundated with embarrassment they were unable to think of anything, they knew that on their way and upon reaching the hostel they are gonna be laughed upon by the crazy, and then alien crowd. Some holy spirit passed over the seniors heads and they called the Ma#$^&* 97 batch back. The clothes were returned and Rishi and Saggy somehow managed to wear them all and run back to the hostel.
In the meantime the blessed souls were anxious and worried for the lost members. Quite like his nature, Saggy cooked up a different story and told the entire hostel. He told the rest of 97 how they bumped into the 94 Batch seniors who after taking their introduction took them to town and treated them with delectable food at some hotel. He did not forget to mention how good they made both of them feel and dropped them back to the UP hostel safe and sound.
All the gory details of ragging in an REC seemed false. People who by then had never thought of going to Sudha dairy started venturing. History repeated itself; Sappal and Bhusan were trapped in the hands of 94 Batch again. They had no better experience but could not cook any story and were left @ the mercy of the notorious 97 batch who demonstrated none. They were the laughing stock for days to come. The actual story of Saggy and Rishi’s first confrontation with the 94 batch was divulged during a Daroo session in the final year in one of the rooms of Down Hostel.
-Vicky

Rang De Basanti

The 7:10 PM show was houseful when I went to book the tickets for ‘Rang De Basanti’ @ 6:30 PM @ E Square.
Ultimately I booked the tickets for 8:15 show and managed a seat in the 3rd row from top.

The movie was good watch, extremely well directed by Rakeysh Mehra.
He is same guy who directed AKS which bombed at the Box office. Nontheless I was impressed with his work even then.

Mr. Mckinley met these extremely intrepid guys (Bhagat Singh, Azad, Bismil and Rajguru) during his service with the British police force and witnessed their hanging. He was so impressed with their valor and character that he wrote a diary on these extremists. His writing mentioned all the events related to these heroes in detail. McKinley’s grand daughter (Sue), a film maker, was obsessed with making a film on these heroes. She lands in India in search of the cast for her movie. She meets DJ, Karan, Laxman, Sukhi, Ajay and Aslam (Amir, Sidhartha, Atul kulkarni, Sharman Joshi, Madhavan, Kunal Kapoor) thru her friend Sonia (Soha Ali) and sees the characters of her movie coming alive in them.
Ajay is a fighter pilot and Sonia’s Boyfriend (Thank God he mentions that @ the start of the movie, I was a bit confused coz Sonia used to hug and get close to everyone in the group). The other four are college going brats except DJ who had passed out 5 years back but couldn’t leave the college for his love for friends and college and an inner fear of losing his identity outside the college. They are hardcore party animals totally disappointed with everything this country provides. They are also of belief that nothing can be changed in India and it would be the same for years to come. Ajay had a different opinion. He believed that every Indian was responsible for anything right or wrong happening in a country. ‘No Nation is prefect, it had to made perfect’ was his thought which others couldn’t buy. As opposed to Ajay, they had no passion for a free country which offered them nothing better than a dog’s life.

Amidst all this, the movie goes back to the lives and events of India’s freedom fighters and freedom movement at regular intervals connecting contemporary analogical events. This has been done beautifully in the movie. The background scores at these junctions in the movie pronounce the effects and generate that passionate feeling in the audience. The movie carries itself pretty well with the soundtrack that is not otherwise impressive but creates a good impact with the movie. After a few casual rehearsal sessions, the characters delve into the freedom fighters psyche and start producing impressive acting for Sue.

As the events unfolds, Ajay dies in a plane crash. The plane crashes due to some mechanical fault in the MIG. Defence Minister alleges Ajay to be an irresponsible and denies any bad or old parts being responsible for the crash. The fearsome foursome kill the Defence minister and admit it on AIR. Eventually they all get shot by the Black cat commandos in the AIR building.

The entire crew has done an impressive job. Amir is GAU (Good as usual), Atul Kulkarni produces fire and passion better than all the other people.
Sidhartha is cute and thoroughly stylish. He even kills his dad as he was involved in the MIG deal.

The movie is thought provoking and mocks at people like us who want to go to the US and lead a better life rather than improving things here.

A must see movie!!

-Vicky