PDP – Playing Dangerous Pranks – Part II

Posted: March 9, 2011 by Jinkchak in RVCE, RVCE CSE

Click here if you haven’t read the first part yet.



Date: 8/3/2011

Time: 0900 hours

Location: Outside RVCE CSE

There was not a soul (from RVCE CSE) in sight, as I walked towards the department. Then, mysteriously, people started appearing out of nowhere. It was like an ambush! Anyway, I stopped in my tracks to count the number of people from RVCE CSE walking towards me.

As you might have guessed, there were around 20 people, counting both batches. This proved my theory that there existed an inverse relation between the “Number of students attending the PDP” and the “Number of days past the first day of the PDP”.

After gossiping for half an hour, we headed towards our respective classrooms. There were some students already seated in class, raising the total head count in our batch to around 20 (Not bad).

Discouraged by the sudden turn of events, our teacher was faced with this dilemma, “To continue, or not to continue. That is the question.”

And she took her own sweet time, figuring out the answer. Apparently, there was some kind of problem with her Toshiba Laptop, and for good reason too. Look at the picture below and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

When a keyboard doesn’t have a backspace key, something is bound to go wrong!

It wasn’t a problem for us anyway. Equipped with mobile phones, smart phones, music players, chips, newspapers, pens, pencils, cameras and other gadgets, it was just the beginning of our class party.

Five minutes later…

With different songs being played in different corners of the classroom, our ear drums were vibrating with completely remixed versions of popular songs. Coupled with the voices of students, this was worse than listening to Himesh Reshammiya’s songs at midnight!

Our small party almost came to an end only when the RVCE CSE HOD passed by our classroom. Many teachers came to count the number of students in my class. Somehow, news spread that the HOD was calling up students, urging them to attend the PDP. As time slowly crawled by, one of the students in our class received a call on his mobile phone.

As I mentioned earlier, we were in the midst of a party, so this guy (who we’ll call the Sentinel, for convenience) didn’t have any qualms about replying to the caller. This is how the conversation went, as reported by Isaac Asimov, who sometimes has a tendency to add masala to his reports.

“Hello! Who the hell is this?” shouted the Sentinel, at the top of his voice.

The caller replied, “Ei. Have some respect! I’m your HOD speaking!” (Boy, this sure was a nice way to begin a conversation with our HOD).

“Where are you? Why aren’t you attending the PDP?” asked the HOD.

“Sir! I am attending the PDP. I’m sitting in class right now,” replied the Sentinel.

“Hey! If you’re sitting in class, how come you’re talking on the mobile ph….” The sentinel didn’t hear the rest of it because he had cut off the call by this time. Phew! That was close!

(This conversation was reported by Isaac Asimov.)

The PDP Teachers

By this time, our teacher had decided the agenda for the day. We soon discovered that we would be working on our presentation skills. The award for the craziest activity goes to the activity in which groups of 4 students had to go on-stage and contort their faces to match either ‘a closed face’, ‘a neutral face’ or ‘an open face’. After a few laughs, it was time for (at that time) the last presentation before the break.

The last presentation dealt with “Communication”, and it was wonderful, I tell ya. The presentation also included a competition in which the winners would take home an unbelievable prize (or so, the presenters had us believe). Ok! No rewards for guessing that the reward was “Orbit Chewing Gum”.

It was now time for lunch. We just upped and disappeared. Whoosh! After lunch, we were faced with a dilemma. “To attend or not to attend. That was the question.”

After changing our minds at least a dozen times in the next twenty minutes, we came to the conclusion that we hadn’t come to a conclusion. Me? Well, I couldn’t be bothered too much, for, you see, I was still eating!

Finally, without any further thought, those who didn’t want to attend didn’t attend…and those who wanted to attend….well, attended. Need I say more?

I preferred the former school of thought, and so, after bidding farewell to my fellow shipmates, I left on my long voyage! Little did I know that things would never be the same again!


Time: 1548 hours

Location: Outside RVCE CSE

I was informed by a reliable source (Isaac Asimov) about the change in events. According to him, the PDP teachers had given up hope, and had cancelled the rest of the programme. They had also chucked the idea of calling up our parents.


Time: 1600 hours

Location: Outside RVCE CSE

Later that day, at precisely 1600 hours, I received a mail (that confirmed what my source had said) from the Placement Coordinator of RVCE CSE, which read:

Dear students,

4th sem classes will go on as per schedule from 9th march as PDP got over by 8th March itself. Absentees on 7th and 8th will have to explain the reason for remaining absent. Classes will start as usual from 9th march.

Vinay hegde
…Staff Placement co-ordinator
CSE, Department.

The Happy-Happy Boy wasn’t too pleased with the way this letter had been constructed. According to the Happy-Happy Boy, the body of the letter should have been like this:

“PDP for tomorrow has been cancelled, regular classes from tomorrow, absentees must explain to me”…


The En………………………….WAIT! THIS AIN’T THE END! You ain’t seen nothing yet…

To be continued in “PDP – Playing Dangerous Pranks – Part III”

Stay Tuned!


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