PDP – Playing Dangerous Pranks – Part III

Posted: March 11, 2011 by Jinkchak in RVCE, RVCE CSE

Click here to read Part I

Click here to read Part II


Date: 9/3/2011

Time: 0845 hours

Location: RVCE Canteen

I entered the RVCE Campus. I hadn’t slept well due to the excitement (if I may call it that) of the previous day. At times like these, there’s nothing like a hot cup of coffee that can give one that necessary kick to get one’s senses out of “limbo” and back to reality.

And for this reason, I headed to the Canteen (the big one), and drank two cups of coffee. As I left the canteen, I happened to glance to the left of the entrance, and I received the shock of my life. They say, a lot can happen over a cup of coffee, but this was really too much.

There, sitting at a table, were two people who looked a lot like our PDP teachers. After careful observation, I came to the conclusion that they were, in fact, our PDP teachers – It took my drowsy mind about a couple of minutes to figure that out! Something wasn’t right…


Time: 0900 hours

Location: RVCE CSE

There was a certain tension in the atmosphere. The classroom was filled with students (who were eagerly waiting for normal classes to begin). People weren’t sure if normal classes would be held or whether the PDP would continue. Hence, the decibel levels in class were extremely high.

Fifteen Minutes later…

I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head. I caught a glimpse of white hair near the entrance of the classroom. The image unfurled before my eyes in slow motion. A moment later I could see the HOD’s head.

I was not the only one who had noticed this. The entire class became quiet, and Otto Shankar, thinking that this was a mobile raid, hid his mobile phone in a fold of his pant.

The HOD entered the room, and began pacing up and down. After a minute, he started lecturing to us about the importance of PDPs and about how the PDP would help us gain two credits. After giving us a lot of necessary as well as unnecessary details, he told us: “The PDP will continue as usual for the rest of the day”


Me? I was shattered!

With one sentence, the RVCE CSE HOD had rendered my recursive acronym of PDP (PDP Deleted Permanently), completely obsolete. He had Played a Dangerous Prank on me…yeah ME! After all that time I had spent, trying to come up with a good recursive acronym for PDP…. Well, it was good while it lasted!


Time: 0930 hours

Location: RVCE CSE

Otto Shankar and the rest of us moved to a different classroom. Our PDP teacher entered, smiling at students she had never seen before.

She reproached us for our absence the day before and the day before that. She said, “You must seize this opportunity. Never, in all my life, have I met a batch such as yours! After all, you’re college is paying Rs. 70,000 for this PDP and you all aren’t paying a single dime.” (No Comments)

She switched on her Toshiba Laptop (the one without a Backspace Key). After hitting it three times, she informed us about what we would be doing in the not too distant future.

As Otto Shankar looked at the PDP Teacher, a thought suddenly flashed across his mind. He rummaged through his bag. He scanned his surroundings. He searched the desks. Then a sudden realization dawned on him. He jumped up, and reached down to the last fold of his pant.

His Mobile Phone had disappeared! Now was the time to panic! He asked the teacher for permission to search for his phone outside the class. After she granted him permission, he searched and searched and searched, but to no avail.

Convinced that his phone was lost for good, Otto returned downtrodden to the class, where we were involved in an activity that included guiding a blind-folded person using commands. The objective of the game was to make the blind-folded person reach a certain number of checkpoints in 5 minutes, using verbal commands such as “Move left”, “Turn”, etc. Things would have been easy, but there was a small catch. The blind-folded person would be disqualified if he/she touched any obstacle (like tables, chairs, and later, the teacher’s dupatta). No team managed to pass all the checkpoints.

Meanwhile, Otto was really worried. His friends tried calling up his phone, but it kept ringing and ringing. Suddenly, all their efforts paid off. Someone picked up. This is how the conversation went:

“Hello……Yeah…you have my phone…can you return it?” (I could hear only one side of the conversation)

It was like History was repeating itself! A similar incident had occurred not too long ago, details of which can be found in the article “Values Lost…and Found” @ https://jinkchak.wordpress.com/2011/02/19/values-lost%E2%80%A6and-found/

Otto ran out of the class, as if it was a matter of life or death. A few minutes later, he returned, beaming. A student from RVCE CSE A had returned the phone to him. This was nothing short of miraculous, considering the fact that most phones lost almost always remain lost, if you know what I mean.

To celebrate this occasion, we played the same “Blind Game” again, but this time all teams had sound strategies in place, which allowed every team to win.


Time: 1400 hours

Location: RVCE CSE

After a long lunch of one and a half hours, we returned to the PDP. Our last activity required that each student talk for five minutes on any topic. The topics ranged from “Life in RVCE” and “Indian Politics” to “Anonymous and Onymous Blogs of RVCE CSE”. I learnt a lot of important lessons from this session, but most importantly, I learnt how to draw the Human Heart, and I also learnt how it functions! 😉

Too bad Otto Shankar missed all the fun. Wait! Did I forget to mention that he had left the class? No? Ok. I’ll tell you now. A while ago, Otto found out that he had lost his phone (again…yes AGAIN). Two times on the same day – Heights of Craziness! Someone was really Playing Dangerous Pranks on him during this PDP!

After tracing back his steps for the next hour or so, Otto finally recovered his lost phone (incredible, ain’t it?) in the parking lot of RVCE. It was laying face-down in the sand. Only, this time the rear panel of his phone was missing. Either some useless person was collecting rear-panels for his/her phone rear-panel collection OR The Moirae (The Fates) wanted to teach Otto a proper lesson! Whatever it was, Otto was certainly lucky to recover his phone twice on the same day, albeit without its rear panel.

Meanwhile, the rest of us had finished our last activity of the PDP. After a short conversation with ® 3G ! /\/ @, it was time to part ways…

Somehow, I’m kind of sad that it’s over. Everything said and done, this is an experience I’ll remember for a very long time…

Well! I guess that brings me to the ….WAIT FOR IT….END of the PDP Saga! I’m not kidding! I won’t be Playing any more Dangerous Pranks on you…yeah YOU!

  1. […] The number of cherishable moments in class is too damn high to recall. Sleeping, eating, sleeping, watching movies, sleeping, having philosophical discussions, sleeping, listening to music, sleeping, taking photos, acting as audience to unforeseen debates between teachers and the debating guy of our class, and last but not least, sometimes actually listening to lectures either to collect more proverbs or to understand the subject (when the lecturer happened to be one who made the subject so much more interesting than the aforementioned activities, like the professor here: Rashtreeya Vidyalaya College of Engineering: Who is your favorite lecturer at RVCE? And why?) were some of the extra-curricular activities performed within the four walls of every classroom that we graced with our presence, semester after semester. And how we Played Dangerous Pranks during PDPs – PDP Trilogy! […]

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