My travels to Hell and back

A campus far far away from the city. Really far away. Bang in the middle of nowhere. Hell, we could be Courage The Cowardly Dog's neighbour. Go ahead, try locating us on Google Earth. Hint - look for smoky grey cloud not too far from Yelahanka, which emanates from the smokers-hut opposite our college. The way to our college - the Doddabalapur Highway, resembles the track from Death Race, you know, with all the accidents, car-wrecks and everything. The public transport system along the road is crappy, with only one bloody bus route, route 285 - jam packed with people all across the spectrum.    Its worse than most heavy metal concerts.Crowds pushing you every which way and ever so ready to lynch, so many heads around all you that all you see is a sea of black, unrecognizable food articles lying all over the floor, people pushing you ever so violently to make it to the front and get off the bus (See Moshing in Wikipedia) and finally when its your turn to get off people barging in without any consideration, brutally elbowing their way in, yeah, Route 285 has got its own Wall Of Death. Go ahead and Google Wall of Death (just in case http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wall+of+death). Yeah, uh huh, heavy metal concerts though surprisingly similar, are a complete push over compared to Route 285. Once outside the bus you look at the sheer volume of people it carries on each and every trip. Its at these times that you tend to marvel Tata's engines begin to respect this industrial giant and their R&D division.

Okay, so you've braved Route 285 and reached the stop right outside college. You notice what looks like some sort of prehistoric swamp. Civilization for us is the Photocopy shop outside college. Then again, considering our location having power throughout the day is something to be thankful for. You step out of the bus wondering where to go. You walk past an entrance similar to the one in Jurassic Park. Walking a little bit ahead, you see the dome shaped guard house and decide to walk in. The guard stops you demanding for ID card. Yes, my college unfortunately is among the many targets of terrorists around the world. You turn back and walk through the other entrance. No one stops you. A bloody Abram tank could pass through this particular entrance and the guards about twenty feet away, manning the main entrance wouldn't notice. So much for security.

 Once inside the campus you walk past a slum where construction workers live, for around five minutes. You tend to notice that the college is kinda small. Not much space for whiling away doing absolutely nothing after bunking classes. You see three buildings. The college buildings. Most of us walk towards the main building, it being where most the branches are supposed to be located. This alternative way into the college is something of an off-roader's dream track. As in a really bad dream. Bad bad dream. You'd think rally cars have a tough time navigating through the muddy path filled with large puddles, pit-holes, what seem to be quicksands, assorted gigantic plants sprouting out of the ground right out of nowhere, like I said - Jurassic Park. Well its a short walk, so you suck it up. Walking into the main building, you'll notice two pictures, one of the great Sir M. Visvesvaraya and the other of our founder. It then occurs to you that no one has known what the expansion of the initials in his name are, and it will continue to remain a secret lost forever to the sands of time. Chuckling, you walk towards the lift to reach the classroom. Yeah, this is how on an average day I get my arse to class, just so that I can lug it back home after getting screwed over by every other lecturer. Ah, how fun college life is!