To proudly insult our roommates, to consider them the test-dummy of our shitty life advice, to warp their surnames into funny sounds are all the green flags in an engineer's life and if you can relate to all this, your B.tech is going to be an awesome memory in your life too
Right from when our IIT coaching starts till I guess our B.tech final years, our happiness is inversely proportional to our roommate's grades. We convince all others of the fact that "tere marks to topper aa rae hai" and when reality hits, we drown together. The 3 people shivum, satyam and shubham have never let me feel bad on scoring bad marks, but it is real scary to enter my room if I get a good score even during sessionals.
We pretend not to care. Abusing each other is a balance that we create for the other times when we care too much. Yes, we sometimes do care too much and love pours out of our hearts like the chocolate lava pours out from a chocolate lava cake. So much so that, we are almost possessive of our room-mates and if a foreign entity insults our room-mate, he is as good as dead.
Oh, we know when our roommate needs to lie, to his new found friend. Of course bro, I understand! I understand because at the end of today, we have the same shitty landlord to deal with. It is not necessary for everyone we meet to understand the restrictions and the 'dealings' and other shit that our landlords give us. Roommates together handle this well
Our room-mate's parents arrive and we are the cutest shit, any Indian parent ever concieved, but this also gives their parents an excuse to deliver the killer "Dekho isse, kitna samajhdaar baccha hai, aur tumko dekho ghode jaise ho gaye ho aur kisi kaam ke nahi".
Then there is the "Gadhey uthh internal hai", "Gadhey uth external hai", "Gadhey uth concert hai", "Gadhey uth sunday hai chal wpis soo ja".
Then ofcourse there is the usual "OOey jo laa raha hai mere liea bhi le aiyo".
That is love in its purest form i guess
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