Confusion At Your Fingertips ...........🙄🤔

Have you ever used a needle to write, or a pen to sew? If not, congratulations—you are about to hear how.

Because that was Me and Engineering.

"Meow."

As always, Michan was there crying for food; meanwhile, I was seated here contemplating my entire life choices. A margin missed NEET, so B.Tech in CS was it. The classic assignment, right? That’s how I landed there.

"CS is the G.O.A.T. Study B.Tech and your life is settled!" Everyone said.

On what basis? And why CS? Nobody had answers, but everyone had advice.

Technically, like many, I was a pro at biology. I was honestly a little too proud of it—even in NEET, I scored a perfect mark in Bio. But Physics? Physics betrayed me. And now I have to carry that plot twist everywhere I go. (b/w my fault for slacking off)

 Uhh...

Eventually, as the initial shock settled, one truth remained: I might have started this journey using the wrong tool for the job, but I’m slowly learning how to use it anyway.

And what about college life? Like every normal human, I dreamed of moving miles away—living that legendary hostel life, fighting over mess food, and pretending to be independent.

But... 

Thanks to my super-intelligent parents, my college is literally a 5-minute walk from home. Zero escape.

At first, I was heartbroken. But then I heard my classmates complaining about terrible hostel food, water shortages, and brutal 2-hour bus commutes—and suddenly, my evil side flared up, walking home for lunch felt like a flex. Hee hee.. Relieved doesn't even cover it.

The transition, though? Absolutely traumatic. I went from 4 months of pure hibernation and eating straight into an orderly daily schedule. Nah, my body and soul were NOT built for that.

And don't even get me started on attendance. Attendance has officially ascended to god status in engineering. I heard that the 75% rule has been around forever, but right now it is asserting pure, unprovoked dominance over my life. Every period, every single day, counting percentages like a stock trader. At this rate, with all this daily panic, I'm going to end up as a patient in a hospital ward instead of the doctor I planned to be!

With a mountain of nervousness and heavy overthinking, I stepped through the college gate—feeling exactly like a kid being forced off to school on their very first day.

"Hello."

A calm voice sounded right next to my seat. Yep, that was the very first person I talked to.

And after that? Everything became a complete haze. Honestly, B.Tech isn't as bad as it seems at first—things start small, then boom: from 1 to 2 to 4, pure exponential math on the way! But that simple, peaceful "hello"? That was just the calm before the academic storm. 

Welcome to academics!

 Engineering Graphics. WTF even is that subject?! You're forced to rotate imaginary solids in 3D space, drawing lines inclined at impossible angles to invisible planes. I am officially cooked. Engineering Graphics is so terrifying that my lifelong enemy, Math, suddenly feels like my absolute best friend. At least Math uses numbers and not imaginary projections!

Next comes Introduction to Electrical and Electronics Engineering. Manageable, yet as a CS student, why should I even study this?

Are you joking? AICTE wants uniformity, but this is clearly bullshit. What am I, a walking joke?( my parents often mention that in b/w).But at least I am not alone.

The rest are at least fine(for now).

These subjects has made me officially cooked, so I abruptly stop the discussion regarding academics...

 Now that I'm sitting in class, I finally realise what it really is—and let me introduce you to the real main character of my story: Mr Confusion.

The first time I met Mr. Confusion in person, he gently roasted me. Then he grilled me. And right now? He is straight-up cooking me on high flame every single period!

Then came the subject of skills. Welcome to hell! The only certified skills I brought into college were introversion and extreme procrastination. People kept talking about programming and software development. Coding?! The only code sequence I ever knew was A, G, C, T! Now welcome to the roller coaster of life.

So, here I am. A biology enthusiast in Computer Science, an aspiring doctor turned engineering student, an introvert attempting to function in a new environment, and a human being who is slowly discovering that being good at school and understanding engineering are apparently two completely different qualifications.

So, what else could I do? Sit down and write a long, dramatic paragraph of regret? Nah, I have priorities. I don't have time to mourn my past when sem exams are hovering over my head like an impending apocalypse.

But hey, I'm still here. Still learning. Still overthinking. Still trying to figure out which end of the pen is supposed to save me.

So here is the Engineering Status Report 

CGPA: In progress.

Coding skills: Loading... 

Confidence: Network error.

Engineering Graphics: Officially cooked.

Mathematics: Surprisingly, my new best friend.

Attendance: My full-time supervisor.

Michan: Fed and back to sleep. The only one in this household with a stable life.

And me?

Still trying to figure out whether I chose engineering or engineering chose violence.