Ah, college. A time of learning, growth, and... the occasional epic fail. Today's tale transports us back to the final day of college for a group of friends whose project took a turn for the disastrously funny.
The Final Day - A College Project Gone Wrong
My phone wouldn't stop ringing. I was so tired, I could barely open my eyes. "K, where are you?" Dude's voice crackled through the line.
"I'm sleeping, Dude. What happened?"
"There's a problem. The project... the indexing jig..."
"It's with you, in your locker."
"It's not the same jig we made. The one Pujari got for us."
I sat up, suddenly awake. "What do you mean? Did it change its mind? Refuse to work? Catch the virus of betrayal that's going around college?"
"Something like that."
"You're not sober, are you? I told you not to smoke things you don't know."
"Just come to college, K. You'll see."
I sighed and got ready. This was supposed to be our last day of college. I put on my best white shirt and favorite jeans, staring at my reflection in the mirror. It was all ending today. The whole journey flashed before my eyes.
When I got to Dude's room, he and Sumit were staring at the floor like failed surgeons.
"What happened? Where's the project?"
Dude pulled out a big bag from his locker and placed it on the table. He opened it, and I was stunned. I stared at the thing inside, trying to figure out what it was.
"This is what I was talking about," Dude said.
"Is this the jig?"
"Yes," Sumit said.
"But how? What did you do to it? This isn't what I gave you."
"It got... kind of rusted," Dude mumbled.
"Kind of? It looks like a chameleon that touched the table and turned brown. I told you I'd keep it, but you..." I took a deep breath. "Does it still work?"
I tried to turn the front portion, but the indexing pin was stuck. I glared at Dude. He grabbed some coconut oil and poured it on the pin.
"I think this will work."
Sumit tried to pull the pin, but it slipped from his fingers.
"Great. First it wouldn't move, now it's slippery."
"What do we do?" Sumit asked.
"We have to present in thirty minutes. Let's just take it and say it got rusted due to the climate."
We went to the Automobile Engineering lab. Prof. Baviskar was there with an external invigilator who seemed to be in a hurry. We kept the jig hidden in the bag, hoping to avoid embarrassment.
"So, boys, what do you have here?" the external asked.
I took it out of the bag, and he shouted, "This isn't your project! It was presented at MIT College last year!" We all looked at each other, confused.
"Sir, it's ours. We made it," Dude said.
"Then tell me the diameter of this pin."
"2mm," Dude said.
The external turned to Sumit. "You tell me." Sumit was clueless.
"Okay, tell me the processes involved in making it."
None of us knew. Pujari had made it.
"I'm leaving if you don't confess," the external said, heading for the door. Dude and Sumit followed him. They spotted Pujari on the stairs.
"Swapnil! Swapnil!" they called.
I facepalmed, knowing this was about to get worse.
"Sir, this is the guy who made it for us," Sumit said.
"So, you make projects for students? Nice business," the external said to Pujari and walked away.
"Sir, I didn't..." Pujari didn't get a chance to explain.
It was a disaster. Our final day of college, and our project was a complete failure. We were humiliated, and Pujari was in trouble. It was a harsh lesson about honesty and taking responsibility for your work.
Share your own college project disaster stories in the comments below! We've all been there, and sometimes, laughter is the best medicine.
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