The batch strength was 72, and though many faces have faded from memory over the years, those three years together shaped us in ways we still cherish.
First Hostel Fears
Hostel life was exciting, but also intimidating. Ragging stories were everywhere, and one night I became a victim. Seniors called us to their room, asked for introductions, and then demanded I sing or dance. At first I refused, but they were adamant. Finally, I did a few moves I had learned in my degree college, and they let me go. That night taught me courage — the fear of ragging faded, and hostel life slowly became home.
Life in the Hostel
The hostel was more than just a place to stay — it was a world of its own. Friends like Seena (Sreenivas from Davanagere), Pradi (Pradeep H P from Bhadravati), and Thirtha (Thirthesh from Tarikere) often joined us in our room, sometimes staying overnight without the warden’s knowledge.
We had two messes — one serving South Indian style meals, the other North Indian. We wandered between them freely, often bringing friends along without paying extra. The servers never complained; instead, they treated us with kindness, urging us to eat more like mothers feeding their children. That warmth made hostel life unforgettable.
Academics & Faculty
Our HOD’s name I cannot recall, but his presence was unforgettable. A very strict person, he never allowed us to linger near the notice board chatting, never permitted roaming freely in the campus, and strictly forbade talking with girls of our class or others. Trips were out of the question — he often repeated a cautionary tale: “Once a few MCA students went on a trip with a full case of beer, and some accident happened. Since then, no trips allowed.” His scoldings were sharp, often calling us “Useless fellows.”
Alongside him, Geeta Madam, Jyothi Madam, Shashikala Madam, Harish Sir, Adarsh Sir, and Irshad Sir guided us through the MCA curriculum. Exams were a mix of excitement and anxiety. VTU had a reputation for tough surprises, and one paper nearly shattered dreams — but scraping through with 37 marks turned into a victory, and distinction was achieved.
Unit tests, lab exams, and the rhythm of internal marks became part of our daily grind. Yet, beyond the academics, the bond with classmates and faculty made the journey meaningful.
Cherished Events & Trips
Traditional Day, Tie & Saree Day, and other celebrations brought color to our college life. Trips added adventure — Madikeri in the 3rd semester with the boys, singing Mungaru Male, and Murdeshwar in the 5th semester with the whole class. Each journey strengthened friendships and created stories we still recall.
Internship & Farewell
The final semester took us into companies for internships, where we prepared reports and faced the real world. On the last day, we exchanged opinion books filled with heartfelt notes. That farewell marked the end of our MCA journey in 2009.
20 Years Later
Today, two decades have passed. Many of us are settled across different places, living diverse lives. A WhatsApp group of 29 members keeps us nominally connected, though interaction is rare. Faces have changed, and some are hard to recognize at reunions. Yet, the memories of hostel nights, mess lunches, exams, trips, and friendships remain etched in our hearts.
Closing Note
BIET MCA‑2006 was not just an academic course — it was a chapter of life filled with friendship, discipline, resilience, and unforgettable experiences. Twenty years later, we look back with gratitude and nostalgia, knowing those days shaped who we are today.
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