college life part 3

Now as the starting days passed away ,the cruelsome and hard world fell on us, its not easy to be engginnere,first semester papers came and they seemed as tough as boards ,and new term that was introduced to us by our seniors was "back"..wats that i thought ....than came the explanation that in engg. college teachers are a little more merciful and humane ,student who are not able to clear their paper in first attempt are allowed to reappear and are said to have got "back" which is a little less humilating than calling them as failed or you can say in technical college "fail" becomes a synonym of "back","quite techie " i thought ...And many students who really got back in their first sem explained their parents that as they were not able to score very good marks in their first attemp so they will be giving a special paper called as "back paper" so that they can improve on their previous score !and the best part of it is " back papers are entirely their choice its not by compulsion"..Amazing.....Sometimes i really think that "parents "are the most simple people or they overlook their children faults and accept the things as explained to them by someone closest to heart ,that is why bonding between parent and their child is defined stonger than BENZENE bonding( mere ko bas itni hi chemistry aati hai ,is se jayada strong bond hota ho to replace kar dena)........and as far as my story goes ..i came across another good friend saurabh ..now this was a guy who was a complete bookworm ..now me with a studious guy Amazed! as i never studied much but only the needful so just before a week before the exams i knocked his doors and finally with his help was able to score decent grades(now their is a very funny incident after all this that i will only disclose if later in my life i will write my autobiography),but as semester passed we really became very good friends , and now it was like we couldnot really study if we were not on the same desk before the exams(galat mat samajhna yaar it was entirely studies).....are bhaut aage chala gaya REWINDDDDDDDDDDDDDD................................in first semester i decided to rent a flat with some of my new friends instead of going to hostel as i was really pissed of my hostel life which i had been living since i was in 6th standard....and it was not easy..but so was the life in the rented flat ..full of worries and dirt....

college life part 2

Illusion is the right word and bit later i realized that it was all a fallacy ,real word is different , i will come to this real world later friends..but as i entered the college gate ,my first day...and than i met one of my seniors ..."oye party main aaya hai kya top button khula kaise hai",as i wasnt used to such type of tone i looked at him"kya be necche dekh . Eyes on your third button"he spoke in censure way.And me and my friend were only pantomiming.Actually that guy was half of my size ,i thought "itna bol raha hai ,khud ka to shirt ka teesra button tak khula hua hai,aur size main aadaha hai"..oh i forgot to tell you about my first friend in college mishraji actually his full name was too long so i called him by his sirname and now i am in my last year and i can guarrantee that not even best of his friends know his full name .He is famously known as mishraji .We both were almost opposite he was calm , very simple too straight (hey i mean straight forward... poora to pada karo)and very gentle..nahi nahi aap log galat mat samjhe...even i was not a hooligan but i am a huge guy not gentle all the times but know how to tackle people in different situation ,,you can call me a bit diplomatic because even i can not hurt people ,,but cannot either keep eveyone happy at a same time so i have to be a bit diplomatic.Ok than my first day and my first class i looked at my surroundings very tidy very neat (so were the girls )..than came a senior in our class ..we all looked like a shoal terrified ,,we stood up and wished him together "good morning sir" aor phir woh surur ho gaya "from tommorow no jeans ,formal dress for boys "and than a sweet voice interrupted that was a girl ,our senior ..she was in a shipshape condition " all girls will be in suits no jeans and tops"she said .and than suddenly a teacher entered the class.She entered the class and as she saw the seniors she shrewdly aasked them "Wat you guys are doin here"."Mam actually one of my cousin is in this batch i came to meet him"said the siren senior and than out of my utter amazement she pointed at me .Teacher looked at me and i gently smiled back and noddingly said yes.All my batchmates looked at me and i felt like a simian.Class got over and now was the time to make new friends.Just than a pencil dropped behind my chair and than like twinkle of bell a sweet sound went in my ear flaps" excuse me. can you please pickup that pencil for me".I looked back like a shyster ,she was pretty "obviously i will do that for you" and i gave her the pencil.I grade my self as a person with looks a bit better than a average person and with a tall built the most impressive thing about me is that i dont have sleazy nature , and to add on that i luckily got slected for Mr.fresher so i became a known face, and finaly got the chance to make many friends(however the greater no. was that of girls and i would call that human nature rather male nature).And during the Mr.fresher comptetion i made another good friend and now he is one of my closest buddies Tushar .A short highted but a smart person ,with his looks as well as with his talks.Together we made a great combo and made many common friends raggin days got over and with them gone were the days of masti and fun...............

begining.......

.............and here goes the long story (but all the time that passed by really seems very short today).Doing my class 12th from modern school b.k road ... every time those test came i thought when will this school life get over and this feeling of mine reached its peak when i was going to appear for my 12th exams(however they seems to be very simple now and this is something i keep on telling my younger buddies), that feeling of hatred kept on growing big and big ,each hour seeemed to be ticking hard close in my ears and ever second seemed to be shouting near my ear drums(nahi chodoonga aise)and than that idiotic sound slowly vanished away laughing on my sallow face.kab khatam hoga yaar ....Than slowly steadily that time passed and finally my exams got over ,now again tough moments came......wait for the boards result ,actually this is the only parameter in our country that is used to judge an individual..Result bhi aagaya.......... thik thak ...jo ki bas itna signify kar saka ki "abhi ladka bigra nahi hai mehant karega to acha karlega"...and than came the bigggest question 12th to ho gayi ab kya karna hai.....dosto ka phone aaya ...relatives se discussion hua and than first time in my life came a technical word"engeenering "aur us word ke baat to there was a clad of such technical words.Anyways started prepration..Socha tha ki yeh akhri bar hoga ...let me work hard once more and than COLLEGE LIFE ...........matlab MASTI MASTI MASTI..i never knew that these word will turn out to be DHOKA DHOKA DHOKA, filled few forms and than finally got a call from " JAAYPEE INSTITUTE OF INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY" vaise lemme tell you its a deemed university ,and it has done well in past few years(NOTE: no discussion about the above given fact,, i am the author and i have the privelage to mention that ).Aisa nahi hai ki i didnot get selected for other college but this was the college where i first went for the counselling, and i got the right branch and finally got the ADMISSION ....i was so happy to be in a college and thought that the tough times are over now moto of my life has changed to "Eating , playing ,sleeping and masti"...and the bonus that i will be gettting with these words are "GIRLS"....HA ..HA ...