The College candy –part 1
16th July 2008,I still remember the date when I first went to college.
Today, it’s the same except that 8 has changed to 9 & with that change a lot of things have changed including me. Change is good & sometimes bad too, I think I will not be willing to lose the few readers of my blog by discussing about changes took place in me. Instead, it would be better to share about the eventful year of my life-the first year of my college life.
I’ll start from the very beginning the day. I left my home for MIT (money PAL hehe),(OK i’ll try stopping those lame jokes, but its difficult you see) & go on till the end of my first year.. Don’t know myself how many parts I will write.
Enough of that shit.
It was 14th July 2008,I had my reservation on rajdhani express. It freaked me out when someone told me that it will arrive at udupi the next day sometime in the evening (it took 30 hours on India’s fastest train). My family members were there to see me off, the train departed & I was at the gate waving at them. It was a very sad moment (this was the first time that I was leaving home),I could see tears in my mother’s eyes.
I was feeling miserable on the train, there were many others going to manipal, but it was the sight of my mother in tears that kept me haunting for the whole journey.I was sinking into myself, I was cursing myself that why didn’t I study harder & got a college in Delhi itself. My eyes ran across the compartment, there was a family & 2 students, both Manipal bound.I was in no mood to talk & was just looking outside as the train caught pace.I fell asleep.
After sometime,the waiter woke me up for giving the lunch, I was full & refused him.I was feeling a sense of responsibility, a kind of burden maybe,I kept thinking about how will I cope up at a completely new place ,so far away from home. On the whole ,the journey was very boring & tiring too.I got down at all major stations & called up home & said just one thing “ammi ,mann nai lag raha zara bhi”(mother,I am not liking this one bit).
The next day I got down at udupi.It was raining, I hired an auto to my hostel,5th block.I reached the hostel & went straight to the loo(was a massive piss that one).After that I went to the room allotted to me (room no.218,became famous in the later months,mostly because of LAN gaming courtesy my roomie).I read a few prayers before entering the room & believe me they weren’t answered.My room was small & on top of that I had to share it also.(any freshers reading this,my sincere suggestion to you,forget the home luxury).
I unpacked my things & started arranging them(I’ve always sucked at keeping my room clean,my roomie would know better).It was night time & I was hunting for food as I hadn’t eaten much during the journey.I went to the mess of my hostel,Aditya mess.(freshers forget home food, u’ll have to adapt to this).The food was pathetic.
There were a few guys who were on the train with me.Tushar (who later became famous as “mamaji”) was my first friend in MIT.We explored the place for sometime & then went back to the hostel.
It was a rule that all students must return to their hostels before the perm time,9 p.m.(we kicked ass of this perm thingy later on… as the days passed).The hostel was practically empty that time.Mama ,me & a few other guys were chatting .It was 3 o’clock n I had just had a taste of what hostel life is all about.I went off to sleep.
The next day went quickly, I bought necessities ,a Sim card.The phone number was sexy (has 4 zero’s,easy to remember).
The day had arrived, it was the orientation day for newcomers,my first day in college.I went for a bath & as expected,I had to queue up. I decided that meanwhile I can shave (I hate shaving).I was given a very nice washroom gift by someone who was rushing to the toilet to shit (he shoved me on his way & I was left with a bleeding cheek).I still remember that he said sorry to me & I replied “its O.K”,but that was what I had said,I wanted to say “ sorry ke bachhe ,m**%&(@ , bh(&^$#*” …………(a mention concerning his sis n mum).I had to rush to my room for the cream.
At last, I was ready & went to college.the college building was awesome.We had a small opening ceremony & a series of boring speeches.(the director had to spoil the day ,he told us that our sessional exam was 4 weeks away).I mean we had only reached there…& exam..
Another fear that had my heart pounding was ragging,I was ragged by a few senior girls (all girlfriends of people whom I knew in school).The details of ragging which took place at my school friend’s flat are interesting but it is not the appropriate platform to discuss them.Ragging was fun overall.I enjoyed it very much,specially when I was the one who took it.Yes,since freshers were not acquainted,me & mama became students of 3rd year mechanical.We used to make people stand on chairs & introduce themselves in Hindi.I did this 3-4 times ,but then I stopped,thinking that it can get me beaten black n blue later ,when they find the truth.
As the classes started ,the place suddenly became populous.There was a lot of variety…variety of…(all guys know what).My class (section L comp science) had as many as 80 students.In the first week,all I did was look out for sexiest girl (all guys of L secn would know who),beautiful girl (guys of L secn divided),nerds (guys like me of secn L not interested in this category).We had some typical profs ,but one,a swami ji ,an IIT Kanpur passout,who taught us”ethics”.
Days went by.
Hostel life was disturbing in the beginning,but all the rough edges were smoothed later on.Gaming was an obsession for so many guys,not me though (we were given laptops by the college).We all used to chat till early mornings about various things like the college, about each other & also about each other’s crushes .A very hilarious moment was when the power supply went off.Each one of us had our views to express about Mr Pabla.We shouted slogans at the top of our voices.I gave a slogan too..but again not the correct platform to tell you in detail.Did I tell you about my roomie?? He’s called Pavan.I told my father over the phone that he was a free ship holder(rank 84 in manipal).My father gave all that inspiring stuff to me & told me to look at pavan for inspiration,But,whenever I look at pavan,its perspiration not inspiration & I am reminded of the demand draft that I submitted as college fees.I think that how life would have been if I was a free ship holder & papa didn’t know that I am having the time of my life with all the money.
Then came those “player hater” sessionals.I really don’t want to recall that BET exam.I was well versed with all that was taught in the class.I had done most of the things during my entrance preparations.I wanted to have a good start in the subject,I wasted a whole notebook practicing BET.The reason I say waste is because I scored a humiliating 4 out of 20.I had kicked open the hostel door ,the latch had broken & pavan was furious.I don’t want to write more on this one.
This was routine now.We had sessionals every month.Well,I did manage to improve in BET later on.Another thing that took place was that it was the first ever time I had celebrated eid away from my family.It was good,although, I missed home badly.We had a feast at a rich businessman’s house,in the masjid (mosque),at a senior’s place.The very next day we went to jog falls….amazing place.It is said to be the largest waterfall of India.It was difficult trekking there , I had cut my feet & it was bleeding a lot.
The time was running fast now.End semester exams were approaching.The examination time is when we all start to procrastinate our studies,maybe just for some extra sleep…in my case.
The exams went fine,not very good.I believed that I could do better,I had done much better in the past.We all headed home after a long period of 5 months or so.
It was just a great feeling going home.But inside me I had thoughts about this new place, I was thinking that I am not doing well enough over here.I thought that I hadn’t settled as yet & that things were not going the way I wanted them to.
In the holidays,I had a lot of fun at home.My mother was worried to see that I had lost 8 kilos.I used to meet up with my friends almost daily.My result was declared,my GPA 8.12.I celebrated my birthday with some friends.
A big surprise was awaiting me .
More in part—2..
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