We returned to Delhi. A few days were there for college to start. I had bought a lot of stuff in the holidays, mainly tees. Finally the 2nd semester started. There was something new to notice in the class. All the girls were looking prettier(counting only those who were pretty before).It was a good time pass,suddenly,a number of makeovers(in the traditional guy language ,sab “maal” ban ke aayin thhi).The records needed to be updated(sexiest & beautiful girls only, nerds were still the same…(refer to part—1 for more)).It was our physics cycle, I was finding it more interesting than chemistry cycle, although it had difficult subjects. Don’t have much to write about the subjects,oh yes,I didn’t make notebooks for any subject except EG.But I still managed to pass all the papers…thanks to xerox notes of my friends & a BIG thanks to the “akka”(meaning lady in kannada) in the Shiva xerox shop(I still have to pay them 17 bucks).How can I forget about ma’am Sujata.She was the reason that our maths lectures suddenly became interesting. Our classroom seemed like a battle sky, with all the paper planes landing near ma’am Sujata.The best part was when ma’am used to squeal (her voice used to freak out the ear drums) & scold us, she used to say” who throwed the rocket”(believe me after the scolding a few more planes took off to fly the friendly sky of section L).I was once caught. My friend, Vaibhav, aimed at ma’am, but, it crashed on my head (on the first bench).I decided I would do the rest for vaibhav,I threw it towards the board & it landed in her feet. She had seen me. She threatened to cancel all my attendance for the sem,but then bluffer in me never goes down, I just kept on insisting that it was not me.Ma’am didn’t agree, but, my section co-ordinator(NNK sir) was my saviour for the day.

We had EG (Engineering Graphics),it was the most difficult subject for that semester. I was miserable in graphics. All I did in graphics classes was just copy the positions of all arcs & points from Kartik & Akansha(thanks to both of you).only god knew how I was to pass the subject, no ,perhaps one more person Mr. Potty knew (don’t laugh at the name,i know it’s shitty,but,he is only a little lesser than god as far as EG is concerned, I passed because of him only, thank you sir).This was EG.
Time to tell you about the Goan curry…We (myself, my friends Appan & Sanidhya) visited Goa on Republic day holiday.Since it was Goa, we did a lot of bakchodi (i know that you know what it means) apart from the usual.It was another memorable trip that I won’t forget for the rest of my life. I hadn’t informed home, travelled ticketless on train in the general compartment, drove in Goa on a rented maruti, slept on the railway platform, etc(might sound creepy to you, but I had fun).we visited our friends in BITS Goa. It was a nice get together. We had the time of our life on the beaches, looking forward to visiting Goa again.

I had to visit home in the middle of the semester ,there was no particular reason just that we had few half days,many other people were going,and then flight tickets came cheap. It wouldn’t have been possible without the daredevilry of a true friend,Saim.It was Saim bhai who gave proxies for me,had it not been him,I would have got ordi(i.e. repeat the subject during holidays).I don’t know how do I thank you Saim bhai.
My birthday was luckily during the holidays, I was saved from those brutal birthday bumps (man they kick the hell out of you),but that didn’t mean that my birthday treat was also saved. I have a very large friend circle, so I had to give 3 birthday treats in all(man this time they kicked the hell out of my wallet).I enjoyed all the parties, I also apologise to my friends whom I couldn’t invite,I am sorry guys.

It was the last few days that I was to spend in 5th & 6th block, what I now consider the best hostels in MIT. One thing i disliked about these blocks was that there were too many thefts. I had a jeans, few pairs of socks & few jockeys stolen (ya.. they stole those used ones too).But overall, these hostels were very good,I hated them in the beginning,but had adapted really well later on.
This time…
This sem was over very quickly…unlike the first sem when we almost died waiting for it end. Results came..I had done well considering the amount i studied…I had crossed 8.
Some more things can be written, but I have to watch Two and a half Men…

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).

ARRIVAL IN MANIPAL

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).

1st DAY AT COLLEGE

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.

MY CLASS

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

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.

1st SESSIONAL EXAMS

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..

some of us forever may weep
during our lonely sleep
thinking that MJ wont be again ever
and that your music will play on forever.

you gave the treasures of many kind
the moonwalk & wonderful music you leave behind
sad though , but it is true
jacko , no one in the world can matchup with you.

I pray to the one far above
that your soul in peace may rest
& you are the one we all still love
we’ll meet you in eternity as god’s guest.

–Aamir
dedicated to the king of pop
MJ ..RIP
on behalf of all fans..

and one day I called on your cell
I just wanted to talk forever…
thinking that our friendship would gel
& wouldn’t break ever.

and now,

days have gone since we met
was it all that our friendship could get?
I never wanted you out of my life, I swear
coz for you I still care….

I still meet you in my dreams
lovely was your company for me,now it seems…..

-Aamir

at many doors…..

i have lost hope…

but there is always scope……………….

-Aamir

drive away all my fears,
and with your caring hand,
wipe from my face,
all the tears.

take me by the hand,
because you are the only one,
throughout this land.

friend,
I need you,
I can’t stand alone,
in my world that has grown so cold,
I need your hand to hold,
as your gentle touch will make me bold.

please…
be my friend
&
hold my hand day by day,
‘coz with your loving hand in mine,
we’ll find the way…………….

-Aamir
(dedicated to all my friends)

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The film also won all four of the Golden Globe Awards it was nominated for, including Best Drama Film; five of the six Critics’ Choice Awards for which it was nominated; and seven of the eleven BAFTA Awards for which it was nominated, including Best Film.

I don’t regard myself as an excellent student. If I were, I wouldn’t have to study very hard just to earn good grades. But I am not the nerdy type either. I wanted to attend college because I knew that it was my only chance to have a better life,so that i can serve my family.

Its been close to 8 months now & what a time it has been for me.I have had a lot of fun,made friends,but it is the hostel life that I’ll miss the most when I pass out after 4 years,hopefully(unless I have a few backs!!!).

My experiences have been a mixed bag,there have been positive feelings & a few frustrating ones too.
I have had unforgettable moments & a few forgetful ones like ragging.Well now that I have mentioned it I should tell you that I ragged my room mate when I met him for the first time.I pretended to be a second year guy.I asked him to stand on a chair,made him take off his tee & told him to introduce himself in Hindi.
It was fun & I laugh like anything once I remember that incident.

I’ve done some of the craziest things of my life in college.Once I got very late for the class that I had to brush my teeth in the main college building.
Another thing can be that I have gone on many trips to places like Goa without informing anyone at home.

The important part of my college, studies, should also be mentioned.Sadly my first semester results have not been very good.I hope to improve it this semester & believe me,I am sitting on the first bench for the last 3 days.
come the sessional exam & all hell breaks lose.Most of my friends & of course me too ,have a sleepless week & then I wonder why don’t I study before hand??
But there are things that I hate about my college like paying fine and attending the morning classes.sometimes it becomes very hectic.
I’ve started going to gym & learn swimming,2 things that I was thinking for a very long time but somehow couldn’t materialise it.

In the college,I have been exposed to many vices but thankfully I am able to control myself.I just remember about my parents,specially my mother before doing anything.But one thing is sure that college has made me a responsible person.Its been fairly good the way I have managed my expenses,balanced my studies &  had fun.

I also think that after coming to college,I believe,I have transformed as an individual.I have started thinking about the people around me & if there is anyway that I could help them.Its kind of strange because earlier on I was a carefree guy who would rarely think about people he doesn’t know,but now I do &
now I value emotions more than I did before.I dont know why,perhaps because I have been bereaved of home.

It will be sad to leave this place behind.so far, College has taught me so much about living independently and putting yourself out there to meet people. I’m afraid of the real world, but I just have to take the lessons I learned in college with me.

I have to spend 3 more precious years here & at last i pray to god that i finish the race easily,I dont know how,but I surely will…..

Although,this one time negligence provides relief for a short period, but the long term cosequences are severe
& they tend to become severe day by day………..

This is one of the reasons why living consciously can be so difficult,because our natural tendency to avoid the things which cause us discomfort,continually creates barriers, which block the path to a more responsible and conscious life.

Therefore in order to live consciously a person must be filled with an enormous amount of enthusiasm,self discipline,inner strength so that they can cross all barriers and awaken the true potential that lies within them.

Remember,
it is only when you are able to accept the reality,whether good or bad,without trying to ignore it,will you be able to live a more purposeful and conscious life.