On the eve of nw yr... i ws all alone thinking abt me,myself , my aspirations...(sounds philosophy na????) but seriously i found hell loat of differences that came into my life during last two yrs.
let me take you to tour of my life two years back and now...
lets start with day routine of a typical bakait (talkative) engineering college student who good at academics (But not great).
living in final yr hostel of a engineering college (college rated below IITs and RECs....though i am not amused with it)...so room is single seated room has a balcony which is facing to the road which is main route to galz hostel (a.k.a. Maal Ganga) and one more thing to add as being one of top 5 boys in class gotta seat as in this hostel as member of anti ragging squad among 1st yr students....so treated as God coz final yr tog bhagwan hota hai ...sabka baap...
So here goes my day...
Its 8:13 am in the morning and orpat alarm clock rings which gotta most irritating ring tone....
i wake half naked...(Chaddi and baniyan) and went to bathroom for susu...while returning i see a 1st yr bachcha (poor guy) ask him to arrange water for me (if its winter then hot water). wrapped towel wear T shirt and i come at my balcony while brushing my teeth.....wow 1st yr galz (naya maal)...wearing uniform which is compulsory for 1st yr....galz look simple seedhi saadi type.....well this image get changes in 2nd yr drastically.
now i have a class at 9 of one of the senior professor. i have to get ready ASAP....in my college the best thing is if u look shabby people suspect you to be bond...so we used to have torn jeans.....assembled slippers (Chappal) which usually are of different colors and sizes.....i run towards Lecture theatre (LT) meanwhile i passed some 1st yr bachcha party dressed smartly in uniform and ready for their 1 st lecture as well....skipped break fast (which is Aloo Parantha in most cases). On the ways to class some 2nd yr londas met and ask why r u running sir ji???
i reply " yaar late ho gaya....master g**d maar lega aaj." any how managed to reach at time...(till thinking abt my reply oHH!!! i forgot to tell you during our undergraduate course we also earn master degree in abusing language)
OK...out side LT we are wating for teacher and staring at galz....(though not that good but something is always better then nothing..) i gotta some clicks....(means aankhe chaar hona....)
cracked some obscene jokes and parody of any other batch mate...i am good at it?? thats why named as ch*****ra (intentionally used ** ) hey chalo chalo ganja aa gaya!!! someone shouted...
we went inside got most strategic position so that teacher cant see me and i can see all galz clearly...tried to understand concepts as after class i'll read revise all this only just before end semester exam.
sometime you get the concept some time not...anyways....class done....next calss is cancelled we went to nearest canteen which is more or less like a Jhopadi....well we get all our basic necessity like chai, maggi,bun,cigarette and buckchodi (fun talking).
after having breakfast there and discussing rape news in local hindi news paper we analysed latest rumour in college..asked canteenwalah to add my maggi into my account recieved weired look by him..as i have to pay my old debts as well....now somebody told next class is about to start .
My friend yelled "saale pada pada ke maar daalenge yaar" lekin every body wants to pass and get goos sessional and everyone has "padaku bachcha " inside him. so we went to class....attended by half sleeping came back for lunch. Had lunch which is PATHETIC as usual and often compared with shit...well i'm not in mood to attend lab session ...i'll go 1 hour late...but 'll go for sure coz of two reasons....
1)attendence
2)gotta gal in my project group ;)
after lab session m free...feel like God.....we usually have discussion outside hostel we gether and started buckchodi..... who is the escape goat today...might be that guy who caught dating yesterday.
people enjoying intruding into his personal life....me??? ohh i m leading this movement....
well its not our fault ...we never had date so its just utter frustration that made us Shiv Sainik..
So this crabs like nature owe minimal number of couples a our college....still some of the braves have their...
at 5 its tea time...which is Tea Time Manoranjan....the same buckchodi is now in full swing as some new chap joined this as stress buster but for us its worship....all final yr abusing like anyting...galz hardly visit campus shop at this time but some of them do....because of their love for comment count....they simply wanted to be commented .this might give them feeling of being galz....
The same scene continues till 6...after that ppl gether at their respective meeting rooms which is room of buckchod having PC full of movies,porn and video songs....
we fight over video song..porn and another discussion on galz,hot couple in college, teacher, sessional and some time career...
some are very pessimistic as they want to join any company other like me still think as they are made to rule the world...but inside myself i understand its just bolbachchan...
chatting and masti kills time smoothly suddenly we listen chaos as somebody has over boozed and now he is vomiting and abusing...his obvious targets are..
1) teacher , who has given him lowest marks in sessional in last semester
2)galz, in general coz they are destined to be abused
3)his compititor, who is his gal's close friend
4) finally, the guy who is trying to help him..(dunno why????)
well its just matter of time any one could be at the position of that guy.
after dinner its time to go to 1st yr chaps....who are generally studing ....as i entered all stood up... i am not in favor of ragging so i ask them to settle down...then ask about college ,process and success mantra in this collge....
I started my description of journey ..... projected myself as bond...never afraid of any thing...never studied even though gotta decent mark...(though its not true ...i almost cried when got low marks in 3rd semester and lost my merit scholarship).......
1st got convinced ...they refer me as Bond..... i tried to be humble and replied "are nahin yaar ..ho jaata hai...eish karo...."
then discussed galz in their class...new affair in their batch....after this marathon buckchodi...either some of my batch mates join our i go to them .....and continue till 2am....
1st yr get restless..because they have to go class next day.....i sensed the situation and finish off with some dialogue....
then went to my room looking at my course book i think i have wasted my precious time...tomarrow onwards i'll study hard....n get good marks...i prepare new time table...put it below pillow and go to sleep in same half naked state....
while lying on bed thinking about all the clicks i have made....each moment when a gal looked at me...whem someone praised me......
with these thoughts ...and lots of planning i go to sleep....ZZZZZZZ
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