First week in college hostel

After continuous visit to Dean’s office and my tenacious efforts to prove him that I am the most deserving candidate for the hostel room, my veracity finally won the case for me after 6 months of continual pestering. I moved in in less than 8 hours of getting residence. My room was a cuboid (4*3*3)meters was just big enough to accommodate me. It had a study table ,a chair ,a book shelf and a wardrobe .I still can not understand the purpose of electronic bulb holder which was befitted in a way that it allowed only 30% of light to illuminate the room. Initially I wasn’t happy with it because it was increasing my carbon foot print on the planet but my anger vanished as I realized the ambience created by this bulb is tailor made for drinking and smoking up ,but was it installed keeping this purpose in mind .This is a mystery till date which no one cared to resolve neither the souls which thrived the rooms before us nor us. Study table was obsolete and it understood pretty soon that situation might not improve after looking at the book shelf which had everything but books. I was not the only one blessed with residence that day, other guy was kaustav. He became my Res buddy .Initially, though; he was very difficult for my sensibilities .He ate fish, consumed more than 20 cigarettes every night .He studied chemistry but can that give you liberty of talking about all the drugs available in the market with their detailed chemical structure ,desired and undesired consequences of having it. I never thought people like him exists in this part of world who does not have a thing for cricket, who does not think highly of bollywood and who think ROCK music is MUSIC .But we get used to things, don’t we? Everyone in the residence invariably warned me not to eat at SCIENCE DHABA which become NIGHT DHABA at night .As expected of my human nature I was more than eagerly waited for it to open ,which usually happened in the first week of 2nd term. I ate at night dhaba and completely loved it but couldn’t really understood what is that turns every RESI ( hosteller ) in zombies who after 9 pm could not help the compulsive desire to eat at dhaba .Taste less mess food obviously had a hand in the super success of dhaba .I heard long back that hunger improves taste of everything but can that make a hunger driven Zombie out of you. How, though, could a bunch of neurons, no matter how intricately organized, conspire to make you think about it all the time .This was just the beginning. I knew this place had more to offer ,I still had to learn what is it that differentiate between a resi and day scholar ,between a stephanian and a quarter stephanian

My First Visit To Library

winters were gone, it was so pleasant these days, I wonder if it could be better. Two terms are over we are into the last term of first year .Felt good I m an old guy in college now …but no one except us (fuchaas )did believe that….”Don’t You think something is wrong about college “….yes we said unanimously…College was loosing its sheen …janta started disappearing from Nescafe ,main corridor and arts dhaba . No one seems to have any idea of whats actually happening, we were in danger “Is it aliens who are doing it “. We had no idea but our brains were churning fast but like every time with no results. After almost an hour of brain storming exercise I saw Abhimanyu(nerd of the highest order )moving fast toward the bus stand but he always catches the bus at 1.20 pm , what is he doing till 4 pm in college . But because of his generous nature and firm belief in us he walked up to us to inform us about the current happening in college. And then what he said shook us real hard. Exams were not even 30 days away. Only one place can save me now and that is Library .
. .Library is my destination now ..i didn’t want to waste any time and went straight inside college but soon I realized that I don’t know where is this god damn library it took me half an hour to find the right place .

I was standing outside the door of library it looked like an haunted place I wanted to get in but my legs disagreed ….somehow I managed to put me inside the place it was an huge crematory of books .I was walking like a Neanderthal lost in New york city

Everything looked so strange so unfamiliar …it was an unexplored territory …i realized I don’t even know what exactly I m looking for …I pitied myself for all those classes that I missed and for rest in which I slept …I called up akshat don’t know why and he said something which was incomprehensible ,actually I was numb
…I looked around everyone was staring at me, may be coz I broke that deafening silence ..i made a sound that was more than half a decibel way above the acceptable limit at that place
…my nerves started dying ,my throat choked, light was depleting real fast, my heart beat collapsed ,I felt pukish. I managed to walk to the corner table,(it was so close and yet so far). I saw this man ,White medium height broad shoulders, I thought he will help
I said,” I am sick “

“I am a jew”..he replied

and started reading some book on Platonian Utopian Society. What a waste of time I thought .
…I started moving forward …I asked for science section to this man in long kurta ,his jeans which looked like an artifact gifted from his grand father to him and which even he didn’t washed ,not even once I bet
“It was stinking’.
I guess he read my expression and he gave me those fuck off you scienceee look…I was in no mood to stop either. I was on a mission and a very important one ,after struggling in that life less place for an hour I managed to find science section(phew that was hard work). I did not realize but it was just an start ,I started scrolling through shelves
.I took it to librarian.He asked me to give him my library card, now what the fuck is this ..i don’t have one.
”kahan se milega. “I asked

…”you get your card in first term now its impossible” he said. My heart sank …I can not take these books home …not that I felt bad coz I wanted to read them but coz my first visit to library failed …..

With a pile of 300 résumés on his desk and a need to pick someone quickly, my boss told me to make calls on the bottom 50 and toss the rest.
"Throw away 250 résumés?" I asked, shocked.
"What if the best candidates are in there?"
"You have a point," he said.
" But then again, I don't need people with bad luck here ."

My first class

Me:
i have always been a difficult guy to be with in college coz it was almost impossible for me not to get involved in the discussion s on universe ,religious bigotry ,human psyche n etc etc...(this is what my friends think.. da) though i never believed them ...i know once when i become difficult and that was when my teacher told me that parallel lines never meet(i cried)...i was devastated i wanted them to meet so badly..(lowers eyes,restraints sobs slightly chokes) but that is life ..i got my first lesson of life from a maths class.(flash back over)...coming back to college ,the place to discover a real you ..a learning curve , temple of education and place where you can have real fun...everythin is crap except the last thing abt college... everyone is just lookin for fun here even the professors..VIRAT can tell you more abt this as he was deeply touched by a male professor in first term of college ( pun intended) ...he got the first taste of life though it was bitter ...no girl told me its bitter...may be they thought its not imp..it is what intent that matters ..intent was there in all of us to study but somehow it just didnt happened ...as i entered in my first class in college i was disappointed,where the hell were all those hot galz running around in main corr and dhaba tree...i felt cheated ..that was the day i decided no more science for me ..but our education system doesn't allow it ..i was sitting on the last bench tryin hard to understand what the prof is saying a bookish shit sandwiched between sarchasm and american accent ...it was hittin hard ...i felt like soldier in the army..though thy are better atleast thy can die..and the shelling continued...i looked at my watch 37 min to go..what the hell i bought this piece 2 days back and it konked off ..but it was tikking ...i understood theory of relativity by einstien at that very moment ..time was running slow for me ...suddenly prof shouts breaking my day dreams .'when should voltage be high" HIGH?? did some one said high..i was irritated who the fuk are we to decide it..its voltage's choice .let the poor voltage decide ..35 min to go ...i started lookin around KAUSHAl was sleeping ...i envy this guy ,this fuker can sleep anywhere ,i didnt sleep in that class i thought it was morally wrong to sleep in the class(CRAPPPPPPPP) actually i thought there is somethin psychologically wrong with me , i just couldnt sleep ....i tried hard ...einstein theory was at it extreme best ...time almost stopped ..i felt as if prof's words are strangulating me ...10 min to go ...it took forevr to complete that class..i was confident that i can face anythin in the world now..i was ready to take on this challenge..i was determined to fight it out for the next three years, and suddenly someone introduced me to a very imp word in my college life 'BUNK' and rest is history .....................................................................................................................