Friday, April 6, 2012

Fantasy-tic Goa

"GOA" had always been a dream for me. AAhhhh!!!! Ordinary looking words na? But this is how I could best explain my anxiety.

This Goa trip became possible after we (with 'we' i mean to say we five friends) got 7000 rs. as refund from our generous college.With 5 friends, 7,000 got its multiplier '5' which took our sum of money to 35,000.With the proper guidance of 'Google Baba' we arrived to the conclusion that Goa is pretty much possible with the resources we have.

We reserved our tickets in a sleeper coach of Sampark Kranti Express.Shopping didn't turned out to be a headache this time.With bags packed,shoe tightened and we were all set for a 'Fantasy-tic Goa Experience'.

Our lovely train gave us a smooth ride as we got our snacks,tea,biscuits at proper times and fellow passengers were as good as 'us' (Were we really good? Yes,might be.). After a journey of 22 odd hours,we finally reached 'Thivim' (a small but favorite landing station for goa tourists). We managed to get a taxi from Thivim. Drivers there are not 'Bakbak' types contrary to the drivers in Jaipur.The driver of our taxi seemed to be a misanthrope and talked just enough to satisfy the demand of our questions which were expecting a better response. What i think is 'most of goan people are like him but still they are sweet' :) .

We got a proper place to stay.It was an apartment with rent which we could easily afford.After spending an hour or so in apartment we left for 'Kalangute Beach' (among the most famous beaches of goa).By getting us on goan roads we felt like, this place belongs to somewhere else but not to India as there were nearly 5 foreigners for every Indian.

Calangute Beach - (also known as 'Queens of beaches')




For the first time my eyes witnessed a beach and a gigantic gorgeous sea.Waves were as calm as my mind and was staining my feet as i walked along the shore.Wet sand just acts as a catalyst for the kind of pleasure i was having.We spent around 3 hours there and believe me,those hours were the shortest three hours of my entire life.

Glimpses of those 3 hours :-


Relaxing on Beach 'Jhoola Chair'(This is what i call it).It was free! free! free!


Beach Chair - People pay 150 rs./hour for using it for sun basking
We enjoyed it for free after sunset. :-D







Good bye Calangute


We left calangute after all those moments.

At the end of the day our body got completely tired.We fueled it by having a good diet and headed directly to our apartment.

Day - 2   

We woke up at around 11.00 a.m.Few morning formalities and then we sat for our first breakfast in goa that came in the form of Tea, 'Gobhi Ke Paranthe' and 'Dahi' at the restaurant nearby.


Morning Moments


After our breakfast we decided to grab 'activas on rent' so as to wander more freely in Goa.We hired 3 scooters and left for 'Baga Beach'.


'Baga Beach' is famous for watersports like para-sailing,Jet ride,Banana ride etc. and that's why has a majority of Indian Tourists.
  

Baga Live - Sometimes crowd just adds to fun

 The most busiest beach of Goa and a hit among Indian Tourist.Watersports is all it dedicated to and thus missing any watersport was contradictory with our wish list.

Gearing Up for a Ride
  
Here's Banana Ride - SCARY? Yes it was.

The concept of banana ride is unique.We sat on a tube (has shape like banana).That tube then tied to a motorboat with the help of a rope.That motorboat took the banana with us and flipped it in the middle of sea.We sat on it again and the same repeated 3 times.That was a scary but still an amazing experience.


It's para-sailing



Have you seen Jurrasic Park - 3? In that movie, a father and his son landed on an unknown island full of deadly creatures after an accident, while para-sailing.The same thought terrified me and i know,that was stupid.


 With the sun getting red it was the time to say goodbye to such a beautiful day. 

Goan nights are even more happening than the day.Clubs and bars, pumps the air of excitement resulting in lively nights of Goa although we didn't sneak into any.Instead sitting on shore of Baga Beach and listening to an amazing sound of waves (which sometimes even sprinkled the shower on our face), was more hilarious for us.



It's Baga - Even more soothing in night

There were few more moments and many more photographs.Come to my home,i will show you all. :-D
No doubt,the moments in goa turned out to be unforgettable.

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Monday, April 2, 2012

The Confidence


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Once, few of the respected professors from all over Indian universities (including RTU) were invited to take a ride on newly made advanced airplane.The bunch of those super glad professors arrived at the scheduled time.They were exited as for the first time any company had given them the chance over businessmen or the researchers to take a ride of such an advanced technological giant airplane.They entered into the plane and took seats as far as possible with each other.
After a short while a women arrived.She whispered something secretly to every professor sitting there.Few minutes later when plane got ready to take it’s first flight a professor stood up and said “I forgot an important work.I have to go.” and then he left.After few seconds another one announced “Sorry,just now i got a news from my wife.My mother-in-law had a heart attack.I have to leave” and he left too.
In around half an hour some more unusual excuses came and everybody left except one,a RTU professor.The company’s crew gathered and applauded him for the kind of confidence he had in his students.One among the crew said “Sir, we made a secret announcement to every professor ,who were sitting here, that the propeller of this plane has been designed by the students of their own university.None of them has the confidence over their students and due to the fear of a crash they left, but not you.”
The RTU Professor responded  gently “Yes,i have confidence over my students.As soon as you announced that the propeller has been designed by students of RTU, i was pretty sure that this plane is not even going to fly and if it can’t even fly then how it could crash." :-D

Fantasy-tic Goa - Part 1 (Journey)

The day had finally arrived. 16 in march of 2011's calender had been somewhere outdoing the previous days which kept me waiting for a fantasy,GOA. 

Few days before 16th march........


Packing bags, getting a list of things to buy and then actually buying it, didn't proved to be a headache. All we had to shop for, chaddis (for beaches and sun basking), T's, sandals, sunglasses etc. etc. 

I was in jaipur with ashwarya while ajwani brothers were in Kota. We had to board our train "Sampark Kranti Express" from there with ajwanis and Golu. So me and ashwarya with our respective luggage got Intercity and headed to a city of IIT aspirants , KOTA, a day before 16th march. 

It was around 6 p.m. when we arrived there. Danny (one among ajwanis) came to receive and drop us at manni's house. 
Kota has somewhere grown a unique, 24 hour with no weekend, lifestyle. IIT is the only dream this city has been chasing for past 14 years. High rise boardings (even beating the height of most of building structure), with the name of teachers whose font seems getting more attention then name of institute, pictures of  ultimate typical geeks with their AIR just below them,are the only advertising element in Kota. The coaching institutes there enroll a lot of bicycle ridden, newly grown mustache students every year. 


By getting the way through those hoarding and passing juice, tea and lot more student centric shops including cyber cafes which serve as hottest and CHEAP entertainment point (here cheap refers to both financial and moral term), we reached manni's home.

Next day we woke with 16th march which took most days to arrive.Sometimes calender get partial with us. The more we wait, the late it get.(isn't it??)

The clock got accelerated and we tried our best to keep ourselves in pace with it.We had our bags packed and things ready which includes a bunch of cigarettes,set of playing cards, home made and factory made edible items etc. 


At around 1 in afternoon,we all were reunited, Golu, Danny,manni.me,ashwarya and yes "SAMPARK KRANTI". We sneaked into SL-5, and got ourselves struck to our respective seats.


Train didn't took time to displace and we all were sat for Fantasy-tic GOA. Bakchodis without gaalis (as there were two senior citizens sitting with us) helped us to got away with few hours. 


You have had heard a lot about Danny, Manni, Golu ashwarya and now without much ado see the pictures below. Special thanks to Golu whose digicam walked hand in hand with us during whole Goa Tour.


           
The guy with 32 teeth smile is Ashwarya and other one is Manni who is in one of his best decent photograph 


                 
             Boy with Lalu ji hairstyle is Golu and other one who is trying to get a pinch of focus beside Golu is Danny.


         
               We can endorse anything for free. In the photo,Ashwarya supporting the cause for promoting Indian toilets. 


Be Indian, Use Indian :-D


  
                                                                 OVEREXITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! except ME..............




After all those clicked moments and unusual talks in between, it was time for our early night meal. Everybody ate just enough to compensate the growling hunger and got ready to sleep. One of our seat was alloted in other coach. I had decided to go their. I found two foreign lady tourist on my seat. I conveyed them the message that the very same seat belongs to me.They responded gently and left. (I had noticed few thin papers in their hand and a powder as well. No doubt, they were taking drugs)


17th March -


We woke up shaking with train.Panvel had already passed and Ratnagiri was the next station where we could find our cup of tea.


Mudgaon was final destination of our train which was still 5 hours away from where we were. We had already decided to board a bus from Mudgaon to proper GOA, which was furthur going to take 4 odd hours. 


When even 9 minutes had been refusing to push itself we wondered how could we got away with this 9 hours journey.


A notorious group of Sardarjis, and delhilites was in the preceding couch.They were seriously funny people. 
Once when ashwarya got a little disbalanced while having a ciggrette, one from that notorious group was right behind ashwarya suspected that he might be taking Drugs. He said, "BHAI HAME BHI DO YAR KUCCH TAGDA HO TO, CIGARETTE PEE PEE KE DIMAAG KHARAB HO GYA HAI". :-D


After getting into discussion with people around us on train, we finally arrived to the decision to land in 'THIVIM' as we could got a taxi directly from there to Hearts of Goa. It was going to cut 6 odd hours from our journey and we took a sign of relief. 


When we were hardly one hour behind 'THIVIM' we noticed a foreign Girl on train. She had an ultra sexy figure, with a top deep enough to reveal her cleavage (WELCOME TO GOA) and a luggage which seemed to be bigger than her. Unknowingly, she stuck hundred of eyes that had been waiting to peep in what she didn't revealed. One among the delhilite went after her.He seemed to be in his full mood to make a chance with her (AADAT SE MAJBOOR). Our fantasy started running faster than wild horses. If this kind of superb item is on train then what we would going to get on Goa beaches, we thought. :-D


So finally, Sampark Kranti left after sampark'ing' us to 'THIVIM' and the that sexy Kranti (girl in above para) put a cold water on dreams of that delhilite by smooching tightly her Boyfriend (who had came to receive her) right in between hundreds of people.    


Talking about the station, it was small, with a bunch of Tamil type disciplined people. We helped an uncle and aunt with their luggage and came out from station after barely walking few yards. The temperature evaporated our fluid of exitation which seemed to be crossing 40 degree centigrade. Getting a taxi is not a headache there. There is nothing like bargaining, you just have to get a ticket to enjoy Goa's taxi ride.


Taxi driver seemed to be a typical goan with a black complexion and talked just enough to satisfy the demand of the question. 


He took us to the apartment where we met with the owner who was slim,height almost 5'8' feet, very decent guy.He treated us like his guests. He took us to the room which was on 3rd floor,opened the lock (Yes,this was what we wanted). 2 grand completely cleaned rooms,proper ventilation, a beautiful scenario from balcony,these all well justified 1000 rs a day for stay.


After getting a quick bath we all put ourselves on goan roads and what a time to start with. It was around 3, the atmosphere was superb. We decided to go to "CALANGUTE beach" which which was at walking distance from where we were.For the first time i walked around 1 and half kilometers without any complaint. The way to Calangute was completely filled with goan students,shops selling petrol (it's legal in goa to keep petrol on shops for selling purposes.There were no petrol pumps nearby so people hiring Bikes or activas used to buy petrol from these shops. A bit costly but still a win win condition for both parties), and other tourist.With the help of continuous guidance from the local people we reached the Beach.




Calangute Beach

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! What a view..............................Simply stupendous!! A sea was in front of us.Unimaginably big, silent Sea. Waves were high, trying to gave few breathe to his mother 'sea' but still there was a silence. The cool breeze was enough to beat the heat of sun. This was a tribute to Shakespeare.


Now here comes the honey singh flavor....................


Loads and loads of girls in bikini, and our heart skipped few beats. Thousands of them, some getting their pictures clicked with a background of sea, some were busy exposing their bodies to sun,some getting massages from locals while some with their partners,many of them were just relaxing. 2 pieces were all around us and our eyes slammed every chance to get shut. Male fantasy tightened us from top to bottom (specially bottom) and this is what exactly happen when few sexually backward FTV obsessed guys got a chance to see "Midnight Hotties" on a bright sunny day in the front of the eyes. Beautiful beaches just acted as catalyst for pushing us in our best mood ever and the only reaction which came was "BHENC***D YE TO JANNAT HAI YAR".........





                                               Enjoying on beach chair
(Others use it for sun basking by paying rent of 100 per hour and we used it for free after sunset)





                                                     
                                                           Danny bhai (Trying to be getting into a pose)


            
     Everybody in their cheerful mood (Except manni bhai who  doesn't seem to spoil his MARD kind look for just a pic)




We took beers from a beach shop. It was an amazing feel to dip my feet under the cold beach's sand and enjoying even colder beer.CHEERS!!!! 


After all those moments, we left calangute.




                        
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Au revoir..............

College Story – (Part - 5)

I seriously got addicted to this blog world now. I had already posted 4 parts of college story and a short romantic kind of story “Salted Coffee”.  The latter took 7 hours.

Pageviews crossed 250 mark in just 10 odd days. Thanks again to all the visitors.

The matter could be disturbing for some of you.   

Now it’s been almost a year in GIT. Ridiculous college, Boring students, Subjects like hell, all these were became grown weeds. My life turned into a pendulum clock. “TO and FRO”. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick……….till few people got themselves introduced in my life. Among them were ;

Meet

Dinesh Ajwani – Famously recognized as “danny”, he topped the list of guys I used to hate the most, for entire 1st year. His eyes to me were like a CCTV camera followed me everywhere, recording my each and every movement but now his is among my best friends.

Manish Ajwani – Cousin Brother of “Danny”, we use to call him “MANNI”. I found his way, the most unique one.

 Look at his personality sketch, Ultra low jeans with sometimes underpants peeping out, Pumped up stomach with a embryo of 6 month, a “kada” in his hand which he use for either opening the beer bottles or getting rid of itching irritation, cell phone directory full loaded with contact number of girls of GIT (although he personally never use to talk to them. These numbers might have been just for serving other "Roadside Romeos") are few of his trademarks. I saved his name as “Manni gundaa” in my phone’s directory because of a sort of his resemblance with typical Indian movie Gundaa. (Sorry manni :( )

I had already told you about ashwarya.

During 2nd sem I had nothing to do with Ajwani brothers. Sinddhi bond might have been the reason behind ashwarya’s interaction with them.

Me, ashwarya, anvita, maitrey,umang and another girl I don’t want to take name of, was used to be our friend circle then. We spent our whole 2nd  sem in college canteen and in fusion cafe. Bunks became quite often then.

Actually any group became worst when love invades it and this is what happened with us. A later entry of a “black freak” disturbed the dynamics. Now, group of 6 with an increment became 7 and when it got divided among pairs, leaved 1 as remainder behind and that 1 was “me”. Some tragic stories followed with newly bonded couples then which I don’t want to write in blogs. (Frankly speaking, I don’t remember. Do you ashwarya.?? ;) )

Time went slipping and things were not the exception. In the beginning of 3rd sem, Ajwani brothers were already in with “Golu” as additional friendly bonus. Partying and night outs with them had now become frequent. Beers became a regular customer, at my every night out with them. Danny manni’s room, ashwarya’s home(when his parents were not there) were some of our boozing points.”TUBORG” emerged as our favorite brand. Two beers per head was the pre-settled standard by us, as 1 bottle normally used to get evaporated while wetting the throat and other for setting up the required mood (Called “SUROOR” in our terms). The whole drinking ceremony was the matter of nearly 2 to 3 hours. We use to drink and dance and then drink and then dance untill somebody vomit. Vomiting after drink became common with me and ashwarya. (One day I was so drunk that I sat in the bathroom of ashwarya’s home and slept there. :D. On the same day danny wasn’t even left with enough stamina to go to bathroom to vomit. Result, he painted the floor and filled the bedroom with an unbearable smell. Thank god for the skills he got, as the next day he didn’t left a bit of it in the room. Yakkkkkk!!!!). In one more incident when we all were boozing together at danny's room, manni who was fully drunk, was caught by his landlord(kaala-aadmi) for peeing in front of his house. Kaala aadmi soon got aware of the reason behind manni’s such kind of anti social behavior. :D .After being constantly abused by neighbours and land lord danny manni left their room and settled in a flat later. 

Soon after all this and few more drink and driving other crazy incidents, we all got our self fully packed for the memorable GOA tour. What made it so special? In the next blog……………Till then bbye….and say no to alcohol. ;))))
  

College Story – (Part - 6)

Getting the right start has always been a problem to me while writing blogs. Don’t know for how many times I had struck the right node? There is little discontinuity among the series of blogs under the title "College Story" because unfortunately the events occurred were not in A.P. with constant spaces between them. So please ignore a sort of randomness.

One more thing, if you seriously like my blog then you can be a member. You just have to click on “Join this site” icon on sidebar. Special Thanks to our near dear Dadaji (Prachi Shukla) for pointing out grammatical mistakes which had crept in previous blogs J (I am horrible in grammer.)  

So without troubling you much I am getting a start.

Nights, Beers, Porns (Do not react with mouth wide opened) etc. almost engulfed our 3rd sem. (With our I mean to say, we five friends, me, danny, manni, ashwarya and golu).

Nahargarh was among few places where we used to go on our night outs in third sem.   

Let me tell you something about Nahargarh, Nahargarh came into lime lights after the shooting of an Indian movie “Rang de Basanti” and no doubt the scenes shot at there turned out to be best part of the movie.   

Have a look J ---------


                         video



(The scenes include, a ride to the top of nahargarh which would take your half an hour, taal on which sukhi fell and Dj survived after beer game (DIM LAK LAK, DIM DIM LAK LAK) and stairs circling the very same taal.)

We were not the regular customers for nahargarh but we always preferred to go there at night with Beers on back. You could imagine how it feels to be at 750 feet above ground with a view of whole city enlightening in front of you, when soothing breeze staining your mind and your throat is soaking Beers. DIM LAK LAK,DIM DIM LAK LAK……………. :-D

Putting aside few exceptions, the night life in Jaipur for a middle class college going student is somewhere below average (There are lot of night clubs in jaipur but we didn’t got any chance or in strict terms never had left with that much money to sneak into any of them). For us night life in jaipur was all about getting a decent food at around 12’o clock after getting drunk, then speeding bikes on never ending silent roads, finding a ‘thadi’ which could offer ‘tea’, cigarettes and Twenty – Twenty, stopping there, lit cigarette, gutting tea with proper interference of Twenty – Twenty, getting into few absurd looking conversation (called “BAKCHODIS”) which equally accompanied with MAA-BHEN gaalis, talk on hottest gossip from the air of GIT which used to lengthen our Bakchodis and lot more…………


Those night hours when 99% of jaipur’s population was on bed, we were having the best moments of entire college life. No damn people to think of, no overcrowded roads with human looking even more miserable than bugs, no running hours, the only thing which used to be there was us, and those hours used to gave us full access to our freedom. Do what you want, shout as louder as you can, live the way you want to live, there were no one to stop you. But yes, “PETROLLING POLICE” they kept us under hunt although there were no undesirable incidents till then (TILL THEN, but unfortunately there is one now).

After all awaragardi on roads we used to left with no choice other than heading to room, but the dramas were endless. Few among us with no sign of sleep usually had the duty to not let others sleep, by constantly giving them hiccups, by even sometimes jumping on them (obviously in order to hurt), slapping lightly and saying “BHAI YE DIN FIR NHI AAYENGE”

Those having their eyes dipped in sleep used to reply “ BHAI YE DIN FIR AANE BHI NHI CHAHIYE”.

Till four in morning we all use to be in our respective sound sleeps.

With clock turn 10, it was the time to say hello to world. We all used to get up, hold brush straight away and rubbing against the teeth in order to erase the edible evidence that had left struck last night.

Sipping tea from nearest possible tea stall was usually our last stand of an amazing night out.

This was all for my part 6 of college story. I suspended the blog about our trip to goa. It would be on next blog. Till then bbye….Keep reading, keep smiling………J   
  

College Story - (Part 4)

Now it’s my 4th blog. The day when I wrote my first blog I was not sure about other parts of college story. Thank you to few of my regular blog visitors from India, my class mates (Maitrey Sharma, Animesh Sahu, Ashwarya Keshwani, Umang Rathi), and few others.

Things went simpler now (except C language which went getting worse and worse with growing days). We were few more months older in college now. Canteen started getting more attention than lectures.

College Story(Part 2- A fruitless English Lesson)

Now it’s been few days since I started going college but the faces were still strange. The only progress that I had made in these days was, i had fixed a seat for myself, somewhere in middle of the class.
First lecture was used to be of English.


Shalini yadav was the teacher. Don’t know why but English teachers are the only ones in traditionally backward Indian colleges and schools who seem to be more interested in making sit a girl next to a boy. May be these teachers somewhere develops a British kind mentality that, by just making them sit together, they both would not develop sexual arousal. Shalini mam’s tendency was the same. She had noticed the Wagah Border between opposite genders and instantly came up with an idea of an activity to develop interaction among unsocial animals who were sitting in our class, although indo-pak friendship seemed to be easier than that. The basic plot of that activity was to first divide the class among small groups and then every group had to prepare an advertisement of the product they allotted to.

I had one and only friend Shaleen that time(Later he joined CS through 2nd counseling).Unfortunately we were allotted to two different groups. It was the group of 5 students. 5 students, me, an unbearably shy girl, a boy who was even more shy, a girl with great assets and has enough to pull me away from what I was in that group, and another girl (who turned out to be a complete trauma later).I went to mam ’s desk and pull out a piece of paper and undo it’s folding to discover the brand we had to endorse. JEANS was written in bold letters. “What the hell we can do in order to advertise for jeans”, I said to others. With their faces I grasped the thing that they all are good for nothing. Beauty with brains was not the case with that girl with great assets. My mind like unruly hounds started running. It produced few disastrous results too.

Me in a lonely room, with a jeans and a bare chest. A  girl entered(you know who).Looking at me, CAME CLOSE AND UNDOING THE ONLY BUTTON of my jeans. Background voice, ”CHANDIMAL JEANS----------PHNOGE KAM UTREGI JYADAA”……tannnnnnnnnnnnnn taaannnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaa……

Unfortunately I was in college. Such things were impossible. The only option I left with was to change the product. 2nd time we got CHIPS as our new product. Got our planning and on the same time watched others performing .Again the students proved themselves as complete disaster. Their acting talent was even worse than their CROOK FACES. We didn’t got any chance to show our talent, time got up and she left the class abusing our group for continuously disturbing peace and harmony(which was never there in the entire period).I felt cheated, don’t know why.
The students got rearranged. Girls occupied their seats so as to maintain a maximum possible distance they could from boys. Boys were not the exception. Actually interaction among boys and girls just after few days of college is just a pseudo concept. In India, students feel more comfortable marking comments on opposite sex rather than just go and talk like attitude. Exceptions has to ignore the questions like”BABHI SE KAB MILWA RHE HO” “FANTI HAI KYA WO TERI?” “MAAL TO TAGDI HAI.KAISE PTAYI?” etc. etc.

Moral of the story -  Efforts of our respected English teacher went mark less.

College Story – (Part - 3)

 Now we were 1 month old in the college and got an idea of few college terminologies. We got differentiated with our other seniors by the name FRESHERS because obviously we were FRESH ARRIVALS, although I wonder that if we got the name FRESHERS then our bosses should be called  “SPOILED” as they were few year older than us.


If I would get a chance then definitely I will tell this to my juniors. We had to call our seniors “BOSS”. This word “BOSS” might gave them the feeling which they couldn’t relish after their college(Thanks to prestigious placements from our college).

 “RAGGING” was not the issue(Again Thanks to the orders came from supreme court to put a strict ban on this thing and new orders are always meant to be followed in our country, although it’s survival is never a guarantee). Even few juniors against this said that putting ban on ragging could suppress their chances to interact with seniors. Ragging to me is just like getting fucked in public without our liking and interaction with seniors with the cost of that can never be an option to me. By the way the stories of ragging were always in air. Another thing from which I got familiar with was “PROXY”. PROXY is way to get your presence felt by teacher without being actually in the class. I had never attempted it in my 1st year but later mastered this skill. My attendance reached new heights as there were theories like, at least 75% attendance you need to appear in semester exams. Sometimes proxies came to my rescue. Believe me, these colleges follow few strange mathematics rule as students with even 20% attendance got their ticket to give exams which at the same time proved that 75 lies somewhere between 0 to 20.

Lectures served as a space on which I could get in touch with our other school friends via SMS (KYUNKI HAR EK FRIEND JARURIHOTA HAI!!!!) hence finger went busier than minds during lectures. The one who tightened the screw was SAMA JAIN. Chemistry teacher, height was barely 5 feet (Good things come in small packages and she was an exception) and her eye balls were just like searching for an excuse to come out. Her name SAMA might have been derived from OSAMA. In language of Chemistry she was an element which used to react violently with any kind of noise in resulting in the formation of few main products like insult in front of the class and by-product of marking ABSENT in college register. Very spontaneous, with low boiling point, high melting point and students are still awaiting for her freezing point. She can react with almost anything to produce heat. Proxies and bunks had nothing to do with her lecture. My register used to soak most of the ink writing notes in her class. One more aspect of her was she used to wink and sometimes that wink came on such situations where I tended to burst into laughter. One more mechanical teacher who could barely solve a simple F=ma question, was our another teacher. Math teacher Anju Godika was among most soothing teachers in GIT.

The days went slipping through without much happening. The unsocial animals of my class were now clustered into few scattered groups including BRAHMCHARI group where few of the disciples of HANUMANJI kept themselves away from KAAM-SUKH to which most of college guys obsessed with. They seriously put one guy (BHARAT) apart from their group when he got mingled with one of the girl of our class although leader of this same group (Sud) was among the hot favorites of girls (Girls seemed to fond of tasteless food).

College Story (Part 1)

Introduction-

Hello friends,it's  me Ashish. A 3rd year students from a premier engineering college(this is what management say but i don't believe). It's been three years in this college and this blog is all about my story which moves through these years although i don't remember everything(damn humans-can only use 7% of their brain and believe me "i am a human") but still there are few things which i can never forget.Never in my entire life.


So the story began when i took admission in Git in the year 2009.GIT(www.gitjaipur.com) stands for Global Institute of Technology although there is nothing global in it.But yes it is an institute of technology.(I personally don't feel this but others do).IT branch was alloted to me and i have no idea till now what this IT is all about.Neither i had any interest nor i see  IT for my future aspect.During programming i feel like a computer has been compelled by me to do a specific task which it doesn't want to do at all.And computer has excuses.ERRORS.An error had already occurred.(I got IT branch).

FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE-

The only day i was exited about going college was the first day.Seetapura,oh my god,this is the location of my college,around 18 km away and my excitation got FUSSSS somewhere.I had never traveled so much for the sole purpose of STUDY.That was awry.I was on my dad's car and the countdown began for my entry into a whole new world,WORLD OF ENGINEERING.
Soon i entered into college.It was big and now it is even bigger.The growing height of buildings is the magic of recruiting the teachers which use to work full time by getting payment of half time and has the knowledge sufficient enough to satisfy the semi-curious brains of RTU students for one lecture.Actually educational system which we are going through has developed a super hit perennial job option, "TEACHING".Few losers teaches us.Among us few more losers(like me) grows and teaches many more.
I got into something philosophical.So getting back to the scene of my entrance into college.It was a nowhere to go situation.I was noticing open mouthed faces around me and i took no time in knowing that they were also looking for some kind of hint to head forward. 
Somehow i found my class.LH-6,yes that was my class.LH stands for lecture hall.Classes now got converted into lecture halls and that was the sound proof that my school life was OVER.
Class was half full with people looking straight and neglecting others as much as they can.I entered and decided to sit with a decent looking guy among crook faces(Although he turned out to be the biggest asshole later).
My eyes scanned every possible corner to get a view of those who would going to be with me for the next 4 years and then a voice came from my conscience, "WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM OF DAMN RTU ASSES" .
Soon we were summoned to the auditorium where so many speeches were waiting for our arrival.I got my seat and that was so small that it couldn't been able to hold my full bottom and i met with first challenge in college to bear the whole welcome ceremony with my ass hanging around ;( .
Speeches got started,principal sir was the first one to come and hold the mike and believe me,his speech was among the most horrible speeches a principal could deliver.Now came the turn of our respected seniors to address us.A senior who seemed to be practiced for the speech whole night couldn't found the appropriate words to describe himself as a genius.All i could figure out from his speech that he is the student of mechanical and won 1st prize in robotics.Thanks to few slides he showed which were more clearer than him.
So after few those scary speeches (which almost costs four precious hours of my life) i got a chance to stood up and my ass got a sigh of relief.

Nothing special happened that day and i began waiting for the second day of college.This time for girls.Don't know why i didn't noticed them on 1st day.Might be there were no girls who meant to be noticed.So finally the only hope by which i could kept stuck my bottom to the benches in this uninteresting college were the GIRLS.I had heard that, IT and CS has some of the finest stock of hottest Girls and what i had heard was not false completely.