Anticipation

 

 

Semester exams were going on, chemistry and mechanics were left………

 

 

This had been quite an exciting four months. Pragyan , tech fest and stuff………….

Seemed like, I was starting to enjoy college life. Everything seemed exciting, except the syllabus.

At present, It appears to be a pretty silly and boring. At least, for we people who quite enthusiastically took up engineering…………..

 

There was a discussion going on about there (my friends) dates for the semester holidays.

Some have true girlfriends, most don’t or boast of their female friends as girlfriends.

I was none of the above types.

Well that doesn’t mean that I had no one to accompany me in the holidays!!!!!!!!!!

I hadn’t seen her but had cherished for someone like her for quite a long time now.

Even my parents and my sister like her. She will stay in our house for sometime now.

My family is very protective about her , my mom almost treats her like a kid; managing her daily household activities.

 

I was waiting eagerly to meet her, though we have talked a lot online.

 

 

We seemed to have forgotten the fact that we had exams next day.

Nothing like that.  Hari, my most intelligent roommate needn’t worry as 3 hours of flipping through pages was enough for him to reimburse every penny he has given as exam fees. This guy can go on writing for hours at a stretch. Vikas , pays attention in class. Fawaas, well he works like torrents. Breaking up the whole syllabus into immense no of pieces and downloading information in to his system.

As for me, my way of studying is to read through the whole text once. Then I make up my own answers. I have unlearned the art of mugging up.

 

My room, coral 11, is kind of room wherein everyone seems to peep in a while; might be, because it’s the first room in our wing or more importantly because we four roommates have quite a lot of friends. It was hari’s birthday the next day. As the clock struck 12 we began our celebrations, a song, chocolates, a gift (ganesha’s idol given by vivek) and then the best part giving bumps. Let me speak a bit more on the last word. When, it comes to giving bumps people whom we don’t even recognise come forward.

Celebrations over, we went back to our books. As the clock kept running one by one the three of them fell asleep. I had a long night, had to be after getting a c grade last sem. At 5:30 am I had done to the best of my abilities. I went out of my room to get some fresh air. I was taken aback no. of students who were loitering around in the corridor. Before, any wrong assumptions are made; they had woken up when I planned to sleep.

Well, chemistry exam was better than my expectations, I managed to get a B grade an improvement from last sems C.

 

I reached home some 3 to 4 days later on a Monday morning , my sister had left for her college.

Bad luck, I tried to break the ice with her. It was difficult as I was being a bit anxious. Ma, told to wait for your sister to introduce you to her. I waited………..  Though I was finding it difficult to control myself.

Let me, take the pleasure to introduce you to my new laptop, my date for these holidays………..

Football in a boulevard

                                     

 

 

Recently, I was playing football in our building’s backyard. It’s a lovely place to play. Hard pitch, flood lights, usually I play in the late evenings with my building guys. I am a die-hard Manchester united FC fan. So, are the other people, I mean fans of various European football clubs, ranging from FC Barcelona to Bayern munich. We watch European football leagues, discuss about it, and try to bring in their style of playing in backyard fiesta. All of us are insuppressibly passionate about the game.    On a broader scale, this is story of almost every backyard of MUMBAI. This is a city where the feet’s are always moving.

Cricket, there’s no need for it to be proclaimed the national game, who cares about national games anyway; look at hockey it has now become a endangered sport,  surprisingly here football finds a greater love then anywhere else in this country.  Might be, Calcutta, some egoists will say is at the top. Might be, I don’t seem to agree to that, if so why do they never come out of their shells called Mohunbagan and East Bengal and instead of looking at their smaller interests at least try to spread the game all over the country. Why not the pundits, as they call themselves try to find young talent provide them coaching of international standards and try to make an Indian football pool; from where maybe after some years of diligent practice we might be able to represent ourselves in the world. Why do we always have satisfy ourselves that somewhere  in the 1950’s we qualified for the world cup ,then regret about being not allowed to play for a silly stupid reason, not agreeing to play in boots. I am sure there must be some controversy in there too.

 Chuck that out…………………..

Returning back to my backyard, self praising but I can’t stop myself using this new word I learnt recently, let me say returning to our boulevard ,yippee I used a new word. Oh! Sorry last time.

 

We were quite engrossed in our game. Suddenly Mr.Vaish our building secretary came for disrupting our game, that’s what I feel was his forced entry for, anyways he makes some 15 rounds on an approx around the building at around 8 pm, peak time of our match. We have to stop every time he takes a tortoisal walk especially around our pitch. Ironically, I always end up finding  a Hitler wherever I go, a person who hates me for playing. I remember, how in our last flat, the wife of the landlord used to trouble my mom for preventing me from playing in the backyards.  Mr.Vaish stops in the middle of the pitch orders every one of us to stand in a row as if we committed some crime. He tells “I want all of you to answer to my question, before you resume play”. He didn’t say the resuming stuff but that was destined, no matter what. “Tell me which football competition is going on at present”.

EPL over, champions league over, I bet he had no idea about La liga or Seria a, so there was no point saying them.

I thought it must some Mohunbagan or any other such club league. I have never seen them. HOW are we supposed to know, does it have any media coverage dude, I was about to    say. But, he had blurted out the answer by grinning like he has conquered Mt.Everest. SANTOSH TROPHY, hummm  read about it during my boarding school admission tests.

 

Ok, which TV channel broadcasts this competition, or has TOI ever written anything about it, pardon me if its in a secluded corner bullied by THE IPL. And even if it is shown does it look interesting, nope.  The stands are empty.

I read it somewhere, Think in your mind a thing you want to do, practise it again and again in your mind by looking at best artist of that thing, then try it out practically you will succeed . Quite, true and relevant. EPL is the best league in the world, best players play there; a lot can be learned by watching them play. So, what wrong are doing by Idolizing as in my case Manchester united and Paul scholes. Learning from them, is the only option left for us .Considering the fact that, there are rarely, any professional coaching available for young footballers in INDIA at Present.

YOUNG bro’s play football, love it, be passionate about it spread your love maybe one day we will be recognised. We can definitely be the best in the world one day.

 

WHO CARES………….. CHUCK IT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!***

“It’s very difficult to tell whether nature has been a kind mother or a cruel stepmother”

Let’s talk about the other group in the national institute of technology-The cool one, the smarties, loved, hated, popular, determined, fun-loving, rule breaking sporty group. They walk with a “Who cares………….chuck it dude” stamped on their chest. At times, it appears they seem to be asking everyone to notice ‘look I am cool, I

 Listen to western music; I am not for India my destination is California.

Chuck all that……….

They know to enjoy life, feel every moment and to make every moment a moment cherished. Rarely, do they study but they manage to come out with flying colours.

Secret………….

Studying with full concentration for whatever little time they open the book. Ironically, they are owl’s descendents, they could be found lurking around till the wee hours of the morning.

They are the people who make the class interesting.

Their small jokes, mischiefs make the boring lectures bearable. Not to mention the punishments, the pleadings, the grudge between them and the teachers.

A line about the teachers. Some f them are real sadists and hypocrates .They laugh at students failure, ask such questions as if their salary is directly proportional the number of questions unanswered.

According to “bujju community”,

Avril says it perfectly

“You are trying to cool,

You look like a fool to me.

Why the hell make the things so complicated!!!!!!!!!”

They burn their parents’ hard earned money, booze excessively and waste their precious years of gaining technical knowledge.

Don’t be mistaken that they are poor scorers; they do score well. But their minds are dustbins; pretty huge ones with a good erasing software. They dump loads of information into them and vomit it out in the examination papers. Generally, they are a bit rough, with a dilapidated language.

 

But, they are not to be blamed. It’s the curriculum of present educational system which forces challenge seeking students to turn this way.

I strongly believe when the challenge comes they will definitely rise to the fore-front.

                                                Amen

Huh and they say it competition!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Big competition, 7 lakh students fighting for every seat, hopes of getting into a heavenly college. A seat for which they have toiled some 18 hours per day, missed the champions league, the latest movies, harry potter books ,counter strike and things which they have stopped taking count off. Probably, they even missed the pleasure of their first goat beard, the memorable embarrassment faced after your first shave. Quite immature or better to  say over matured, going into the philosophy of things have become their habit. They have become “bujjus”. Well it’s a Malayalam term meaning a bookworm. Before u makes any wrong assumptions I am not a malayali. These guys when they finally get a seat in The National institute of technology make life hell for other fun loving students. The inner frustration they have about not getting their desired stream or an IIT seat makes them insane. There occurs a peculiar reaction in their neuron heads. This seems to act as a firewall blocking the sense of happiness from ever reaching the frontal lobe of the brains.The only feeling they live with is frustration, dissatisfaction and an urge for more.  An urge which can never be satisfied. Never can they manage to get a 101 out of 100.But, they yearn for it. In this process they manage to get a 99. Even this doesn’t make them happy. But, in this process they make the life of other student’s hell. Their grades are reduced. They get a low gpa. In turn they become frustrated. They try to recover. But, will they ever be able to recover? Depends!!!!!!!

The Bookworm virus aka Bk2008-virus spreads; tries to make the students senseless stores of information. Intelligence will be lost, creativity massacred. It doesn’t sound exaggerating, if there are movies made in tinsel town .Voxpops as always sways. There’s no point taking there view. They have always been cynical and fickle minded.

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