jst gttng bored n thght 2 write abt our cllg exam time!

Yesssssssss b it cycle’s b it modal examinations b it semesters d curriculum of an SRM student dsnt deviate~~ nw dats d best thing abt my cllg ppl i like d most!

Let me describe 2 u one of da days at srm hostel during modal examinations.. okkk bare with me… as dis is d most sincere engg. cllg u will ever experience!

With an exam nXt day ::

starting at 12pm in aftrnoon almost half hostel iz in d games room 4 a table tennis game or ne oder bt an attendance is a must der or u can find dem at ne of outdoor courts or canteen..

Now d evening commences with d evening snacks n its alrdy 6pm, when ppl gather outside 4 a walk n sum chit-chat… yes its a part of d curriculum!

with d dusk time everybody make way to their rooms……

NO NO NO…. not 4 studying (( dats d most vulgar thought ))

but the net connection is also provided in whole of hostel adding to it a whole list of COUNTER-STRIKE players on lan~~~~~ by dis d time comes 4 dinner.

n dinner being an important meal also takes up almost an hour or mayb 2 for sum ppl… bt no more idiotic stuff aftr dat…

its 10:30pm – 11pm now starts d most serious discussions of various grp of frnds as to which student is detained n d most prestigous talks abt our cllg n teachers which cud make ever1 proud~ with this done comes d sleeping time after a quick feeding at night canteen frm 2-3pm…

With seniors providing us confidence abt d NO-way-significant exams we turn 2 our comfortable sleep…

AAAAHHHH……… wtf …. suddenly v wake up to an alarmed mind at 7 in d morning asking our neighbours abt d most important topics as we move 4ward to create their chits{{ hardworking bt good times }}.

Finally exam ends n v come out an hour early at abt 12pm with d biggest smile ever ( u can’t even imagine ).. actually the funda is quite simple ->

bigger d smile — more is d bakwaas written in d ppr!!

n den again v make our way 2 canteen or games room…

~~NO COMPROMISE with d curriculum.. dats wat SRM students believe in~~

the right way seems to be wrong,
the wrong seems to be everywhere.
sum1 provide me d guidance,
as i take d stance nowhere.

fluttering ideas

Till den enjoy dis gr8 video of bean dancing on punjabi tune!

srsly… gttng shot at wud b bttr dan hav dis time again…. 

starting with da day…… saturday n cllg iz opened…??? nt da kinda start i expected!!

headache n cold n cough with a bus full of energised ((enough 2 fight))ppl …. with da last seat + a driver who ws surely given lisence by sum corrupted officer…ASS… nw ain’t dat gr8??

yess i reached da cllg alive coz’ da almighty had sumthing more in stored 4 me….. da much awaited start of lectures took off with maths lecture n wasn’t dat really awesome!!

struggling 2 go on with da day… came da boring micro lecture which i dun knw why many ppl attended!

kewl… now wat cud go wrong as awaited da break n a viva which i was nt aware about…..

                                ”zor ka jhatka zor se hi laga!!”

indeed viva was gr8… as ppl went away with a smile bt da teacher was commited to kick ma’ ass…. n y won’t he??? as he commented dat he excpected more frm me…. huh… wtf!!

den with tired face i came bak 2 ma’ home…. atlast i cud relax!!!……….. bt den my parents n brother weren’t in such a mood as i had 2 goto market 4 so called diwali celebration.. god i h8ed diwali so much at dat moment… {{u hav no idea}}, frm where i returned at arnd 10:30 with paining n shivering body…

in da end i remembered a song i heard in da bus today which somehow seemed to be a laughter therapy at my status… 

” OOOHH….. LA…. LA……”" OOOHH….. LA…. LA…LA….LA……LA…”

first tandoori nights frm karz… n second jaane kyu frm dostana…

ya diff. movies n da concept of song same with lil’ drops of english words in both of their lyrics..

But still da gr8 diff. in dem??

Actually da song frm dostana has both gr8 features of lyrics n music… so surely it r0ck$!!

Well den v cm to d gr8 “tandoori nights”….. bad lyrics seems lik a dead poem in itself… but den comes to da rescue d 1 n olny himesh reshamiya as he brings to life da dead lyrics with his gr8 music but den brutally murders it with his nostalgic voice…. n adding to it is da superb video.. lol

hope u like da song….

Seriously i wud rather get a headshot with a pistol than go through that situation again…. so i went to the doctor n he gave me a whole lot of pills to put down through my throat with a surprise!!

Surprise = An injection in the ass….. ohh suddenly the headache, the stomach n the fever were nt really dat bad!! So i came bak with a lot of pills n two advices of 3-4 days of bed rest n lite food…

So started da therapy frm 3rd october…… at 10 am me n my frnds went for a movie n den a whole lot of roaming around da city as i came bak home with at 7 in da evening nw dat was a really gr8 therapy… 

Now this was jst the beggining to the -VE therapy in process… nxt morning i woke up at 6am 4 a trip to mathura n vrindavan…. aahh…. my doctor fees was suddenly going 2 b increased aftr this!!

Yes i did go to mathura n vrindavan….. n da temples der were gr8 as i thght…. but a lot… i think less of houses were der dan temples… u cud find 2 temple in a distance of every kilometer.. n dat to well made!!

N da most amazing thing was the ESKON temple at vrindavan…

But wat abt my “-ve therapy”…. yes it was under serious watch as i ate samosa’s, kachoris, honey cakes {still honey is gud 4 health} n all da junk food i cud have under my lite food instruction..

Atlast i came home with no more headaches nor a bad stomach n neither a fever….. IT WORKED!!

Now i dun take gurantee.. plz dun try this at ur own risk though….. lol!!

Let me just get started… ok, the trip was to bikaner as me n my frnd were selected for finals in a competition.. we were on our way to ecb college..

Now to begin with d journey… yes an 11 hr bus journey nothing much exciting in dat… but wait i m in it, so

d journey began at around 21:30hrs… kinda late … but not at all sleepy !! Getting bored n i decide to have a lil conversational timepass with all ma’ airtel frnds since i had enough airtel to airtel balance… aftr a while with no more airtel frnds came the gr8 idiotic thing we cud think of…… yes we started trying out any random airtel no…..

N no it wasn’t da only idiotic thing.. to add to it da first victim was a lady n we startd with a non-sense conversation… but soon came to her a rescue who with a firm voice sounded threatening.. First it startled me, as why are these ppl gttng so frustrated with a prank call… but then i realised sumthing…. the time was 2300hrs {{{SHIT}}}} .. wtf… this guy cud  lodge a complaint or do nething if gts ne more frustrated n with a witty lie we gt out of da call n ended it up!! yes we were no more bored now… n going in roaming i lft da phone n finally went to sleep as had da whole bus alrdy..

No da journey didn’t end yet.. one more surprise hit me… as suddenly a fight broke up between da conductor n few passengers at 2:30 in da morning… 

Cool shrilling atmosphere, darkness outside with da conductor fighting with a few passengers n da whole bus awake n watching dis “matinee show”… Yes every1 woke n so did my team-mate as he wrose to the occasion with a big yawn, quickly analysed da situation n went bak2 his sleep within a second!! Yes he was probably da most aware person in da bus… somehow da  matter resolved n v wer bak on da track..

Finally da journey ended with my ass making me feel like IRONMAN… we waited for sum1 to pick up… n da pain of whole journey just blew away…. as came da land cruiser….. wat else cud i ask 4???

finally we reached da  hostel to a welcoming collg n began a whole lot of new memorable experiences.. dat i wud share in my nxt post!

well actually a series of events led me to write this blog..( also i needed more hits to blog.. n i guess this topic will b useful )

To start with let me tell you about a girl who asked me how come i don’t potrait myself as a punjabi…

u know hw come i don’t show the characteristics of a punjabi somehow.. i shud have felt offended but this made me think….. that wat if i said SASRIYAKAL instead of good morning or have loudly shouted the words “jo bole sau nihaal—sasriyakaal” before my exam… is that what wud have pleased her ears??

U say u don’t distinct ppl as by their place or religion but what do u do??

how do u assume that a punjabi iz wild n party like always n muslims always to act sophisticated n all… etc. etc. etc…

i cud go with ppl of various religions n places but i rather not..

Again there was just another person whom i clarified the views of another person… but yet again she didn’t believe me ( maybe i shud stop smiling when talking on serious topics ). yes surely i was rite n she somehow believed me now…. now this also made me believe on the fact of presumptions..( u c wat u c, but u believe wat u wanna believe.. )

Last but not the least this was my favourite as it made me think that we can never really understand the opposite sex… ya we can’t!! somehow she knew “my type of music” even before i cud..

Now i really can’t understand this….

let me take an example ( u must be wondering hw much free time he has… well its sunday morning!! ).. okay now let me tell u about women the most complexed creatures srsly.. for example i cud never get how they are able to pour hot wax on themelves and rip the hair out from root ( even this thght makes me scream ) n still be afraid of a spider..??? this really amazes me!!

Surprisingly the complexity factor iz true for both the genders.

Ya the topic can go on n on…. but i gotta go now…

hope u liked this topic…plz do post replies..

be in touch coz’ next in my series of articles are the following topics :

1. Why can’t pappu dance??

2. Log mentos kyu khaate haii??

Till then Sasriyakaal ( u didn’t presume i wud write this no?? )

Today was a day like dat..

no VM’s class what a great relief it was…really!

this was just enough to make da day really fruitful.

And with a cheerful smile i took no regard of anything else… firstly i came 9th in prelims of yestarday’s quiz just 2 points short of bieng selected…but still happy as if i had won the competition coz i didn’t cared!

Then came in the hostelers who attacked on my lunch like there was no tommorow but still no regrets…

The attacks on my beautiful day were still not over… as the french teacher tried to depress me with a high no. of marks i had achieved ( u know wat i mean ) in her subject, but this was my gr8 day…

Last but not the least after a lot of thinking on an application to be written to the director wasn’t even submitted.. still i smiled n i ain’t that much crazy..

Coz in the end it all didn’t matter as i got to spend a great n enjoyful time with my frnds as classes were suspended… n at the end of da day.. it all worked out!

Conclusion : Ya i even provided a conclusion… to my first official blog

even though nothing much crazy happened througout da day..

somehow it was a hell of a day.. coz i wanted it to be.. cheers to life! hehe..

so left d studying ( yes i do study.. maybe nt sylabus buks but i do! )

Now u all must b thinking wats so special about his life that he shares with us ???

well to tell u the truth there isn’t!!

Its just a way u look at it.. thats wat makes it interesting and even worth writing about.

I just hope u all like my effort and provide positive response!