A night to remember….

Just shifted to my hostel in a city I had never been to. Everyone agreed that the colleges are good enough in this city and thus I had worked hard for getting admission into one of them. And I was successful and thus I was spending my first night in this hostel, without my family for the first time ever.!! Everyone said its a good college. I agreed to them but now I was feeling” why did I ??”

I was feeling the homesickness taking over my mind. But I knew it wouldn’t be good to let that happen. So, I picked up my guitar(Yes, I play guitar) and started singing some songs. I was passionate about singing and guitar. I had always dreamed of myself being a successful singer. I always liked to play my guitar when I was alone.

So, I was singing. But may be god had something else on his mind.

Lights went off. Power failure!! No fans in summers !!!! Shit.!!!

But that didn’t let my singing go down. I was still singing. But then when power failures happen in India, you have save yourselves from the mosquitoes and all other kind of insects available. So, I went out of my room with my guitar and headed to the roof. I was now on top of my hostel. Cool wind was blowing and no one there. It was perfect for me to sing and enjoy myself. So, I started playing my guitar and started to sing some ‘HINDI’ pop songs.
It was dark all over the place. I was enjoying. Suddenly the homesickness went sick. It just disappeared. And suddenly the bulb near the door lightened.

“Light agayi”, I said to myself and started to pack my guitar.

Suddenly I saw someone approaching me. A boy was standing there.

“hey you”, he called.

“ya?”

“what ya ?? say ya sir. I m your senior.”, he ordered.

Oooo Maaaeee Gaaaawwd!!! C-near!!!

“sorry sir”

I had heard about ragging through my friends and I was very scared just at the thought of it. It looked like I just will have to witness it right now.

“just chill boy. dont be afraid. I m your senior and my name is prateek. ANd unfortunately for you I m also the in charge of the cultural comity.”

I was just listening to him, still a little bit scared. I didn’t knew what was to come.

“yes sir.”

“abe its ok. ab main teri ragging lunga.”

Afraid of what he said I tried to stand still.

“and you have to do only one thing….” I was prepared for the worst.”….tomorrow morning just meet me at the music room at 8 sharp. YOU are in the college band.”

PS:you loved pehli nazar(race)??? and its copied….search youtube.

PS: i m still thinking of what to write in the ps.

PS:no i m not writing anything

A Morning to Remember

It was a sunny morning and the window in my room made it even more beautiful. I just wake up thinking of the girl I loved. Her name is-Ipshita. She is my classmate. Although I love her from the deepest corner of my heart I don’t have the courage to tell her. But I think she also likes me and so, I am waiting for the best time to tell her about my feelings. I wont say she is the most beautiful girl by face, but she is the most beautiful person for me. And being a good friend I am always with her.

Its good to be not good in studies and having a studious “girl” as a friend. I was feeling an urge to talk to her, so I thought I should call her. But call her without any reason??? My head doesn’t have a brain I suppose or if it is there it doesn’t work for sure. I wasn’t getting any reason to call her !!!!! I was agitated, irritated and disappointed at the same time!!

I wished, ” Do something Oh! God.”

He heard me too quick, for my mobile rang and it was Ipshita. I thanked god and picked up her call.

“hello”

“hey DJ.what you doing?”. My name is Dhananjay and she called me DJ.

“Nothing…just woke up thinking of you……i mean last days class of yours.” Phew!!!! Just escaped.

“well…Free now?”

“yup.”

“OK. Then come to my home.”

“why ? No studies today yaar.” I argued.

“No studies. There is something MORE special.” That ‘MORE’ meant studies were special??? Not for me offcourse.

“Whats special?”

“you come na…. I will tell you.”

“Ok… coming.”

“Come just now.”

” ok ok let me atleast get fresh.”

“ok…bubyee”

“bubye”

Special??? I was eager to know that. It looked that she was in a good mood. God was doing it. He listened to me.!! I thought of telling about my feelings. But I was nervous. Nervous as hell.

I freshened up and made myself look better. I said to myself ” I am looking handsome” just to get some confidence. I don’t know if it worked.

Took my bike and went straight to Ipshita’s home. KNOCK KNOCK!!

The door opened.

“hey!”

“hi”

“Come in.”

“No one is at home? uncle aunty??”

“No. they went to Gwalior yesterday night. That is why it is something special.”

My heart skipped a beat. I thought ‘will she propose me before I do ??’

“oh. cool.”

“WONT you ask whats special?”

“oh ya.whats special??”

“ten minutes and you will know it” I don’t know why she wanted me ask about it then.

TEN MINUTES!!!!! Wow. It was hard to wait but I would wait.

“anyways….” I manged some confidence.”….I need to talk to you.”

“OH. you don’t require my permission.”

“Ohk…umm”

“Now say!!!”

“ya let me say??” And she nodded. She was looking straight to me and it made me even more nervous. I went to the fridge and took out a bottle and drank some water. Boy!!! I was REAL nervous.

“DJ!!! Say!!!”

“ok ok …yeah…..we are very good friends…..and we both like each other isn’t it??”

“yeah…ok then??”

“then …i just wanted to tell you….” And the door bell rang. SHIT!!!!! I gathered my confidence for this door bell ????

“Special is here I guess. I will just go and open my door.” Her eyes sparkled.

“ohk..” I was gathering my confidence once again. Let this ’special’ thing come up and I will give her the best thing in the world.

“DJ come here!!!”

“No…..take the special thing here.”

“ohhhhkkk….as you wish.”

And I saw the ’special thing’. He was a tall, handsome, muscular boy.

“Raj ….meet my best friend DJ..”

I smiled but didn’t understand how ‘he’ was special. May be I was a dumbo.

We shook hands then she introduced Mr. Raj to me.

“DJ…this is Raj….” And she blushed “…my boyfriend.”

PS: worried about college.

PS:song of the post

kahin to hogi(jaane tu ya jaane na)

PS also read AN EVENING TO REMEMBER and also THE CHOWKIDAR

The Chowkidaar

I usually go for walk during night because I like the privacy in darkness. But that day, I decided to go for a morning walk.

It had rained in night so the road was wet. I have a fixed path for walk ~ Katara Hills Road, then out of the colony to finally a newly built Government Hostel. After that, there’s a dead end. I would sit there, listen songs and drool into my nonsense thoughts.

As usual in 15 minutes, I reached the Government Hostel and sat on stairs. The hostel is newly built and no one lives there. In night, it seems to be haunted place and therefore, there is much more fun going there in night.

I was listening to music. As the song reached to my most favourite lines, I heard a Chowkidaar shouting at me.

“Hey…mmmm…Boy..!”

I stopped the song. He was in his late-thirties or early-fourties. He was fit because he came running towards me. I had seen him for the first time, may be because it was the first time I went there in morning.

“What are you doing here?”, he shouted again.

“Nothing….just relaxing.”

“Is this a park?”

“Umm…well no..the place is nice. So I just thought…”

“Chal chal…….now leave.”, he said.

He was sounding so arrogant that my mind also started functioning like that. Who was he to spoil my morning? The place is isolated. Why not use the government property! And what harm I can do here!

“Hey….this is a public property. Everyone can use it.”, I said. After all I was more educated than him. I can make him dumb.

“Who says?? This is a restricted zone.”, he said and pointed out his finger to a pole.

“The main gate is supposed to be built there. It is forbidden to come beyond that.”, he said proudly.

“Where’s the gate? I can’t see it.”

“It will be built in a month.”

“Ohkk…then I won’t come after a month.”, I said and laughed.

I was enjoying the argument. It was a morning time-pass. I was feeling the power of education. Education brings confidence. And after all, I am an IITian also. This very thought made me indulge into unneccessary controversies.

“India is a free country. Everyone can go anywhere. If you say its a restricted zone, you must put a notice board here.”, I said.

“Hey…..don’t you teach me. You leave from here or not?”, he was agitated. I was enjoying.

“Ohkk……first proof that this is a restricted zone and I’ll leave.”, I said.

He left speechless. This increased my over-confidence.

“Show me some legal document or guidelines which says I am not allowed to sit here.”, I smirked.

It was fun to tease an arrogant Chowkidaar. I started playing my song again. And he left.

“Wait a minute, I just come.”, he yelled.

“I am waiting.”, I exclaimed.

May be he was going inside to call his senior officials. Or to bring some document etc. to show me the proof. But who cares…!

I was again lost in the song and my nasty thoughts when I heard him shouting at me again.

“Now what yaar!!!”, I roared and looked towards me.

He had holded a long and thick wooden stick and was approaching towards me with a fast pace. He reached me in few seconds.

“So, what kind of proof you were asking?”, he uttered in rage.

Instantaneosly, all the power of education and the IITian’s reputation surrendered in front of the wooden stick. I was out of words to say something. I apologized politely and promised him that I won’t visit here again. I left.

Yaar……tell me one thing, who says?? “Kalam talvaar se jyada balwaan hoti hai!”

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PS — Really sorry for the soo soo late update.

PS — There are two reasons for this:

PS — I have become too lazy.

PS — My internet connection has cut down a few days ago.

PS — MTV Spiltsvilla ~ I like Yamini.

PS — Planning to watch next movie in Priya PVR only.

PS — 11 days left.

PS — IIT Delhi……….I am coming.

PS — Adios.

An evening to remember.

It was a hot afternoon when I got a call from my friend Rohit.

“Reach at 4. Late comers not allowed.” And he hung up. Shrewed ?? I didn’t care because the invitation was for playing football. The venue was a nearby college ground.

I had one hour for dressing up and getting ready. I always liked to be well prepared when it comes to football-playing or watching. Rohit was a good footballer too and a striker- same as me. So it was always a bit of a rivalry between us for the no. of goals scored. I was eager to win today. Confidence and well prepared I took my scooty and vroomed off to the college ground before time just to find there is no-one.

I parked my scooty and went in to the ground-made some rounds and came back to my scooty again. My friends came-including Rohit.

“Prepared for the battle again to loose?”, he said with a grin.

“time will tell”, it was all I said. He smiled again and we parted our ways going towards our respective teams.

We started the game and it took us seconds to score the first goal courtesy -ME. . It was my first goal of the day and surprisingly so early. It was obvious Rohit was angry on his defenders and he showed it by howling on them. I was enjoying it.

Game was still on and it looked like Rohit’s howling worked. His defenders were giving nothing away. I was finding it difficult because it had started to rain. But our defenders weren’t even letting Rohit to score. It was making me happier even though I didn’t score any more goals. But their team neither.

The match ended 1-0 and I celebrated it dancing in the rain. It feels always good to play football in rains. We went to our respective vehicles and all of them left but me. I always was the last goer and that day it came out good.

As I was starting my vehicle I heard a voice.

“Hey excuse me.”

I saw back to where the voice came from and saw a girl calling me.

“Are you Rohit’s friend?”

“yeah. i am.” Who will say NO to a beautiful looking girl soaked in rain?

“Where is he?”

“what happened?”

“He called me here….to meet me….”

“and he is gone…..phooh”. She smiled at this.

“can you do me a favor ?”

“yeah sure.” This was the obvious answer.

“can you drop me to the main gate.” Did I just hear that ??

“yeah.” Although I had to go the other way I decided against it and the reason was clear.

So, it was beginning to become a fantastic day for me. First winning the football match and then going on a drive with a beautiful girl although it would be small.

‘Things start with small and end up BIG’ I don’t know who said that but Mr./Mrs.Anonymous said it right.

So, I was on my scooty with a sexy girl sitting behind me and rain was falling on us making us wet. I started my scooty and started driving. I was driving smoothly because I thought driving smooth will be better rather than driving with brakes applied when you have a girl sitting behind, although many people think otherwise. We were quiet and may be she hated it and thus started.

“so….whats your name?”

“mine?” I was stupid. “Parth…and yours?”

“none of your business” WHAT!!!!!”just kidding….I am Akshita.” Sweet name.

“friends?” I finally asked.

“yeah obviously. You are a friend in need and thus a friend indeed.” WoW!!! Now was that a compliment?

“ohh..thanks.”

We had reached the main gate and she directed me the place to drop her.

“Ok..then …”

And I interrupted. “well we are friends now but are we gonna meet ?”

“lets see” And a boy riding a bike came and stopped near her. It was Rohit and she sat on his bike and he took her away from me.

PS:my first post with a 3 hrs break in between.

PS:its really a fiction.

PS:The first post with images

PS:song of the day- IT WASNT ENUF (good charlotte)

Part 2 IIT Bombay and IIT JEE Counseling

Day 2 was counseling day. After discussing with many IITians, I came to know that any branch in IIT Bombay will do better than other IITs. So, I had put IITB quite higher in my preferences list.

We reached the Convocation Hall and at sharp 9 am, counseling started. Some so called eminent persons gave their speech while I was busy in counting the number of girls present out there. I had intentionally chosen the seat where the concentration of girls was quite a bit higher.

As everyone knows, the only thing in which IITs have been unfortunate are ‘the girls’. There were very few of them. But still some of them were too good-looking.

The girl sitting in front of me was with her whole family ~ mom, dad, younger brother, mama and maami. It’d appeared she came here for some family picnic. Yes, getting selected in IIT is a big thing, but still I couldn’t stop laughing at this. The next half an hour, I concentrated towards the proceedings of counseling.

On the stage there were lots of professors seated from different IITs and backgrounds to answer our queries. Some people asked about scopes of branches, others were inquiring about new IITs. But the most interesting question of the whole session was:

“Can you tell me about the ‘expulsion’ rules of IIT?”

The professor got horrified and agitated of this. I mean who on the earth asks about expulsion before even getting admitted. The whole hall was burst into giggles.

Then we were told to sit quietly and patiently till our turn comes. While I and Anshul were busy in rechecking our preference lists, the girl’s mom asked Anshul:

“Whats your rank?”

“Aunty, mine is 4500“

“Ohh…and you Betaa?”, she asked looking towards me.

“umm..well…mine is 3612.”

“Ohh…my daughter has 2000“, she said in a glorifying manner. I felt pity that a girl has a better rank than mine. How stupid of me!!

Then we talked for more than an hour. The girl was beautiful, but she was a ‘Mummy’s girl’. I can say this, because she didn’t has her own opinions. She kept approving and nodding for whatever her mom said.

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Then they showed us music-videos on IITs. They were damn rocking!!!! I liked IIT Madras Video specially. It represented the college life of a student there. Then there was a documentry on IITs called ‘CBS 60 Minutes’. I must say I jumped off my feet after watching it. Some of the things which I remember and are worth mentioning are as follows:

“This is IIT Bombay. Put Harvard, MIT and Princeton together, and you begin to get an idea of the status of this school in India.” (Lesley Stahl, co-anchor on CBS 60 Minutes)

“And it’s hard to think of anything like IIT anywhere in the world. It is a very unique institution.” (Bill Gates, Microsoft)

“Per capita, IIT has produced more millionaires than any other undergraduate institution.” (Salon Magazine)

“The process for selection is absolutely draconian.” (McKinsey head Rajat Gupta quoted in Business Week article on IIT titled ‘Whiz Kids.’)

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After waiting for an hour, our turn came. Thank God, Anshul and I was in the same slot otherwise it would have been so boring. We were told to reach P.C. Saxena Auditorium where rest of the formalities are going to be happened.

The ‘Mummy’s Girl’ was also with us. It took 2 more hours for me to get completed. In the meantime, I talked to her to pass the time. I’ve got to know that she’s also from Resonance Kota. (I am from Resonance Bhopal).

Fortunately, I met with some students there who had worse rank then me. Also, a lady-professor came from IIT Delhi told me that 3612 is a very good rank indeed.

“New IITs have opened, seats have been increased, so your rank is very well above-average.”, she said. “Also in IITs, your branch doesn’t matters much. Infact, it doesn’t matter at all.”

I felt relieved after this.

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We had our return reservation to Bhopal the next night. But unfortuately, my dad got an urgent call from his head-office and he had to leave the Mumbai, the same day.

That night, I was alone in my hostel room of IIT Bombay, just like other students. I began to feel that I study here and that very feeling was the one I had been waiting for so long. It was heavenly. It seemed my 3 years of hardwork, late night studies, sacrifices and all have finally got some meaning.

I just kept laying on my bed looking at the roof for long time until I fell asleep. I was an IITian, at least for a few moments. But really, that was the time I would like to hold for whole of my life.

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I visited a few places like Gateway of India, Siddhivinayak Temple etc. the next day. We reached the railway station at 8 pm, a well 4 hours before train was supposed to arrive.

I was sitting in waiting room chatting with Anshul when a girl with her brother and mom-dad entered there. They were also for the same train. At first, she sat just next to me, but after a few minutes, she exchanged the seat with her brother.

She looked damn hot. I was just staring her, when her brother interrupted me:

“So are you here for IIT counseling?”

“Yeah. You too?”

“Yes.”

“So what is your rank?”, I asked.

“613“

Before he could ask my rank, I stood up and hurried towards toilet. Why it happens to me everytime!!!!

I prayed to God not to make them sit in the same compartment of train as mine. I really didn’t want to see her ‘613′ bro anymore.

Seemed the prayer worked out. I was in S-6 and they were in S-4.

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I don’t really know which branch/college I’ll get. But I can proudly say that I spent one of my most memorable days in the most-prestigious institute of the world ~ Indian Institute of Technology.

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PS — I love to write this post.

PS — It’d my two most interesting topics - IIT & Girls.

PS — If you haven’t read its 1st Part, you can read it from here.

PS — Liked it?? Or not?? Please comment.

PS — If you have liked this, also read a LOVE STORY written by me from here.

PS — Adios

IIT Bombay and IIT-JEE counseling 2008

And finally I saw it, the main gate of IIT Bombay. It was 6 o clock in the morning and I was half-awake. I had come here for IIT-JEE counseling with my friend Anshul and our parents.

“Hostel No. 3″, spoke the guard at the main gate after completing the formalities.

Let the magic begin.

IIT Bombay is spread over 500 acres, surrounded by beautiful Powai lake from two sides with a marvelous 5-star Renaissance hotel and Hiranandani Gardens standing along.

Just like every other IIT, it is also enriched by flora all around its campus. Many buildings of architectural masterpieces appear hidden behind the high coconut and eucalyptus trees.

I reached my room, took a short nap, got freshen up and departed out with Anshul for the ‘IIT-Hunt’. It was semester-breaks, so there were not many students there.

We wandered the corridors of hostel, watched the mess, TV room, Gymnasium. Yes, each hostel has perfect state-of-the-art facilities. Then we reached the common room to relax. While I was sitting astonished on sofa, a boy about of my age entered the room. He was looking sort of dumb and ignorant. He sat besides me and started reading newspaper.

“So you study here?”, I asked.

“Yup”

“Which year?”

“I’ve just entered third semester.”

“Which branch?”

“Electrical”

“Oops!!”, I yelled. Now for those who don’t know I tell you, IIT Bombay Electrical branch closes at All India Rank of around 120. So, the students who get it are the amongst the chosen god-gifted intelligent students of the world.

“Don’t ask his rank!! Don’t ask his rank!!!”, Anshul murmured in my ears. We had an average rank and so probably we didn’t want to feel inferior in front of this ‘Electrical Buddy’.

“What was your rank?”, still I asked.

“114. And yours?”

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After this pathetic encounter with an Electrical Buddy, I was determined not to ask anyone’s branch and rank here. Why getting depressed for such a weird reason!!!

We headed for breakfast for ‘Tansa’ House. Its a hostel and has a very good open-mess. Here there are no charges for tea and coffee. Even the bread and jam are free here. Everything is self-serviced  and people really do follow it with great sincerity.

After breakfast, I and Anshul headed for some suitable IITian to get help with our queries. ‘Suitable’ means someone of Metallurgy branch or M.Sc. Chemistry. Someone close to my rank.

While we were on our way to main building, I saw a boy wearing ‘IIT Bombay Tech-Fest’ shirt walking along us. He was short in height and had some acne problems on his face. I reached him.

“Hi, do you study here?”

“Yes.” He was walking fast, so I’d quite difficulty to match his pace.

“Do you know someone of Msc. Chemistry branch here? We need help for our counseling!”

“Yeah, go to hostel 6, there’s a guy named Bankim there. He’s in final year.”

“Thanks. By the way, what’s your branch?”

“Electrical”

O_ops again…! “Don’t ask his rank! Don’t ask his rank!!”

“So, what was your rank?”

“17“

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I stopped after this shock. It was the first time I’d seen someone of such high rank. All India 17. Mind blowing! I wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask what he did, how he studied, how he got such a great rank. But he was gone, in his usual walking speed.

We dropped the idea of going to main building and decided to visit Bankim at Hostel 6. My legs already had started to ache of walking. The campus is quite large.

Bankim’s room was in Wing 3 of Hostel 6 at the end of the corridor.

“Hie, Bankim?”, I asked as he opened the door.

“Yes”

“Sorry to disturb you. If you are not busy, we need some help from you. We are here for counseling.”

“Oh..sure. I was just sleeping. Come inside”

His room appeared perfectly a pile of books, deos, computer wires, posters of Mood Indigo, timetables. We talked to him for more than 30 minutes. His rank was 3105. So, it made us more comfortable to discuss our doubts with him. But he appeared more confident than those Electrical Buddies. He said, he’s a member of Placement Cell and is involved in many cultural activities.

“Msc. Chemistry student got the second highest package in IIT Bombay this year”, he told me. He also stated some of the companies like McKinsey, BCG etc. which visit here.

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Utterly satisfied, we left his room. Now we were hungry. We decided to eat in Hostel 12/13.

Hostel 12 & 13 are newest hostels of IITB. Inaugrated by Nandan M. NIlekani, Chairman of Infosys and an alumnus of IIT Bombay, these hostels are the landmark in the history of IITs.

Just look at them. Each of them contains more than a 1000 rooms. Their buildings are connected with a tunnel just like you have seen in Petronas Towers of Malaysia. Their jumbo-sized mess is totally underground.

Its quite a different experience eating with hundreds of IITians. Food tastes great here.

The best thing I noticed in IIT was the tee-shirts which people wear here. Leaving a few, everyone here likes to wear shirts stating some caption, slogan or company-logo related to IIT Bombay. I’d seen Mood Indigo Shirts, Hostel specific shirts, Inter-IIT Sports meet shirts, BCG, General Electricals, Tech-Fests, IITB Golden Jubilee Shirts.

“You say its our attitude, we say its our superiority. IIT Bombay”

“I am what you dream to be. IIT Bombay”

“Its never too late. IIT Bombay”

and others.

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rest continued in Part 2

PS — Waiting eagerly for the branch allocation scheduled on 30th.

PS — In the next post I’ll write about the girls of IITB and Mumbai.

PS — If you have got something about other IITs, please let us know through your comments.

PS — It was Parth who accelerated me to write this post.

PS — Good Bye.

Failures…the path to success

Whats the point in fighting when you don’t get anything???

But if you don’t fight you get nothing not even failures and failures sometimes mean more than success. They teach us how to go out and fight again.But still we want success even if the success may teach nothing better than failures.

Failures teach us how to be a lone rider….against the people against the world even against god sometimes.

So never go down when you have failures. They are there to help you reach the success.

More the failures better the success.

PS: wat did mumbai indians sing wen they lost to RR and dint reach the semis????………………………..DILHARA RE DILHARA DILHARA DILHARA!!!!!

PS:this was the worst pj

PS:question of the day: complicated(avril lavigne) or in gods hands(nelly furtado)

Just a ‘Tagging’ Post

I am writing tagging post for the first time.

Procedure:

Here is me filling up my first tag post.

The rules:
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you - Tsshar
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

So here’s mine:

• I love the doors and windows always shut. (May be to just keep all my non-sense thoughts escaping into the open world )
• I hate studying except when I am interested in it. And my interests do not include physics, chemistry and mathematics.
• I love going for walk in night instead of morning especially on dark lonely roads with my favourite music.
• I love girls with long hairs and cute smile. For example Avril Lavigne.
• I have no fond of eating. But, I have my taste in music. I always select my favourite artists and listen to them with complete devotion. Right now Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy, Rehmaan and LP are my favourites.
• I hate travelling because its too boring. I wish I could visit new places without the pain of passing my time in buses, trains etc. But someone has told me : Life isn’t for destination, its about journey.

So it was me. Now since I require to tag 6 more people, I tag Parth,  Vee, Sameer, Suda, Ankit and myself.

Proposal??

This was the first class for the year and as expected there were few ‘new admissions’. In fact there were only two new comers-both boys. Priyanka noticed it and also noticed one of them was coming towards her. The boy took the seat behind her.

“umm…excuse me!” came the voice from behind.

“yeah?” Priyanka asked.

“i am new here and don’t know what is our time table. Will you please tell me?”

She took out her diary and gave it to him.”last page” she told him the exact location.

“Priyanka Dixit.”, he murmured. Till now Priyanka had turned her head towards the board, but still she heard her name being murmured. But, she didn’t respond.

“Thanks Priyanka”, and he returned her diary.”I am Rakesh. Wanna be friends?”

“yeah .sure! Priyanka.”

“yeah I know. Read your name on the diary.” And they shook hands.

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Days passed by and they became good friends. They both came to know that they lived nearby and they had many interests same. Priyanka started having a feeling for Rakesh and Rakesh also liked her. They both enjoyed each others company in the class and outside the school. Rakesh was intelligent and thus he helped Priyanka in studies.

It was a nice evening. Cool wind blowing and the sun about to set. Priyanka was looking out of the window and she saw Rakesh on his bike standing outside her house.

Rakesh screamed” Come. lets go for a ride!!”

“OK. Just wait. I will come.”

“ok!!”

Priyanka knew that she can go out because she had only her younger brother in her house. She told her that she has some extra classes.

She didn’t wanted to miss this chance. She thought”may be he will propose me” and went downstairs smiling.

She sat on his bike and they vrooomed to the dam nearby.

“OH! How romantic?”, thought Priyanka. She thought her wish is coming true. They were both sitting on a rock when Rakesh said”I will come in a minute. You wait right here. I will be back.”

He smiled and went somewhere. Priyanka was all alone.

She started thinking about the day she met Rakesh and went into the flash-back of her life spent with him. She thanked god for bringing Rakesh into her life.

She saw Rakesh coming towards her with some flowers. Her heart started beating. She knew this was it.

Rakesh came to her and said, “Poor child. She was selling these flowers and I bought just to get her something to eat.”

” I know you wont tell me that you bought them for me.”, Priyanka thought in her mind.

One minute silence. No one talked and then Rakesh took a deep breath.

“Priyanka. I wanted to ask you something.”

“yeah. go on”, she said smiling.

“ummm……see whatever you think of this just please don’t be angry.”

“OK. Tell me first. I wont be angry.”

This was enough for Rakesh and he proposed.

“Will you be my……..”

“Say it Rakesh!!” she was desperate to here it.

“ohk ohk ..ya.ummm….ok.” he closed his eyes.”will you be my uhh umm SISTER?”

PS:NOT inspired from a real life story.

PS:IDEA came into my mind thru a conversation.

PS:DON’T try this at home

CopyCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

• Copying. Some say its an art. Some also say it is a science!!(ya i was also surprised hearing this) But no one teaches this art or science or whatever it is.
• Firstly, if its a subject it should be tought and that too from the primary level.(becoz of its importance)
• If its an art then the indian fimmakers are the one who should be the teachers in “Indian school of copying arts”( filmmaking is an art isnt it!)
• If its a science than we still have to progress much for this to build up. This is a serious issue….we gotto work on the basics.

     OHK!!! its getting bore. Lets go to the importance of copying.

IMPORTANCE OF COPYING:

• pupils get passed easily….WAT R THE PERSONS ON THE HIGH POSTS OF EDU. DEPART. DOING!!!!
• becoz of this no one will fail and this is wat everyone wants …..isnt it???
• if copying made legal…..no one will go for the GORAKHDHANDAS(giving xam on behalf on other person)
• GORAKHDHANDAS will stop!! wat more do u want???
• everyone will pass and no one will fail that will make the competition more tougher. tougher competition will act as a stimulant for growth in the education of the people of india.
• NO ONE will fight for getting QUOTAS!!! How??? ohk let me tell you…..wen everyone will pass and noone will fail they will get thre degrees easily… now wat for quotas are required????
• The shows like paanchvi paas will get stronger TRPs………see. wen everyone will pass easily the companies will not be sure whom to hire. So, they will watch the shows like paanchvi paass so that they can actually get an paanchvi paas.
• More levels of these type of shows can be introduced….(barvi 12th passed, 10th pssed, B.A pass, CBSE 12th pass, BE passed, Bihar board pass…..etc etc)
• wen everyone will pass thre will be no need to make the curriculum easy!!
• wen everyone will pass no one will commit suicide!!! every education board has the fear.
• wen thre is no fear the boards can work properly…..(darr ke aage jeet hai!!)
• this will make mountain dew even more popular..(refer to the previous point)

As you all know everything has disadvantages…every coin has its pros and cons…….etc etc ……so i have gathered(unwillingly ) some of the negatives….

• The GORAKHDHANDAS will stop and that will increase unemployment (so sad )”
• The shows like “kya aap paanchvi fail champu hain” will get more TRPs than “kya aap paanchvi paas se tez hain”
• The UDAN DASTAS (people who come for checking in the schools during xams) will be stopped from operation……another reason for unemployment

But on the whole, a thing which has soo  many (I didnt even count) advantages and sooo lil disadvantages should be quickly applied…its the need of the hour!!!!!

 

I m thinking of taking this to the ‘education department of india’ for approval….wat say????

 PS: the author tried copying once and was caught.

PS: if this was allowed the author would have been an IITian