# Realised the seriousness of this word when I accidently called one of my senior, a ‘Despo’. Don’t want to write what happened next. (Better lets not get into those details! )

Hmm….so lets start. When a guy enters IIT Delhi, generally he has two options. Firstly, to continue with the same spirit of studying like a ‘Maggu’ like he did for the last 2-3 years or second, to live up. And as you’ve guessed, I chose the latter one. And when I saw ‘people’ here, it seemed the decision was correct. Delhi is a heaven for anyone who is sincerely not sincere in studies. Against my expectations, my college also constitutes some part of this heaven. Majority of girls of my batch and even my senior ma’ams are too alluring. (Oops….I just forgot my seniors read my blog too…! Sorry Sir!

Initially, the ‘boy’ inside me urged a lot to talk and improve relations with the pretty girls present out here. But the ‘fattu’ inside me didn’t help. And thats the thing that gradually converted me from a ‘Frustoo’ to a ‘Despo’.

So lets us first define a ‘Despo’. A Despo is a person who feels pity for himself because he believes he has high affinity for opposite sex, but is still deprived of it. Basically, a despo is a person who is not aware that he’s good for nothing when it comes to a girl. Despos are quite different people and I’ve tried to reflect it in following points:

# Despos have an extraordinary ability to be get depressed by looking at a beautiful girl.

# Sometimes they feel that finding a girlfriend is far difficult than finding an extra-terrestrial life.

# They are one of those rare species in world who can laugh at themselves for their poor fate.

# A Despo talks to a pretty girl only in his mind.

# A Despo takes a pledge everyday that today he’ll do something……and ends up being more desperate after failing to do so.

# There are some Despos who feel proud at themselves.

# There are some who don’t.

# But it doesn’t matters. A ‘Despo’ will always be a ‘Despo’.

So by now, you must’ve got a hint that I too resemble the above category quite well. Everyday here in Insti or outside, I watch couples ~ pretty girls & ‘chu___’ boys, together and curse my bad luck. I think getting depressed has become my hobby now. But a good news is that I am not alone in this ‘Despo League’. Especially in IIT, one can find a complete army of Despos. I hate being one, so one day, I, along with my other two despo friends ~ Manu & Bambo, decided to change our fortune.

ADC ~ Anti Despo Committee

We formed a union named ADC for the sole mission of killing the ‘fattu’ residing inside us and recovering ourselves from this tragic despo situation. It was decided that everyday, each of us would talk to any girl for any reason at least once. And if in case, someone couldn’t, he’ll have to call it a ‘Chu_____Day’.

So since then, each day we approach some girl(s), sometimes walking at roads, sitting in groups, in classrooms, Nescki, WindT, market etc. and talk to them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. For instance, when we asked a girl the address of Munirka Market when we were already standing there, she just mumbled some blah! Blah! words to us and left.

I am trying our best to recuperate from this  awful stance. Lets wish me some luck.

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PS — Really wanted to write more, but have time constraint.

PS — I hate food here.

PS — Plans to visit NIFT Delhi soon. Just checked its way on Google Earth.

PS — I wish no girl from my batch reads this post.

PS — Celebrated a senior’s birthday yesterday. Ara Rocks!

PS — Still love Avril.

PS — In case you didn’t notice, I hate food here.

PS — ADC Rocks!

PS — Adios.