First day…..
My alarm
beeped again after I snoozed it for 3rd time. 8.30am “oh god”! am late again. I sprang out
my bed. Took bath, selected a random
pair of dress from my closet. It was 9am already. I came out of my room and my
breakfast was already kept on the table.
My dad reclined on sofa and was watching some morning news channels. He gave a look of ‘Late again’. His frowned forehead spoke those words. His
looks where interrupted by mom’s words ‘ Eat some more what’s the rush’?
Yes mom’s
are like this. The shower of her love doesn’t stop no matter in what situation
I’m in. My Mom is my savior in my home. She always backs me in all right and
wrong things I do.
I quickly gulped
the food. Bid bye to my mom and started
for my college. My college is about 23 kms away from my home. And to my
restlessness, the autowala was leisurely driving enjoying the songs making me
more late. I too was submerged in the
song ‘jil jil jiga’ of ‘Happy days’ enjoying its beats. This song explains what
exactly is students life in college. I loved that movie.
Atlast I was
in my college. Wait, where the hell is my mechanical class now? It was 10.05 am
already. I looked around to ask someone. Luckily office boy was present busy
collecting the attendance registers signed by the lecturers.
“Can I know
where is 1st year mechanical class is” make it quick am new joinee,
I said trying to breath.
“First class from first right from the entrance”,
said office boy. I thanked him.
As I was
nearing to the class, I heard a female voice trying to explain something in her
top voice. The nearer I went the louder the voice was heard.
write it down, the feminine voice ordered the
class.
Her Dou x / dou y chants were interrupted by my knock. The
whole class looks turned towards me.
“Yes”, she said to know what was my intention to interrupt
her. “I’m new joiner ma’am” I said. “yeah come in and be seated”, she said. And
even before I took my seat, she started her dou x/ dou y chants. I was looking
for a seat in last benches but only the front row was empty. ( no matterwhat time you enter the class, you always find first row empty for you. )
Left with no option I took my seat. Took out my new Classmate
book and tried to write down the notes. Not this sh*t again. Differential
equations chapter.. Same sh*t in intermediate. History repeats. I hate maths.
To save myself from this disgusting math class I craned my neck to see my
classmates. There were about 40-45 boys and 15-20 girls. I took a look towards
the girls row. After seeing them, my disgusting Differential equations were
looking more beautiful than them.
“ We will continue the left out problems tomorrow” our ma’am
said. I was relieved. “And we gonna end this unit tomorrow itself” I was happy
to hear the word ‘end’ in her sentence. The smile dint last longer as she
continued ‘ and we gonna start new unit called ‘differential equations of 2nd
and higher order’.
Oh God!! Not again.
After the lecturer left the class, I scanned the whole class
in order to see are there any familiar faces. Yes, there was a guy whom I know.
Balakrishna. He was healthy ( I preferred word healthy coz he will kill me if I
call him fat ). About him, Balu was a
brahmin boy with fair complexion with good height and most important thing
is he always wore vermilion on his forehead.
Education was his nightmare. His father paid 4 lakhs for his seat making his
nightmare come true. I went to him and got introduced my self. He took enough
time to recognize me. And next to him was Chetan, studious guy. He always kept
his eyes glued on board. Beside to Chetan, another studious guy by name Anirudh
was present. They were not of my type. I gave warm handshake to both and was
talking to Balu. And we heard some loud laughs from the last bench of the 2nd
row. Another familiar face, Nikhil, my friend’s friend. I went near him and
before I tried to introduce myself, he recognized me. And about Nikhil, he was
a gadget geek. And a type of a guy who always say ‘I dint prepare for the
exam,’ but attempts every question and scores good marks. Yes, we all have such
a person in our gang who always lie.
The laughs were getting more louder, beside to Nikhil there
was guy who was making fun of his neighbor by imitating in his accent. Yes he
is my type of person. Nikhil took the initiative to introduce me to him. His
name was Siddarth. About him, his parents stay in his village some where in
Andhra. He came all the way to Hyderabad and stayed in a rent room in Kukatpally.
Next to Balu, education was a nightmare to Sid. But a very good dancer. He was
hungry all the time. Or We can say 24/7.
yoooo.. lol..soo true.1st day to first year of mech. engg. is full of hilarious things..
really portraited beautifully....