I had 95% attendance…and got placed

I had 95% attendance…and got placed
I wish this would happen when you would be in formals, sitting in front of some gentle yet threatening persons probably a country head of your desired company, asking your attendance and offering a blank cheque to you after hearing it 90+.
This would happen when your attendance will be the authorizations of your intelligence, when your teachers would rather be aware of your attendance than your marks, when your papa would feel pride enlightening your attendance in front of your neighbor  when a proxy would be sold in 1000 bucks, when students would commit suicide for their short attendance, when 100% attendance will be the criterion of honours degree.
Hard to happen. But keep hoping. May be a day arrive when you would be rewarded for rubbing your a** on benches your class.

that's how we suffer...in civil

If you get up late in the morning and being tardy for your first class, Never aim to reach at the college building till 8:30 because it will take another 15 minutes to reach at civil department until you would run like osain bolt. However it’s a different thing that you may not find students as well as teacher in the class and contradictorily in some cases you were not allowed to attend classes because of only being late by 5 minutes. Perhaps that’s why I call it unpredictable department. Here all depends on the frame of mind of faculty and the amount of quarrel they have last night with their spouses. :P

Only Civil department has its own block in the college campus. Every block whether it is AB1, AB2 or AB3 are being shared with two or more branches, AB4 is not. Why? Ever thought about it? Let me tell. What happens when a mother gives birth to a baby? She is segregated from the home and all facilities are provided her there. This period is called sohar in hindi. Same scenario happens when a person left the world. The house is considered isolated from the society. I think civil department is going through the period “sohar”. But let the time decide whether civil department is on the rise (taking birth) or on the deathbed. :P

...i trapped her

…I TRAPPED HER

14 feb. 2012                                                                                                                12:00am

“Valentine Slam page

1.   Name three things which u wnt to see in in ur bf?

Ans.                                        

2.  *With whom u wnt to fall in love?

Ans.

3.   Whtz ur fantasy?

Ans.

And so on…….” ( I dnt remember all questions)

(* special attention)

Ths was the msg which I sent her in all in the mood nothing-gonna-be-wrong.

She replied,” -------,with my crush and ------“ respectively.( I also dnt remember  the answers of the qu. whichever I remember.)

                                                                                                                    11:00pm (on the same day)

We were playing t&d on phone through sms. I am simply too good in that, soon u will be explained the reason.

 “Ask ur qu. ur qu. will decide the level of the game”, I messaged her.

 “who z ur last crush”, She started with the most common first qu. in t&d.

“I was expecting ths. bt As matter of fact u knew her name.,”I sent mischievously. (She actually knew.)

“k..thn ask urs. ur turn.” She replied. As she had completed the formality of setting the level. Although I was expecting the question. But wasn’t aware of this kind of feedback of my answer. She was playing like professionals with no distraction, Concentration only on the game. I don’t think m.s. dhoni had been such oriented while winning the world cup.

k. who z ur latest crush?,”I simply followed the level set by her with no anticipation. But however, it turned too big to her. She quit in just second question.

Abhishek, I cnt answer ths,” she could manage herself to write this. Although I was not so anticipated with my question yet somehow, it turned into a tricky one. First time I smelt something wrong.

Why, wht hppend?,” flood gates were wide enough to flow out my testosterone and I started raining the question after question and every time she denied. But few more smashes and she verbalized my name which I had sensed earlier. But one thing still makes me amazed. That’s ok I asked her to play t&d but who said that play it fairly?

But anyway she did what she could. Now it was my turn because that was nothing. Main attack had to be come into action when I asked,”wht abt 2^nd qu of slam page?” I had trapped her.

“We’ll talk tomorrow”, message came after 15 minutes.

WHT ABT 2^ND QU.,” I repeated. I don’t know what was she thinking? But I was in the sense of achievement.

We’ll talk tomorrow na.” she also repeated with 1 extra ‘na’.

Does she need time? May be she does. She is a shy nature girl and not so spontaneous so perhaps she needs time to prepare her script to re-grip the situation. But my trap is too big to get rid of that. With all these thoughts i granted her time. “k..thn bt plz clear all ths.” I sent this and got into the blanket. It was about 12 o clock and valentine day was lasted successfully.

Next day, i woke up and before that i could open my eyes i looked my cell which was flashing one message. it was her. I went through it. It came at 3:00am. Four words were glowing in it. I LOVE YOU abhishek.

THE MTU RESULT

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I have an empty sheet of Microsoft word in front of me. Surely I wish to write something, that’s why I am here in front of the most admired software for writing purposes. But words seem to get attached in my mind and are reluctant to coming out to develop a thought. I have already deleted this above text almost ten times and again used ctrl+z confirming a serious lack of new brainwaves.

Finally I decide to write on very current occurrence. THE MTU RESULT.

That was just a normal day for me till 5:30. Sun was going down to the lap of horizon. I was enjoying the evening with one of the typical classic novel “The winner stands alone” by Poelho choelo. That was a valentine season so as they say love was in the air. But not alone love; there was lot of tittle-tattle of result being out accompanying the love filled air. And we all knew that at the end of the love-result season post result effect will overrule. So valentine season was on the verge of being ruined (exception is ‘The toppers’. magnetism increases for them with the result).

I got a call from the most active person of the class. I guess he will be prized for winning the secrete contest-“WHO WILL SEE THE RESULT FIRST”. And in so hurry he conveyed the message to me. So mathematically I was the runner-up of the contest neglecting a few probabilities of seeing the result before me. No sooner did the massage fall in my ear my legs rushes to the computer. Opened the site, entered my roll number and my father’s name, and a formality to check I am not a robot. I could sense my heartbeat. It was all there in front of me, i circulated my eyes over the entire page to find the “three digit number”. It was at corner of the page and it displayed “only” say x. I guess the word ‘only’ is sufficiently explanatory for the following numeral. As soon as I saw the result few biological changes began to occur in my body:  adrenaline began to flow at faster rate, my inner got all wet by sweat, heartbeat was low but intensity was increasing and now I could have felt them better. I checked the name twice willing to see a different name but I got only disappointment. 

I came out from the room. Sun had completely dropped; Birds had gone to their nests and there was complete darkness.

I was already terrified by the thought of facing the class next day. The horror increased when I got to know the following percentages of my classmates 75, 78, 83, 74, 72, 77. And adding to that, the average % of class had hit the 73. One thing was clear by that I had to prepare my face expression for next day.

“This semester I really worked hard, made some self-notes, attended the classes properly. Still I got this. I don’t deserve this.”

“No you were not regular, your internals were not good, you hardly attended few quizzes, your presentation was not clear in your externals copies.”

I was stupidly arguing with myself. Knowing that this won’t change what had happened.

Whatever has happened has gone. I have two options from here: a) let it go and become dejected and discouraged or B) show them what you are and what you can be. It’s time to prove yourself. Because as the say: transformation always occurs during the moment of crises.