Readers disclaimer:- Before you read ahead it should be sure that you can keep things in your stomach and things mentioned in this post should not be talked about later; specially to my parents.
Well last night, i just started recalling my last two yrs life in kota and actually i just couldnt make out how to grade it. These two years were surely memorable, memorable enough that i would probably relish them throughout my life. Here are a few more additions into an earlier post of my many sweet memories..........(and a few bitter ones)
As i started recalling the good days, most of those came in the first year.I remember enjoying those lovely rains on the terrace of our house....................... and our pg ( paying guest house) was well surrounded by girls hostels which was one big reason for it. On the other hand i just hate to remember, sitting on those iron benches for six long hours (phew) ..... it just used to be terrible and to add to it the non-coed class used to have more then 150 students packed in it and one had to bear subjects like organic chemistry for two hours on a stretch.( miseries to the limit)
I loved those nights when we used to attend the 'bhajan sandhya' at Janmashtmi at the temple near by. It used to be a great fun with all freinds up late till midnight. A great time, celebrating janmashtmi.................... hooting, jumping and more of hooting. I remember those nights after the tests when we used to enjoy; enjoy in not knowing how many ways ...watching movies, playing cards, road tafri, and even ragging the students of eleventh (after we had taken an year of experience in kota) and this used to end at about 4 with the morning poha and tea .... i just loved walkin down for it.
I remember standing behind the auto's as our ferrari waalas (as we called them) wroomed on NH-12 or the one sunset which we saw in 21 days ( damn i just cant imagine how those #^!*#* could give us just one holiday in 21 days).I even remember those naps in the class when a lecturer used to cross the limits of boring someone in two hours ( well they actually made it the first time i took naps in class and they did not leave any chances that it becomes a rare occasion)
I really loved that cool breeze before the rain........ i hated the insects later. I loved sleeping after a good day of study ........... i hated to wake up in the morning and do it again. I loved discussing topics with my freinds............. i hated when it turned into and argument. I loved the meals on sunday morning ............... i hated those of just the next day. I loved to study and give the tests..................... i hated to see the results. I loved to put raids on the food items from freinds houses..........i hated when it was with me. I loved to study there for my aim........ i hated those times when i used to miss my home.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Poem:- Just carry it on .....
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
when friends are low and doubts are high,
when you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest if you must but do not quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as everyone of us sometimes learns.
and many a failure turns about ,
when he might have won had he stuck it out.
dont give up though the pace seems slow,
you may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it sems so far;
so stick to the fight when you are the hardest hit,
its when things seem worse that you must not quit.
when the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
when friends are low and doubts are high,
when you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest if you must but do not quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as everyone of us sometimes learns.
and many a failure turns about ,
when he might have won had he stuck it out.
dont give up though the pace seems slow,
you may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it sems so far;
so stick to the fight when you are the hardest hit,
its when things seem worse that you must not quit.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
..Making friends in kota..
"We meet to create memories, we part to preserve them"
well this is a very good line that i read in my friends slambook. And probably the line that joins anybody back to all the good people he or she has ever met.
Well around two years back completing my 10th with a high determination and a zeal to excel i landed at this place Allen Career Institute in kota....the well known educational hub 4 IIT and premedical aspirants with high expectations upon my shoulders and a bit of numbness of leaving home all together i had to get started to make up my life and this is the same for any1 who comes up here. I did leave back my friends my schoolmates unknown to the fact of what sort of a company i fall into in this new land.
The initial enthusiasm didnt leave any vacancies for a few weeks but slowly it lowered and rose the will of making new friends in this new place &............for an introvert person this had no ease. Eventually things needed to be changed ( along time) and i came across different students from different parts of the country different cultures, different accents, different behaviours, but a similar aim. Daily i increased contacts with those who studied along with me in the institute.We talked about different things and found that the things happening aorund were quiet similar there are similar type of teachers ewhere similar lectures by them similar scoldings and ya even similar rewards people had the same thinking ewhere so overall the nation had the same brain but changed the getup. And so childishly each of us tried to convince others that he belonged to a better or developed city and eventually we learnt that how much was there actually at the places where we had been living for so long and had never cherished it before.
Friends through friends and more friends helping each other with doubts in the class, to bargaining in the markets started takin away the feeling of our distance from our relatives and enjoyin the group of friends formed here all knowing that we all are here on the same boat and it is better to row it in the same direction. And then my friends list started filling pages......PB, AC, SV, NV, NS, AC2,AG,KL,AR,SJ,AG,PT,VG,AG,SC,PC,JS,AR,........................................................
......and so did the class notes.:-)
Days passed we gave tests some did get depressed sometimes so by joking it away with him or just cheering him up in someother way others got him back on track. We played together, studied 2gether, ate 2gether and enjoyed many different things on even the rarest of an occasion to get back some energy to rejuvinate our minds to work on our main track.
From walkin out for tea at 3 ( late night or early mornin whatever u call it) to the cricket matches in the corridors of our house( leading 2 a speach from the landlords) from making maggi( or whatever we knew how to cook) to having a huge discussion on topics that confussed us from waking up each other in the morning to the nsp till night we friends used to be together.
We celebrated birthdays ( probably one thing which none of those with me in kota can forget) pouring anything that comes in ur hands on the lucky guy and giving him some good birthday bumps. though i wouldnt have actually written many things of the fun we had but now we all are away heading towards our destiny but on different tracks and all that are left are those lovely memories and a wish to meet those good friends back and as soon as possible..
well this is a very good line that i read in my friends slambook. And probably the line that joins anybody back to all the good people he or she has ever met.
Well around two years back completing my 10th with a high determination and a zeal to excel i landed at this place Allen Career Institute in kota....the well known educational hub 4 IIT and premedical aspirants with high expectations upon my shoulders and a bit of numbness of leaving home all together i had to get started to make up my life and this is the same for any1 who comes up here. I did leave back my friends my schoolmates unknown to the fact of what sort of a company i fall into in this new land.
The initial enthusiasm didnt leave any vacancies for a few weeks but slowly it lowered and rose the will of making new friends in this new place &............for an introvert person this had no ease. Eventually things needed to be changed ( along time) and i came across different students from different parts of the country different cultures, different accents, different behaviours, but a similar aim. Daily i increased contacts with those who studied along with me in the institute.We talked about different things and found that the things happening aorund were quiet similar there are similar type of teachers ewhere similar lectures by them similar scoldings and ya even similar rewards people had the same thinking ewhere so overall the nation had the same brain but changed the getup. And so childishly each of us tried to convince others that he belonged to a better or developed city and eventually we learnt that how much was there actually at the places where we had been living for so long and had never cherished it before.
Friends through friends and more friends helping each other with doubts in the class, to bargaining in the markets started takin away the feeling of our distance from our relatives and enjoyin the group of friends formed here all knowing that we all are here on the same boat and it is better to row it in the same direction. And then my friends list started filling pages......PB, AC, SV, NV, NS, AC2,AG,KL,AR,SJ,AG,PT,VG,AG,SC,PC,JS,AR,........................................................
......and so did the class notes.:-)
Days passed we gave tests some did get depressed sometimes so by joking it away with him or just cheering him up in someother way others got him back on track. We played together, studied 2gether, ate 2gether and enjoyed many different things on even the rarest of an occasion to get back some energy to rejuvinate our minds to work on our main track.
From walkin out for tea at 3 ( late night or early mornin whatever u call it) to the cricket matches in the corridors of our house( leading 2 a speach from the landlords) from making maggi( or whatever we knew how to cook) to having a huge discussion on topics that confussed us from waking up each other in the morning to the nsp till night we friends used to be together.
We celebrated birthdays ( probably one thing which none of those with me in kota can forget) pouring anything that comes in ur hands on the lucky guy and giving him some good birthday bumps. though i wouldnt have actually written many things of the fun we had but now we all are away heading towards our destiny but on different tracks and all that are left are those lovely memories and a wish to meet those good friends back and as soon as possible..
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