A walk down the lane

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.