Tuesday, August 03, 2004

College and Kamla Nagar.

Dunno, why I'm writing all this..just recalling my college days......just like that...no intention of being heard.

First day college was as eventful as weather report on DD news.
Nobody took notice of me, I was wandering here n there....without knowing where to go/hide, well nothing happened..just noted down the timetable and came back home. Totally disillusioned.

Next day, went straight to the classroom, there I met my classmates....we were 7 guys and 9 girls, 16 in all. and by the time we passed out, we were reduced to 5 guys n 9 girls. 2 guys dropped out after first year.....second day was also dead boring, nothing much happened, we attended different classes boring teachers came and asked our name number hobbies etc....not much ragging happened in subsequent days barring some weird dance show or odd song recital (all their moves backfired)

Well, since having spent all my life in a boys school, so short-skirts (no not minis, just above knee length types) and even presence of girls was bit awkward for me, I was too shy to even look at the girls, forget about talking to them. After a while, got used to them...(read got used to ignore them)

And my lack of social skill helped me made 3 new friends there...Manoj, Vikas and Sushil, we 4 formed "Da BoyZ" group, though these guys studied in co-ed school but they were much more shy than me. And till the end of graduation we never interacted much with the "Da GirlZ" group.

Our daily routine was, straightway going to hostel, having the breakfast of the lunch we brought from home, attending classes if any, again going back to the hostel, then roaming in the kamla nagar....relishing chacha's chole-bhature and shakes at the nearby shakes shop. so full bindaas masti in 13 Rs. flat. This remained our routine all three years spent in the university. Manoj,Vikas and Sushil they all are really studious types..and I was totally opposite, no infact was as boring types with no thrills n frills.

We guys hanged around the gate of St.Stephen's eating bhel-puri , drinking nimbu lemon and passing our "mature" views about the girls. Fun part was, we all l inked each-other with some girl or another and cooked up hell lot of stories :-)) , waise Manoj was senti about Divya hahahahha, even today after 10 years her name makes his face red , and Vikas was bit too much involved with himself..his image,impression etc etc though he always tried to link himself with almost all girls of our class but we never trusted him ..and rightly so, in first year he was after Jagpreet and in the second year he tried to befriend Vandana and in the final he made valiant attempt to woo Ruchi but he backtracked after meeting her body-builder type boy friend :-)) , Vikas yaar, waise 1 baat boolooon ..tera kuch nahi ho sakta :-)) :-))

I'm not going to write about Sushil, the sensitive guy, he was bit too much involved with a girl and ended up on the wrong side. No I'm not going to write about this.

Apple of my eye was Harneet Kaur Bhatia :-) ..wow wat a beauty, she was simply awesome..mindblowing and what not (try to look from the eyes of a 18yr old guy yaar), all three years I admired her....bunked the classes and did miserably in exams..and more admired her :-) , and I was as comfortable talking to her as Yuvraj facing Muralitharan and I hardly talked with her for more than 20 minutes(Cumulatively in 3 yrs) but those moments were just too good. I still remember her six-digit phone number ;-) (digital exchange nahi thi tab)

Today after 8 years, everything has changed drastically in our lives but whenever we meet, our college time stories never fail to make us laugh.

School-Tales n Friends.

  • Ist--> Arvind --- used to sit on same desk, eat n play together..till 6th standard.....then he decided to spend some more time in 6th standard :-)
  • 4th --> Rupesh Saxena --- he joined the school in 4th standard....as usual had a fight with him within a week of his joining....then we become best of the pals, after 7th his father got transferred to Ahmedabad and we lost contact, I still have all the new year greeting cards u sent to me and one letter u wrote to me from Ahmedabad, hey I still love you and miss you. and think abt u atleast once on ur B'day..1st Feb.
  • 8th -- > Ashish Mangla, ..oye Daggru Pandit, I'm sorry for that punch and all the resultant blood that came out from ur mouth..... near the water-tank after the recess. I know, we were never the best of the friends......ur sincerity n dedication was mindblowing.
  • 9th -- > Milin.....we were togther right from 1st standard...but became good friends coz` of our terrific chemistry on the football ground....saale tu 90% of the time off-side hota tha :-)
  • 10th -- > In 10th standard when whole class was busy worrying about the boards and stuff, I was more interested in ITALIA 90, and watched each n every match religiously...and Roberto Baggio and Klinnsmann were my heros...I once wrote on my school bag..."Super-HuMan..Klinsmann" :-)
    I remember, we were given a half day off before our first pre-board exam, and instead of going home, me and Vinod (he was late bloomer...but started to play decently) went straight to playground and started practicing "penalties" :-) and our physics teacher "PC sir" caught us playing n blasted us like anything. Vinod, I won that day 4-2 ;-)
  • 11th -- We were in heaven n were treated like Gods..after all we were in 11th-D... the most sought after class....and were regarded as cream of the school..(I'm sure sour one)
    Had a blast during 11th, bunked classes and strolled in nearyby Gole-market and sometimes at Mohan Singh Place (CP) the jeans heaven :-)), made best of the friends. All of us were alike..CRAZY..total mad....., Jha, Vinay(Mota), Rawal, Bhatia(Yogi), Amit Kapoor(Charlie), Atirek (yaar tere naam ki spelling badi confusing thi and hai)
    Amit Shrivastav (original evil-brain) , Sameer, Rajesh (Daaku), Girish, Vijay(this guy never smiled in his life).
  • 12th -- Everybody become serious in 12th and, coaching classes / engineering preparations / entrance exams / and off course football remained only topics of discussion. As usual I was always more keen of completing the football match rather than finishing practicals or attending extra classes.
    Its just impossible to re-collect all the memories of school in words, those golden dayssssss...

Without doubt those were the best days of my existence.