Sometimes when we are free, all alone then we got a chance to peep back in our life, to remember our good and bad time. Remembering which a smile arises on our face and when somebody asks Why are you smiling ? what happened ? we end up by saying nothing, but the truth is that, that smile is the most beautiful smile and there truly exists something which gave you that smile. The same nothing, I told to one of my colleague when she asked me what happened , while I was reading a mail. The mail that remind me of one day, perhaps the first day of my so called College Life. I remember when I was in school and once got a chance to visit my Brother’s College, the life their fascinates me and I dreamt that one day I would also study in some college, dreams do come true.

It was the first day of my so called college life, people usually don’t get late on the first day, and I sway I did my best so as not to be an exception but alas I were.! Perhaps, I was the last one to enter the class which comprises of mixed kind of faces who were all strangers to me but who knows that these strangers should transform into perfect friends one day. I sat on the second row, with a tall slim boy who introduced himself as Manoj, that was the first name from CS GCET 2006-2010 that I came to know. Behind me were sitting two more strangers who turned out to be my best pals of all time, One of them was mighty Bansalite, the thing that fascinated me about him was he had done his engineering preparation from the same place, and the second one was a lad from Gorakhpur, about whom I can only say that he was the guy whose last impression was always going to be better than first one. So on the very first day, I got three wonderful friends. Three friends with same white shirt, with third button red, black trouser and those bloody PT shoes.

The real fact that I came to understand only after my four years of engineering is its never your college that makes you an engineer, it’s always your hostel that brings out the engineer in you, luckily we have an awesome hostel who had a warden who existed in hostel permises only when no one needs him. The days were always fine, the real first year stuff we got to know when we returned from our classes and we found that our seniors were desperately waiting for us on the stairs of hostel and then started the distribution of juniors. We had been allotted to different seniors and then started the real awesomely awesome college life. A single 4 seater room 14-15 seniors sitting like kings and 10-12 juniors standing in front of them some were performing skit, some were dancing like shakira, some were behaving like Tarzan, some were selling groundnuts, some were swimming, some were flying Aeroplane and some were trembling. Then started the long lived chanting sessions of our GCET Anthem, the awesome way of Muski Pochna, The amazing way of asking the name of senior and our marvelous ninty. I don’t know what’s there in me for I was the first choice of my seniors. They ragged me like hell and they loved me like their younger brother. They told me that one day in my life I should miss all this, they ragged me at that time and I didn’t liked it but now I remember all this and just want to go back in my life and to live the same life again. The best thing about memories is you don’t know it when you are creating it.

There doesn’t exist a single semester of which I am able to tell all the subjects, but in my mind still alive all the bakar sessions that we had after 2 beer bottles. The best part of my college life is not when I scored good in some subject in some semester or I scored good in some sessional but it was when I got detained 5 times in my four year B.Tech and felt good because we got three extra holidays. I didn’t remember any of my subject in which my preparation were going good but I shall always Computer Organization in which out of three sessional exams I appeared in only one and scored 1.5 out of 30, and that bloody semester in which I scored 30. I never feel regret of anything that today I wish I had not done. I have my friends who studied like if it’s the only thing but later or sooner, we all are at same place. I still remember the words of my RTS teacher who threatened us because we are the worst coder that ever existed on this earth, He told us we could never do coding, I was depressed at that time but today I realized things come with time, Life would give you everything that you need if one day you need to do coding then you will learn it automatically. Its of no use if you learn things under pressure, the best thing in life is learnt by choice. I’m thankful to all those who are essential ingredient of my so called college life recipe for giving me so many memories and thank to god because they are still part of my life. Things and persons come and go but what they leave is memory. Cheers to all such memories.

I don’t know, why I still remember her even after 17 years. Perhaps the reason being certain similarties between us, the one I like most was we both loved competitions. We both were good students. She was fair white with brown hairs and light brown eyes, like many other muslim girls. We were friends from the first day of our so called school life, she accompany me in my rickshaw. I remember, how i eagerly curious to know whether she was going school or not since the time rickshaw started from my house and the journey between my house and hers was accompanied by so many assumptions and corollaries, and there were unsaid and unexpressable happiness I had on my face when I realised she was coming. It was her mother who came with her to drop her to rickshaw. I remember how her sparking eyes searched her mother as rickshaw moves on.

My Mother used to tell me not to share my water bottle with anybody, but it was she with whom i never fear to share anything. We had been distributed pencils when the day started, but I always brought with me the pencil that my Father once bought for me from Dehradun, while he had gone for some Bank training and I usually gave that pencil to her, so that she shoul be happy. We used to sit together and I never liked when somebody else sitted with her. We usually fought on the stupid topics like if Ghosts exist or not..?, I used to tell her Stories of ghosts, that were created by my Brother to take an undue advantage of me, I remember how my brother asked me to do some task and said if i refused to do so, he would ask his Ghost friend to bite me and I usually told her that my brother had a Ghost friend, but she always told me that her Abbu said there was nothing like ghosts in this world, and then we fought. I once been to her home when it was her birthday, She came with her Elder sister at my home for invitation and then how my mother refuse to send me their because of muslim locality, but my 2 hours long weeping finally won over my mother and I was dropped and picked by my brother.

I don’t know how I still remember all theses things, and why I remembering her after such a long time. Her face was like a dream but still I believe I shall recognise her if she come in front of me. We studied 3 years together and then my Father being promoted and transferred to Farrukhabad, I don’t remember last time I saw her, perhaps that was on the Parents Teachers meeting when we had been distributed our Report Cards, but i never realised on that day that after 17 years I would miss her and write a post for her. That’s life we never know how easily persons come and go leaving their footprints on our heart, Though sometimes they go but we still feel them around us in the fragrance of air and warmth of sunrays. My Old friend I miss you

Today its being a prosaic day for me, Its the third time that the Dhobi has lost my clothes and this time really i’m going to take a portentous action against him.. I hope the time I’ll complete my B.Tech I have gifted him more clothes then the centuries of Tendulakar.. Please pray Tendulakar score less centuries .. Its being quite tedious to attend College till 5:00 pm and to maintain 75% of attendance.. I’m sick of it.. From past three years I’m doing the same thing.. and its quite monotonous.. and unwillingly I just want to cross the walls of this college.. and then the food.. the food of mess.. I’m feeling proud on me, how can I tolerate such harsh treatment by mess authorities.. anywaz there are thousands like me and atleast I’m lucky from them in many respect and Its better saying everyone like others thing, forgetting the fact that we are other for someone.. quite ironical but true.. I don’t know why I’m writing it.. just to console me or to hide my mortification.. anyways just lyk other days I went to mess few hours back.. Lyk everyday there was a protracted queue.. and again I was glad to find there were more valiants in my hostel then me.. asking one of my friends sitting in the last seat of mess and attempting to cut the potato(I guess) by spoon.. Wats in the food.. He asked me Well if I’m not seeing it..?? Good question .. Question of an engineer and thats the quality of engineer they never give direct answer.. but unfortunately me too is an engineer I told him that I’m sabzi blind.. He laughed and told me even after eating it he couldn’t identify it… and then we two laughed.. Then he told me he guess it mite be Mushroom.. Thanks to mess authorities for filling some humour in my sombring life.. Well I buried my plan of dinner..

Its quite a pleasant ambiance today, It rained and the soil is giving winsome smell.. I like to have a walk.. Well walk is a part of my daily routine but still its more jubilant today.. Cool strokes of breezes are making an attempt to give me a pleasant sensation and really I like it.. Its quite a wonderful atmosphere.. I’m taking a long round.. at the end of path I instituted few homogolize faces .. three persons sitting on the ground and discussing something very important.. Two are my classmates.. Deepak Goyal and Rahul Pandey.. I don’t hesitate to disturb them asking them the criteria of eligibility for giving minors again curse on the person who introduced the system of Attendance .. It can’t be less then 70% .. I ask him.. Are you sure..?? He laughs and I really don’t like it because I’v 68% attendance that doesn’t include 2 of my subjects and hopefully it shall cross 70% but still I’m not sure.. anywaz who cares for my satisfaction.. What you guys are doing..?? Sanghosti(Debate)..?? and If you want to join us u can join us.. So its sanghosti I always like it.. he told me each day they do like that.. They discuss on current topics.. I laughed.. without having any reason.. Its my habit to laugh when nobody laughs and to sit quite when everyone is laughing that’s why I know I’m different.. So you guys discussing on wat..?? He told me come on sit down we shall tell you all.. I sit down.. He ask me not to attend any phone calls in between of sanghosti.. I don’t know whether it was a comment or instruction.. Okie fine dude.. there are three sitting Rahul Pandey(CS-3rd yr)[R], Deepak Goyal(CS-3rd yr)[D], Yatish (EC- 3rd yr)[Y] and the fourth one me Pankaj Verma (CS-3rd yr)[P]…
D: We discuss on very debatable topics.. and to speak in English is not allowed in this sanghosti..
Y: I hope you feel difficulty in speaking pure hindi..
P: Well the first thing is Debate is always done on debatable topics so u seems quite stupid by saying We do debate on debatable topics and second thing is I’m quite good in hindi.. and that is pure hindi.. and you can judge it.. and I’m quite gud at Paryavachi(synonyms)..
R: Just tell me the synonyms of “Ambu”…
P: (I’v not heard of it previously and I’v heard of Ambuj.. and I know its meaning but I know they are 2 different words) Firstly I smile then I continued.. Prason, Megh(I mix all which i guess can be its answer) blah blah and more blah blah..
D: I do expect it from you It seems I’m wrong when you start answering(He is referring to prason) but then everything is unveiled.. they all laughed..
P: Hehe.. I’v done it all intentionally to make u laugh people.. and then it was me only who’s laughing.. and I’m the one who got 96 in my hindi..
Y: So this is the topic of our today’s debate if number reveals the indepth knowledge..
P: Offcourse they do..
Y: I don’t agree..
P: Its all an opinion and your agreement or disagreement can’t mould the fact..
D: Do you remember the example of Wahi Ahmed our Data Structures teacher.. He told in class that he got 98 in Physics and he accept in class he doesn’t know anything in Physics..
P:I don’t.. I’v enough things to remember rather then such fucky things.. but still I do think that number reveals something..
D: Ya something is okie but not everything..
P: I agree.. So you do agree that numbers reveal something..
D: Well tell Rahul him the problem statement of our Debate, that we left yesterday and planned to continue it today..
R: Suppose you are a graduate who passed out from college and u have a girl friend(I smiled..) the bad thing is you are unemployed(I see him in such a way to give him threat..) and the girls wants to marry you.. and the worst thing is your parents are against it.
D: You have the option to leave the gal without letting your parents tell that you love any girl and that is totally injustice for the girl and the second one is you let your father told about girl..
P: Hmm… Nice topic..
Y: You are not here to give comments but to give arguements and solutions..
P: It depends upon many things.. We can’t only take decision on this much information only..
D: Suppose that the girl is totally dependent upon you..
P: I’ll leave the girl.. If I’v to answer in one word..
Y: Isn’t you are doing injustice to the girl..
P: No, Not at all.. I’v my reasons Well I want to ask you one question.. If you are given choice to choose between Capital punishment or Life imprisonment.. What will you choose..
D: Offcourse Capital Punsihment..
Y: Capital Punsihment..
R: Capital Punishmnet..
P: But I’ll choose Life Imprisonment.. (Well upto then I’v come in the mood of perfect debate It seems they three have taken One side and Me on other.. I’v an option to squeeze out the exhaustness of the day in form of words..)
D: Then you are an asshole..
P: Only you think..
Y: This is nothing to do with our topic .. Why are you diverting from topic..
P: I’m not diverting from topic.. I’ll correlate the things..
Y: Well don’t you think, its just the desire of family members of not allowing for the marriage.. and moreover.. Don’t you think that its quite a bigger injustice to the girl if you shall not get married to the girl who is totally dependent upon you then to the family members who have not any reson for not allowing you to marriage..
P: (I’v become quite hot till then) Its you think.. Tell me one thing How many years are you older.. hopefully not less then 22 years.. how many times did your parents think wrong for you.. Dude they are the one who always think for your betterment.. but this is not my reason of leaving the girl my reason include unemployment .. Since I’m unemployed Its quite obvious how can I fulfil mine and her basic necessities.. and since I’m doing it all against my parents wish then I’m a narcissist I can’t expect any help from them.. and then In this way though we marry according to your desire even then we can’t we happy.. and the injustice that you are speaking is just for a moment.. nothing wrong shall happen.. Time shall heal everything that girl soon get a well dude and then she don’t forget to forget you.. but still if you loose your parents then you don’t have other option.. and you are of nowhere..
R: In short you shall do injustice to the girl ..
P: who said..??
Y: you..
P: No its not injustice.. There is a better option also available.. If i truely love the girl I’ll ask her to wait till the time I got a job…
D: Then It means you do an adult marriage.. New crime.. (They all laugh.. Me smiled…)
Y: But I’ll be against you.. and I’ll marry the girl because i think sooner or later I’ll win over my parents and succeed in convincing my parents and then in this way I’ll do injustice to none..
P: You think.. and you are an asshole..
D: Me too agree.. not on your arguement but on the fact that he’s an asshole.. (We all laugh)
All it seems that in such a cold ambiance .. the weather doesn’t like our hot talks.. It start raining slowly..
D: All I think that we have to finish our debate now..
P: But the topic is not end yet..
D: We don’t want to wet before minors and the sangosthi shall be continued tomorrow from this very point..
It was a nice yet uncomplete debate and I like it.. We all three start moving towards hostel.. and I was thinking all of it.. I don’t know whether I was right or wrong.. but still it made me to think.. It made me to think of something.. The problem is very general and found in many of the slums leave slum even in the big cities we found many faces.. and in the newspaper every fourth news have the heading which reveals the fact that we have discussed, so many suicide cases, so many divorce cases all because of the problems that we have discussed but still initially youth think themselves to be right initially and later on everything is in front of all of us.. I’m not saying that I’m right but still i say my opinion is better..