shayad meri shaadi ka khayal....

One thing is out of my comprehension that why everybody around is going so excited over the thought of my marriage. Here at home my parents are serious about looking for a suitable son in law and there my friends are seeing me getting married in their dreams, I would call it nightmares rather.

Let us take parents first. Yeah you heard me right, at home my parents particularly my mom is going quite considerate about all the qualified-fetching-big-cheques, deserving, tall and handsome, having-nice-family-background candidates they are getting proposals from. Since in our Indian culture it is customary that only girl-side approach guy-side that directly, so it was obvious that all those proposals they are getting are indirectly. Like from some mutual acquaintance, or from their subtle hints. For them its like a usual duty that every parents is expected from. What they don’t understand is that they wont be defied from being called parents if they execute this process after a couple of years when I am mentally prepared. I mean give me a break. Here I haven’t even finished my education and they are trying to indulge me in something that is not less than any phobia for me. And when I say the same that let me finish my masters, let me get settled in my new job that hasn’t started yet, let me have my own time with getting used to all that is going to happen with its consequences and a new place, you can very well predict their smart answer if you have been in touch with any smart parents - ‘ so where did we order you to get married, just look around and let us know which one you are interested in. At least see him, and talk to him. And if you feel like marrying him just let us know so that we( both the parties involved) get assured and anytime whenever you people feel comfortable, get engaged. Marriage can happen right after one year when you complete your MCA and done with all your exams. We are not disturbing you or your studies in anyway. Things will proceed the way you wish them to. And moreover don’t you see they people are more interested in you. It doesn’t happen all the time and with everyone. ’ PHEW !! . Believe me if I say I am dead scared about all this marriage funda at this moment. I may boast of my adventurous activities in or out of college (Though not much time remains after doing these interesting things after college), people might know me more because of my ultra cool nature, my multiple and never ending khurafatein of different varieties and more-than-one-offer-letter-in-hand thing but seriously this girl who is a courageous and guts ridden for all, is actually not better than any pigeon-hearted soul when it comes to anything remotely related to shaadi-byaah.

Whenever something related to this is discussed in my home, I simply just walk out otherwise it gets ended in an argument. Since my side is heavier given the fact that I haven’t completed studies and my folks are trying to push me in shaadi aka barbaadi, most of the times I am not held responsible for this walking out or not so heated argument. Infact they end up with ‘beta, don’t get upset. Its our duty and we are doing it. We assure you this wont come in the way of your studies or anything. Ok ok don’t be angry. We will talk and do about it when you will approve. So don’t worry we wont talk about it again.’ But I see that every other day my ma comes up with the same convincing-session and try hard to make me melt a bit in hope that some time I will say ki ok go ahead with the talk with this guy/family. But no kind of diversion she could make in my mind till now. This all began to happen in this manner (with this intensity) after my placement and having seen that this is my last year in studies. A couple of aunties in our colony who sees me as a prospective bahu in their home amuses me more when they begin to praise me and themselves until I tell them explicitly to take their leave whenever I unfortunately bump into them. Of course it feels nice to see that you are made up of stuff that people see you from that respectable angle but honestly speaking I am least interested in this whole thing. Reason, I am just not ready to abandon all my freedom, independence and all the bonuses that come with this my present ‘single’ status, all of a sudden. Then I really don’t want to get indulged in these ‘grahisthi ke dhandhe’ so soon when I havent completed my studies yet. Then I don’t want to be the one to start this marriage series in my friend circle. Though most of my friends are committed but no one of them is married yet. So why should I straight forwardly jump into this M status without surpassing the status that come in between, moreover people with C status should be given high priority as they have been in queue for longer period. And then most importantly the idea of putting up with someone who I don’t know inside out or outside in, who I don’t understand, or who I am not frank with, who I know just for a little time that too most probably a projected image, under the same roof scares the day night out of me. I want to be free as long as I can be, without any jhanjhatt, any panga.

On a better part, today when my ma was talking to my mamaji when he came our home, everything was alright. The moment she started this shaadi stuff I walked out giving her that furious look. I came to know my mamaji was in favour of my mom but sensing my reaction to this whole issue he advised my ma to put a pause on this for atleast a year. Later ma told me to not to talk about this issue for a year to come. A big relief came to me. In hindsight I know this thing can anytime pop out whenever she again get some indirect gesture from some bahu-hunting parent. And I am thinking over an idea that will neither lead my parents to complaint me that I am not even seeing any guy nor I will have to force myself for a ‘baal-vivah’. Guess what, I will see him, I will make him read the paper edition of my this post then I will tell him what a big shopping buff I am. I will tell him in detail, if needed with pen on a big chart, that what a spendthrift I am that how easily I can shell out all his hard earned bucks and how cleanliness freak I am. If he is a real man (who is apparently averse to cleansing, shopping and spending his hard or easy whatever, earned money with the frequency of Left’s threats to UPA government) he will take a better decision of giving up and remaining bachelor through out life. Isnt it again proved that I think and act in welfare of everybody ?

How damn interesting and funny my friends dreamt of my marriage in their dreams (nightmare?) will be up there in coming post !

Just another day

Its not less than any big irony that this sem I don’t have that hellish schedule like last one where all the time was occupied with studies, projects and all that jazz. Bunking classes and going out was hardly possible. This sem is a far cry from that past routine. And still I don’t find time to update this blog on every alternate day as I have always wanted and tried to.

Every day we 3 friends me,mehta, kapur can be found bunking, or checking out malls nearby or far-by :p, or crossword if not malls, or accessing net in internet lab, or strolling to juice shop for those yummy shakes with lotsa dry-fruits, or traveling in bus to get to the Ganpati plaza where this parantha-wala makes real tasty parathas of different variety, or sitting on the stools gulping down idli or mysore dosa at one of the idli-dosa experts thela in jaipur that luckily happens to be located just on the walking distance from our college or enjoying roller coaster ride on rikshaw (not auto) to that famous lassi wala on MI road. So you get the picture, that is where and how we spend or invest or waste our college time on. In class tests when other friends ask how the test went, me and kapur reply- jaisa mehta/bagal-wale ka hua. So study is something that we used to do once upon a time. Though if here I begin to start this once-upon-a-time story it will also turn out to be an interesting journey.

Traveling with bus in place of that usual kinetic-sawari daily is a different experience itself. You begin to learn the different types of smells of sweat. You begin to learn to curse those multiple deodorants companies who don’t believe in aggressive marketing, targeting each every bus traveler. You begin to learn that you have a great tolerance power than you actually think of about yourself. You begin to learn to tolerate when some sweaty uncle or aunty or bhayya or bahanji brushes your hands with their wet salty hand skin. You begin to learn that how important a small space is to most of the population. You begin to learn to shrinken yourself to the extent that you wonder how much scope is still left when conductor keeps on stuffing people like pumpkins. You begin to learn to digest those songs that otherwise you will make somebody listen as some punishment.

But then you also begin to learn that this is how most of the population commute from here to there. You also begin to learn the experience that many other experience. You also begin to learn to understand the conditions that many people are living in. You also begin to learn the importance of those circular coins which so many people are dependent for their daily commutation. You also begin to learn to feel the significance of those couple of coins while gulping down the gol-gappas for the same coins in return. You also begin to learn to revise your childhood lessons that teaches you to pay respect to those senior citizens or some elder aunty and so you learn to offer your seat to this class of society with a humble smile. You also begin to learn to appreciate your own FM in your cell phone. You also begin to learn to feel that sweet feeling after offering your seat to some old aunty/uncle and seeing their thank you on their lips or in their eyes. But then you also begin to learn to face the situation when the same uncle/aunty tell you unspokenly that it was your duty and their right to have the seat. You also begin to learn to understand that no work can be more boring than dropping people from one place to other for the whole day that too on the same route. You also begin to learn to say thanks to your parents and god that you are living a decent life that most of the people out here only dream of, you also extend your thanks thinking you are not too big either to sit in these buses and appreciate the life that is far better than that of many others. You also begin to learn that its not the place, it’s the company that makes any situation enjoyable. You also begin to learn that you can share your jokes with your friends in that crowdy and suffocated atmosphere also without bothering that how much effort you are making to stand straight and not to fall on anybody. Crux is you begin to learn to travel in local buses just like you have learnt to travel in airplanes !

I mean I am kind of person who believes that everyone should get the experience of everything. No matter you live with it or not, you require it or not, you will get benefited or not. You never know when this experience helps you at some point of time in dealing with situation you have never expected. Every experience enrich your understanding with life, I think. As in this case observing different types of people keeps amusing me and forces me to really appreciate the real adjustable nature of we Indian.

On winamp- kaun hoon mai (MP3) , next one is title song from same movie. Liked both songs.

By the way yesterday I saw chak de! In rajmandir with 8 more friends. Rajmandir becomes the obvious choice when it comes to the ticket amount and distance. Otherwise nowhere you can find the emerald ticket in just 60 that too with good hang out points adjacent to like MI road, a couple of happening malls, McD, Pizza Hut, Barista and a couple of more. A couple of days ago I read great reviews about this movie and then I read on his blog also. Its been like whichever movie he recommended I just loved them be it Yahan, Viruddh or Mr and Mrs Ayyar. Though they didn’t make that much news nor made any great business but I could not help but highly appreciate them. Same goes with my bro, whichever English movie he told me to watch I just enjoyed and liked them be it remember the titans, men of honor, departed etc. So I guess there are some people who you blindingly believe on in some matters like i do when Kapur says 'yaar this class is not worth attending' !!

Do U Dare ?

So continuing the last post, here the story begins of a great dare! It was a dead boring RTS class going on as usual . We were sitting in the last rows as usual. That day I had my digicam in my bag so I was passing time by reviewing previous snaps and clicking some new ones (of course with flash off !) here and there. Like sinking more downwards in chair and clicking at my friends and classmates. Then god knows from where Chotu blurted out - “anu challenge, mam ki ek photo leke dikha aur front face !” . And me- “ mere ko challenge dene ka matlab jaanti hai, waise mujhe kya milega agar foto successfully le bhi li to ? “
Chotu after thinking for a few seconds- “ek 10 wali 5 star, bol himmat hai ? “
Me- “ abe tu himmat ki baat chod aur 5 star ki tyaari kar le “
After this I tried to settle down myself in a position where I am not in direct view of mam. Though this is what I do everyday to make our endless chattering and interesting activities so as not to interrupted by the whosoever teacher is standing there. So after a good struggle of holding Cam this way and that way, this angle and that angle, I finally succeeded in taking a snap of mam. Guess what ? She noticed me doing this and what more even I realized by her facial expression ki she has seen me. In brief she got to know ki this gal has taken a snap of her and I also got to know that she got to know this. But since I was in one of the last rows and most junta was sitting ahead of me, hardly any one of them knew (except ones sitting in my row and behind me) that I clicked something. So everybody out there didn’t even observed that nano seconds’s expression on her face except me.

When I saw the snap I found it blurred, thanks to the extra zoom I made so as to make it as close as it can be ( you see, the great photographer wanted it to be the perfect one). Futher more I guess cam shook a little bit so that also affected the photo quality. Here is how it looks like

So as not to let chotu throw any tantrum on the pic quality and ultimately rejecting it, the quality-lover, a brave soul and a great photographer in me pushed me to take another better shot. And yeah I took after a couple of minutes. In fact it turned out to be the better one if not that perfect. This is the next one for you all to see. If you observe you can also notice her eyes at me.

Yeah, you guessed right this time she decided to voice her fury on me. Told me to stand up. I stood firm and confident. She asked me what is in my hand. I told her its camera. She then asked me what I was doing with it in the running class. And then those stuff that any teacher is expected to blurt out on seeing that some student sitting right in front of them dared to take her pic. Something like,
Mam- so u know wot you were doing! So should I take you to the coordinator of this institute. (The highest in rank in my campus is coordinator after dean. Dean hardly makes it to the campus after so many out of station visits)

Me- mam I am sorry.(Though I was not exactly)

Mam- what sorry, you do such stuff in class and say just sorry and think everything is ok.

Me- mam I am extremely sorry.( You were not content with ’just’ sorry, I put the word extremely before it. Is it fine now ?)

Class was looking at me. Their expression showed that they are no surprised seeing me as the doer of this adventurous job. Most of them were winking at me, smiling at me and requesting by their facial expression to stretch this conversation to few more minutes so that they wont have to tolerate this dead boring and useless class. I mean really this teacher sucks a big time. Except few people with poor choices don’t like this class at all. So guess what, it was my classmates who were making me more amused than the mam’s scolding making me perplexed. Some more similar types of statements were thrown by her and so some ‘really’ sorry from me. When conversation was not progressing anywhere my friends got an idea and prompted me to tell her ki ‘I bought this cam this morning only and it fell down just a couple of hours ago so I was trying to check out if its working fine’ . My reaction to this was -’ yaar mai nahi bol rahi ye jhooth waise bhi genuine nahi lag raha !’ .
Their response was -’ abe tere liye ab koi branded jhooth leke aye? , bol nahi to gayi to ! Initially it didn’t appeal to me but when they kept prompting me endlessly I had to say what they had said to me. Obviously what followed were some statements like - ‘So you could have check it ot immediately after the class’ .

Me- ‘mam I was just curious to know if its broken down!’

Mam- ‘so you found only my class to do this’ , anyways whatever do give your explanation to GNP (our coordinator) sir. Come out !

Me- ‘mam I said sorry.’

Mam- ‘See this wont work out , I have seen you doing this 4 times before’

Me- ‘mam I just did it one more time that you also know very well. Its not four times. (as if some criminal is saying- ‘my honor , I have committed murder just two times not 4 times. And how you dare to say 4 times! . Fortunatley or unfortunately ,I don’t know, she was uttering her stuff so guess didn’t listen this from me)

Mam- (After seeing that I am also uttering something) See whatever, come out of your seat . I take you to the Sir, he will decide whatever he is to do with you. I am not saying anything.

Me- see mam, I am not that kind of person (what type of ?) you might be thinking of, ever since my more than 5 years over here (I did my grad from same college) I haven’t been indulged in anything like that. You can ask anybody out here ! And this time it was all because I was worried about my newly purchased camera. That’s it. (sometimes senti stuff works, I thought)

This time class started to ‘ please mam, leave her’ .

Mam- see its all fine, but I don’t care about what you did, what I am seeing is this, right now. Tell me your roll number, your name ?

Me- (Guess what, this time I am smiling infact chuckling over that senti statement I made with that 5 yrs thingie and all, ask VP whose class I always used to end up with a couple of comments or for that matter PH, whose class I was caught dozing off, two times. The way I do my assignments, the way I am able to make unity in class so as to make mass bunks are not hidden from anybody. So controlling my laugh was not in my control now. Infact when I was responding with giggling, it rather seemed spontaneous and more of ice braking moments in seemingly tensed situation .) So I in quite light manner - mam I said so many times, I am sorry. It wont happen again . (unless or until chotu offers me the biggest 5 star )

Mam- no give me your name and I am not going to allow you to sit in my class. I will give you attendence!
Me- (Wow no class and full attendence, that’s what I want !) It wont happen again L

And seriously speaking by this time I was getting bored of repeating same stuff again and again. Here my friends began to spoke -’ mam sorry , she was just checking out her cam. Nothing else’ , and all that usual stuff. In a couple of seconds almost whole class was like - ‘mam please pardon her’ .

Man, you wont believe she looked so happy listening so many people’s ‘please mam…’ .

After a couple of settlement statements she told me to sit down and continued with her lecture. Well, after all said and done, I didn’t expect ki so many of my classmates will actually voice themselves. Moreover as soon as I sat down chotu said ‘ yaar sorry, meri wazah se teri daat pad gayi’ . My response was beyond her expectation - ‘ pagal hai kya? Ab lag raha hai ki PG mai ake kuch kiya hai . Dekh aj tak kabhi class se bahar nahi nikle, kabhi dhansoo wali daat nahi khaayi. Lag raha tha post grad level ka kuch kiya nahi aur waise bhi class se bahar nikalna to purana fashion hai. It was something different, you see !!’

Chotu- ‘ I am so proud of you yaar !! ‘

Her mouth was wide opened enough to accommodate an apple and then followed her disgusting smile and
then followed that combined laugh of we two with a couple of more friends sitting in neighborhood.

In the later part of class mam continued to complete her lecture as usual and me and chotu kept on talking about this new event . She was eager to know what was going on in my mind during that whole conversation with mam. This is how it goes.
Chotu- oye tujhe dar nahi laga when she told you to take you to the sir’s cabin?

Me- dimaag kharab hai, dar lagne wali kya baat thi. Mai hilti hi nahi apni jagah se. jabardasti kaise le jati. Waise bhi uski baato se nahi lag raha tha tumhe ki abhi thodi der baad khoob saare ‘sorry’ sunke chodd degi.

Chotu - pagal hai, tera roll number aur naam pooch rahi thi wo !

Me- to bataya kya, nahi na. bas ab wo kaun aur mai kaun !

Chotu - beta tu sahi hai !! I am so proud of you , infact everybody is. Lekin hum log to ek baar ko dar gaye the.

Me- darne wali koi baat thi hi nahi yaar . Its just the matter of handling risky situations. By the way meri 5 star nikaal !

Chotu- abe le liyo! Aur tu kya wo seriously bol rahi thi, 6 yrs of stint in this college and all ? It seemed to us that you are on the verge of getting all senti. Aur pagal stupids ki tarah hans bhi rahi thi ! sachii bata tujhe dar nahi laga ?

Me- honestly speaking yaar, surprisingly sachhi mai bilkul nahi laga. Infact mujhe aisi gazab ki hansi aa rahi thi mam ke azeeb azeeb se facial expression dekh dekh ke . I cant tell you how did I control it in such a stressful situation. Moreover I was laughing on my own senti things, soch rahi thi kitna fenk rah hoon. But whatever it feels nice that I have something. PG mai akar bhi kuch nahi kiya to kya kiya. Waise now onwards you be careful to challenge anu ! Aur kal pakka se meri 5 star mere haath mai honi chahiye nahi to you know…waise telling you one thing , I don’t take gurantee for other subjects but in this subject I will make you all see my marks above 90% in all tests and all that jazz!! By the way did you really expect that I will do it ?

Chotu- not at all man !pata hota to 5 star promise karti ?

This is how class came to an end talking about what happened recently and explaining how did I felt at different moments of time. As soon as mam left the class most of the groups who can be categorized as cool ones told me the same - ‘ great yaar, you have the guts !’ My own group went like -’ beta you rock. Aj kiya hai kisine him mat wala kaam’ . Next day when I reached college so many girls who met me in campus knew about this incident. It is like we do have 2 groups of MCA class. So my friends popularized me in other group too. All had similar kind of lines - ‘ amazing yaar….’ . Though most of the girls from the other group already know me, but for some positive things as they say. I was shocked to see ki how these people got to know about this and same time was telling my friends ki kyoon badnaam karne mai lage ho. But they have all positive side to portray this incident. We all laughed out loud when appu jaan came to college next day and said -’ yaar I don’t know how on earth I could afford to be absent yesterday. I really missed it. Can you do it again ? ‘

That’s the story of some 2 weeks ago. After that on Saturday one minor test has also happened. Most probably I will get decent marks also. Thanks to a little bit of help from Mehta!

Writing it all over here is just to treasure those fun moments and reliving them we friends have spent together. Though while at the start of the class I didn’t intent to do anything like that. It was just a momentous decision to execute something which was given to me as a challenge. And I had my way to get rid of the trap I was in ultimately. When I think of this incident now it really seems some big risky venture, I don’t know why I didn’t realize this then. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t depressed even for a second. When I listened so many girls’ responses the I pondered that was it really that big thing. A couple of exchange of inputs from me and chotu just a couple of days ago in same RTS class sums it up -

Me- yaar, now when I think about that photo incident, I realize that it was actually a hell of adventurous task! Surprisingly I didn’t come to me when I was actually clicking that dam photo.

Chotu- yeah, that’s what I was thinking ki tere dimaag mai kyyon nahi aya ki kya problems ho sakti hai !

Me- yeah, but idiot , in general its good na that the thought of all those hurdles and odds doesn’t come to your mind before whenever you are actually going to do some adventurous, risky job at some point in your life.

Chotu a sweet friend, the one who was behind this unique and memorable event was staring at me having listened some serious and wise words from her most non-serious and un-wise friend !

Ps- I am not checking my typos I have made in this post as running out of time and bandwidth too. So bear with me if you can. I know you wont feel good about it if there are some, even I am not feeling good either about this.

A typical day in college !

It’s the first post ever since my college has started again. I mean its gonna be the first one solely on typical college masti and all. So first it started with 3 electives we people supposed to choose out of 6-7. My whole and sole criteria for selection was the time of classes and difficulty of the subject and the scope of cheatsing in tests that in turn depends on the number of gals selects that particular subject. Like if more number of gals do select some elective there are more chances of effortless cheating, otherwise cheating in itself can be a struggle. So first thumb rule go for the elective that many people select. Secondly go for the elective whose class happens at the suitable time, like I didn’t go for GIS(Geographical Information System) because it is conducted at 10 AM to 11 AM and my all other classes start from 12 and ends at 4, lab from 4 to 6 is different matter. So had I chosen GIS my schedule would have been 10 to 4 rather 12 to 4 and all our tafribazi and masti would have got a back seat. You see how much tough decision we have to make just because of that attendance thing. And in case if you reminds me of proxy-way, let me tell you girls in my class are not that much equipped with real mettle. When it comes to putting proxy of someone, almost whole class comes to me and kapur, and we as bindas as one can be do it, in everybody’s welfare. Some 3-4 she handles, some 3-4 I handle on regular basis. But when it comes to speak my or her proxy nobody comes forward that audaciously. Now you see such a small yet strong non-profitable-organization we form.

Well, Its like we have 2 compulsory subjects (Artificial Intelligence and Computer Graphics) and then we have to choose 3 electives that forms total 5. It’s so ironic that almost all subjects do have a good portion of mathematical thing but still they look so boring. Last sem was hell and this sem looks quite light, comparatively. Nothing like that 8AM to 9 PM schedule because of that hell of demanding project, placement worries and all. If compared this sem is really a mild breeze. Top of all even gals who used to be real block in arranging mass bunks don’t throw that much tantrums anymore. That’s different thing that I could arrange only one day-long mass bunk till now. Managing mass bunk for some particular subject is comparatively easier. At times it happened that gals were discussing about bunking the class they were sitting in but nobody could bring them out of class. As soon as I enter the class, I hear voices from many mouths ‘ oye bunk karwa re’ . And in next few seconds class is empty. If you think it’s an easy task, its not. Making sure that nobody is in or around the class is not actually a cakewalk. Otherwise the concerned teacher will catch the bakri and explore what’s the plan. The real challenge comes in convincing those highly confused souls. But I proudly proclaims that most of the times I get success. Same goes with making the teacher wind up the class. Nobody except me and kapur dares to start ‘basssssssssssssssssss’ when its just 5/10 minutes left in finishing the class according to time table. No matter whole class want it badly to be wound up but everybody will wait for me to start yelling ‘mam bassssssssssss’ . At times I do. At times I go like ‘ok 1,2,3 start ,bolo- mam basssssssssssssss’ . Again you have to care about right timing and temperament of the teacher. I just wonder how many of them will take risk (calculated one on that) and enjoy doing adventurous things in life if required.

When it comes to electives, let me explain which ones I have chosen over which one and why.

1. PRIP (Pattern Recognition and Image Processing) over GIS and SC( Soft Computing)
Firstly as earlier said the timing problem. Secondly its quite mathematical so lesser things to mug. Thirdly and I guess quite prominent, that other friends were going for it so simple -that cooperation thing in tests. Though I have equal number of friends in SC too but having attended one SC class I soon realized that I cant attend classes from a person who is a research scholar and so much passionate about his subject that he forgets ki he has already taken 10 minutes more out of his given schedule and still willing to take 10 minutes more. So seeing crashed that ‘sir, bassssssssssss’ idea, got me an uncomfortable feeling and I decided to reject this elective.

2. MC (Mobile Computing) over DC (Distributed Computing = Distributed Operating System)
MC class happens at 11 oclock but still I went for it. And as usual there had to be some solid reason and there is. Actually VP sir who taught us Java last sem is taking this subject. Any gal who likes to see a handsome ,smart (though a couple of yrs more in age) guy daily would definitely opt for his subject. Its not I have some aversion for good looking guys, but I surely get embarrassed when I am pointed out almost on regular basis in front of whole class. I explain how. I don’t know why but I feel a strong urge of laughing when I make an eye contact with him. And its just impossible in his class to evade yourself. He is really an intelligent and smart teacher and so makes sure that everyone listens him attentively. Infact I do and used to but at times I failed and that proved me as nothing less than a defaulter.
I share a couple of examples here of his class.

A. Last sem. Sir is already in class. I enter with my project-mates after dealing with a head-banging bug in our project. Just a couple of minutes late. Get seated in chairs and gather from friends that sir has given an another assignment and the deadline is after a couple of days. He was still dictating it. I was very frustrated with that darn bug and then this stupid assignment, I uttered to kapur with a discomposed face- ‘ kya hai ye, jab dekho tab naye naye assignments lekar aa jate hai !’ Don’t think that he listened my sentense. Nah! I was sitting in very last row but yeah the smart man read my face and spoke before whole class without taking my name or pointing me- ‘jisko banana hai wo banaye, jisko nahi banana hai wo na banaye, lekin faces banane ki jarurat nahi hai !!’ . many gals got to know ki its me many got it later. But whatever, to him I was nothing more than a fun-loving, least-interested-in-studies but smart gal who most of the times end up answering his questions.

B. It was an extra class near last sem exams. He was teaching Servlets and then Networking in Java. I asked a couple of good questions , actually because I was attentive. Even I wrote and got my program checked before anybody else in class, when he asked the class to write a particular program at that moment only. It was absolutely correct also. Few minutes later one of my dear friends MJ asked some question who was sitting 2 rows behind me. Sir was not able to locate the very gal who asked the question, i.e MJ and kept finding the gal looking here and there, most of the times at me if I have thrown this question also. Finally MJ spoke - ’Sir, here !’ and I giggled, I mean in a sufficient volume that was audible to a portion of class (though it was smaller one) he was standing in. Till now MJ was explaining her question but at this moment she stopped to join me in chuckling. Guess what sir spoke to MJ with that typical smirk -’ arrey ye to hanste rahenge , tum apna question bolo !’ as if he is ridiculing and disregarding me. I ended up with a deep inhale and quick exhale and a grimace, almost on the verge of blowing smoke from my ears.

C. It happened just a few days ago. It was when we were taking a couple of classes of every subject to have a feel of different subjects so that we can decide if the subject would be tolerable for full 6 months or not. VP is teaching DC this sem. Class was running normally. Everything was fine including me too. Infact I was not laughing but I was talking to arora sitting next to me. It so happened that unknowingly my elbow was touching kapur’s waist who was sitting at the other side of me. She suddenly started to move her waist. Now since my elbow was touching her waist I felt that movement. It seemed to me ki she is doing some sharaarat and that motion of her waist itself felt so funny that I giggled with all my teeth out. Same moment I was made to realize that sir is seeing me. I recovered but was smiling at him with same intensity. I mean how can you control your laugh at the very moment that you started on.

Later I gathered that when sir saw me and arora discussing something he thought we had some doubt about what he was teaching. Smelling that sir gonna ask me if I have some problem, Kapur without uttering anything (as he was seeing us only) shacked her waist to indicate me about the same. In this airtime when I was laughing on this act of her he asked me if I have some doubt or problem with the concept he has just explained. I didn’t hear it and when I realized that he is seeing me I thought he is just enquiring ki why I am laughing. Obviously had I listened that he is asking about our doubts I simply would have said ‘no’ but unaware of it I rather kept on giggling, thinking ki what should I tell him ki why I was laughing. No surprises he gave me same typical smirk and moved on to his next concept.

All this I gathered when class was over. Everybody except me was cackling till their sides started to ache. Kapur was saying -’ anu no doubt he must be considering you a total defaulter !’ .
I was like - ‘Oops ! Man I am not going to opt this elective. Firstly this subject is so much filled with these azeebo gareeb algorithms, palle kuch padne wala hai nahi. Secondly mujhe VP ko dekhte hi hansi ati hai, don’t ask me why, even I don’t know. And finally, and most importantly mai itni frequently be-izzatti sahan nahi kar sakti’ .
My friends replied in unison - ‘abe oye be-izzatti tu kar rahi hai unpe hans ke ya wo teri kar rahe hai ! And you expect , teacher see a naughty gal doing things her way and still doesn’t report it ,what ? !’ .
Me- ’ uff, whatever and moreover I didn’t do it on purpose ! ’ .
Friends- ‘ really? Waise don’t think much, after all we are proud of you. Not everybody can do it !!’
Me- ‘ shukriya, waise mai soch rahi thi ki mere baad sir ko padhane mai kya maza ayega, aur tum logo ka ‘basssssssssss’ kaun shuru karega ?’

Well so hum logo ki bakar-bakar goes on like this endlessly. Space will fall short if I begin to write every thing we do and talk about.

3. RTS (Real Time Systems) over nothing
Yeah, it was an obvious choice since everybody in class went for it because of comparatively light syllabus and previous familiarity. We were infact happy ki a new mam from Thapar is gonna teach this subject. Every positive notion about this subject changed when the new lecturer started to teach (or bore, I must say). My activities in this class went to such an extent that nobody even cant think of let alone doing them. Nobody, I guess has done something so daring in history and will never do what I have done. Must tell you everyone around was so proud of me that somebody dared to do what can be categorised as a real challenge. Its getting quite long so read on in next post…:p