The Story Continues Even If It Can't be Considered a Story...Whew!

So, it's been a long time since i posted anything real in here and i think i've been beating around the bush a lot. So it's high time i get back to where i'd ended my personal story and i think i need to upkeep this blog every day because I have joined 20sb as you can see on my page and i really want to make my blog honed to all those out there whom i love.

My pre-degree course came to an end and now i was a free bird but at the same time a lot of worries filled up my mind as to what course i should choose next. And it was pretty difficult for an average student like me to get admission in a course that i really wanted but as usual i hoped everything will turn the right way because god was with me, I believed. Most of my friends got through the entrance and were going to become Doctors and Engineers as that was the most preferred course for everyone. Not much aimed for anything different from that path. I am not blaming those who considered pursuing those as career but why can't people be more creative and do things differently??? Okay, don't think am still of that opinion because am not; as these are the jobs that bring good bucks our way and that's the most important factor with which you can even become creative one day,hah!!!So, in the end I managed to get admission to Bachelor of Science in Chemistry at a "Women's College". The saddest part was that within the quotes. The day came for the interview and admission and i was waiting in the waiting area with my dad. To speak truly,it was a beautiful college with a beautiful atmosphere, but none of that entered my eyes. I was somewhere else, I loved my previous college, even if its buildings were old, gutting and the grounds covered with weeds and years of trash, I loved that place more than this.I felt tears in my eyes because I didn't want to study in any other place in my home town other than my old college but my marks were against my chances. And then I became a Mercian from Victorian (am just making that up from my college names, so don't get confused).

My new college was beautiful in all respects. There was a big beautiful garden all around, a huge auditorium, an excellent library, a good canteen and even a cool ice cream stall except that i was surrounded by just green salwar kameezes(that was the uniform) and dupattas. No guys anywhere other than the drivers of our buses and slowly, I started to merge into the green sea and became one among them. Within two weeks, the Fresher's Day of the college was arranged when all the first year students were to perform for their seniors and entertain them for a full 1 hour. I too joined up as i thought i sang pretty okay and you know what, my song Chaha he tujhko from Mann movie got the biggest applause. The whole college came to know about me and i was just floating in the air for at least one month after that event and thus i started to like the college.

Now, when i think about the time i spent in that college, i think a women's college is the most safest place to study with no disturbance, no comments from neighbors. You can wear whatever you want the way you want, walk however you like, talk whatever you want, and even do whatever you want in the classroom during recess. There are no restrictions and no ill will and my class of 24 was a real good one with girls who were really afraid of teachers. Sometimes they behaved like kids but i really changed a lot of them by asking them to show courage and not behave like kids. Most of the girls were from "Girl's schools" and so has never faced any offish behavior from guys which can make them strong. This will be the only reason i'd opt for a college with both guys and gals as a girl's college would be nicer in all other respects.

My three years of college came to an end very fast. If you ask me whether it was a boring life over there, Ya, it sometimes was but my group of five including me had fun every moment we were together. Neels was a bit on the heavier side, but she was an excellent dancer and cutie of the college and teachers' pet, Resh was beautiful but really awkward at times, Div was a sweetheart with no too much talk and no too less talk, she was just the highfalutin type, Smitu was the real fun kind, the jokes she cracked mostly from old movies (ya, she even remember the correct dialogues), that too in between our Hindi madame's classes just made us roll on our stomachs and because we were always the latecomers and the backbenchers in her class, she didn't care much in the 70-something-filled classroom.

More on my Mercian days will follow.....