I was posting a new topic in one of the Discussion Boards and I saw another discussion going on… about the memories of the college and I went to a flash back instantly … where I was in a black Kurata …sleeves rolled up and both the hands inside the pockets … first day you know … you got to be identified by all means.
GEC looked gorgeous, Profs looked smart and the students looked terrific that day believe me! Seniors were busy in some exam and I had no idea what the things will look like once they are back … but lets keep this post clean by writing only the good memories and editing out the bad ones … yeah lets keep the good ones (this I learned from Ray Romano’s speech on Robert’s wedding … we keep the good ones).
Only four other girls and plenty of boys in The Class of 2K2 … Sooooo yup I did not had much competition … in fact it looked boring at a glance but than came this boy inside the circle of my vision with a pierced ear and a baali and yes he too had his hands in his pockets … I knew this ones gonna click because he also seemed to understand the need of a distinct identification and he was distinctly identified in that crowd just like me.
So after all that crap paperwork and other formalities … we finally were all out in the lobby to get our much awaited introductions … our Dad’s were busy finalizing the safest place for their daughters and we daughters were busy finalizing prospective grooms for our Dad’s in return.
For some reason the girls were not interacting too much … it was all very formal hum aap types and boys were not even saying a hello but for this behavior I knew the reason …yes the gigantic Dad’s standing behind their beautiful daughters.
Somebody’s Dad suggested to go for chai outside the college (we were ignorant of the fact that Tapari is exclusively Boys Only) so we all started marching towards that infamous Tapari for Chai Samosa and on the way somehow we managed to maintain a distance of few yards between fathers and daughters … and than boooom … came the boys gang leaded by my baali boy … with hands in his pockets and the first words that we heard from him was “Aap log itana isolated kyo hai” and this became our punch line “No Isolation only unison” and we have been maintaining this till now … yes I eventually married this baali one.
GEC looked gorgeous, Profs looked smart and the students looked terrific that day believe me! Seniors were busy in some exam and I had no idea what the things will look like once they are back … but lets keep this post clean by writing only the good memories and editing out the bad ones … yeah lets keep the good ones (this I learned from Ray Romano’s speech on Robert’s wedding … we keep the good ones).
Only four other girls and plenty of boys in The Class of 2K2 … Sooooo yup I did not had much competition … in fact it looked boring at a glance but than came this boy inside the circle of my vision with a pierced ear and a baali and yes he too had his hands in his pockets … I knew this ones gonna click because he also seemed to understand the need of a distinct identification and he was distinctly identified in that crowd just like me.
So after all that crap paperwork and other formalities … we finally were all out in the lobby to get our much awaited introductions … our Dad’s were busy finalizing the safest place for their daughters and we daughters were busy finalizing prospective grooms for our Dad’s in return.
For some reason the girls were not interacting too much … it was all very formal hum aap types and boys were not even saying a hello but for this behavior I knew the reason …yes the gigantic Dad’s standing behind their beautiful daughters.
Somebody’s Dad suggested to go for chai outside the college (we were ignorant of the fact that Tapari is exclusively Boys Only) so we all started marching towards that infamous Tapari for Chai Samosa and on the way somehow we managed to maintain a distance of few yards between fathers and daughters … and than boooom … came the boys gang leaded by my baali boy … with hands in his pockets and the first words that we heard from him was “Aap log itana isolated kyo hai” and this became our punch line “No Isolation only unison” and we have been maintaining this till now … yes I eventually married this baali one.
The girls who were confined in hum aaps
started sharing their crush stories and uncensored jokes
The boys who felt isolated
started sharing their ragging pains and ice creams
Seniors who loved tormenting and torturing
started sharing their knowledge and notes
Profs who talked this and that
Started missing classes and labs ...
started sharing their crush stories and uncensored jokes
The boys who felt isolated
started sharing their ragging pains and ice creams
Seniors who loved tormenting and torturing
started sharing their knowledge and notes
Profs who talked this and that
Started missing classes and labs ...
And this is how The Class of 2K2 flourished and prospered in true essence and this is how I gained the knack of Blogging and Coding concomitantly … may not effectively though ... but who cares!
One Correction : I realized this mistake after posting the blog ... but dont want to edit the title ... it looks alluring I guess ... I was in The Class of 2002. :)
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