ASTROLOGER SAYS -"I HAVE BAD TIMES AHEAD"
HARD TIMES AHEAD...
The students had der picnic right after the volleyball tournament.The picnic spot was narayane via chilika.People had their share of joy!!It was good that the organizers planned it in the month of Feb when the weather was still not so hot.From whateve feedback i got from my firends,it was good weekend out der.Biswajeet sir did his best to njoy with the students.It was a one-day affair.Coming back to campus,boyz got very much involved in counter strike.The door leading to the lab ,where counter-strike was played stayed closed most of the time.But if u open it mistakenly, then phrases like-"double door ,double door. ....bomb plant karey....kiye say bomb plant karila?"...gariba pila sniper kinila"wpuld be the words u might encounter.If it was cricket in the evening,then it was counter-strike in the "late" evening.There was a counter-strike maniac group of Lucky,millon,avinash(bhola baba),swastik,bari,satty,007 & all...But all of them helped me a lot in organizing the cricket competition.& I owe dem a lot for dat.But dat doesn't mean i owe dem my scooty after all.Mean while my scooty had become a public -transport for most of my friends(one of the side-effect of making so many friens..lolz)I got irritated at times but later i realized that it was the only way to get out of my debts(KARZ-not the himmesh reshamiyan wala) & moral obligation.& how it helped me at times,lemme tell u one incident.One fine night ,every1 of our roomies decided to order sumthng from outside for dinner as all of us were "swine-flued" by our mess foodings.For dis purpose ,my scooty was selected as the "BRAND ambassador".Petrol was 50rs per litre.Every1 gave der transportation charges.After finishing with our delicacies at the "MIAMI-BEACH"...swastik started collecting the revenues from each one equally .when my turn came den,
SWASTIK:-zulu,tama paisa ta?'
ME:-(hmmm.dauchi..i searched der was nuthng in pocket.)scooty kiye neithila?""scooty ta moro bodhay".
there was numb for 10-15 secs or so..as no 1 could get wat i was talking abt.after getting to know what i meant to say,every1 started laughing abruptly.Pratik sayz-"game plan, game plan".Well,all is well dat ends well.lolzz.This was for the first time that i used my brain in 2nd sem.
My practice for the 2nd nationals got more intense.I started missing my classes.The D-day arrived.In the qualifiers I had my match against a lucknow guy aged 26yrs.I couldnt belive my eyes when i was leading 4-3,den 5-3,6-3,7-3,8-3.9 was the match point.I couldnt belive ,how can i play so well.Den started the process of extreme nervousness.The guy trailing behind,came back hard & defeated me in tie-break.The scorline read 8-9(5-7).What was that??i asked myself.The match lasted for an hour & 10 minutes under the hot,humid sky of march.I was content dat my fitness had improved bt wasnt at all satisfied with my game during the break-points.(3 defeats in a span of 3-week).
U all might be wondering,if the guy is indulged in all sorts of things when does he study?& At last it showed.Internals laughed at me ,showing me my 1-digit marks in sum subjects & asking-"kyun bacchu,aayi na aakal thikanay mein?
NIGHT OF NIGHTMARES
In the month of JAN-FEB-MARCH...spring-fest was going on in our college.Didn't get me?Arey the "the love ka kida"had bit some students & der were LOVE-BIRDS seen all over the college.The old-canteen had become the "lover's point" of our college.People started getting committed at a rate faster than what Mr.R.K NAYAK finishes his course.Accoording to an ALL-BOYZ survey ,it was found out dat were nearly 32 couples in the campus.Pratik started having nightmares .He would wake up in the middle of night & do some "horror" activity.THURI was the most affected -person.I was having a very bad time den.Felt nothing was going on my.Felt a bit frustated at times.One fine evening,i went to the so-called"MIAMI -BEACH" of our campus alone.Sat der quitely for sumtimes.wondered,whatz going wrong yaar?.I became a bit senti.I laid down myself on the cool sand & looked upon the beautiful night sky .Tears rolled down my eyes,i started asking myslef-"vch way r u going yaar ?".U cant even win even a single match,den wat r u playing tennis for,only for fun!!If its for fun,den u better stop thinking about the game.derz no future in it,until u give it ur best shot.It was 13th of march-the day of OLD-BOYZ reunion of my boarding school.Yet another year passed away ,without me attending it .I felt i wasn't successful enough to be there.Most of my friends were either lieutenants or sub-lieutenants in the army,air-force or the navy.Rest of them were in some good colleges like IIT,DCE,DU...so der was no point of me going der.I just felt so helpless dat time.It is in dese hard times ,dat u start disbelieving abt ur abilities & start questioning about ur existence.I started to seek for some kind of motivation.I flashed back into those dayz of mine when i feared getting into water a lot.
I was in class 8 den.I was in Rashtriya indian military college ,dehradun .We had a completely different system out der.In order to get promoted in to the next class,u hav to pass ur class exams as well as in ur physical exercise test.Dat session i had swimming test.It consisted of five parts-keeping ur breath in water for few seconds,floting in water,beaststroke,butterfly stroke & the most difficult part-jumping off from a 10-meter dashboard."meri usmaein phut ti thi"Lt.col amarjot singh sandhu was presiding over the test.I had successfully passed 3 of tests(eligible to go to next class).When my 10-meter jump from dash board came,i thundered with fear.The instructor whisteled,signalling me to jump.I jumped,but not perfectly.I fell into the swimming pool with a great thud.I fractured my thighs.Lt.col got really screw up.
Lt.COL:-Is this the bloody way to do a exercise?"
MYSELF:-(with my hand pressing on the fractured thigh)No sir!
Lt.col:-Den wtf was that.U kw what ..u r a lump of shit,who has no guts to fall perfectly even from even a 10-meter jump.What were u doing the whole term?shamming(shamming=equivalent to engg's bunkin)
MYSELF:-(i started weeping)No ,sir!
Lt.col:-stop crying like a bloody civillian.now see what am i doing.!!!
Lt.COL Amarjot singh sandhu was a jat fellow.he had lost his right arm totally during an accident,but his love for swimming still drove him in his life.He went up to the board,demonstrated the proceedings & even completed a full round of the pool with a blink of my eye.I couldnt belive what i saw.I didn't know dat one's will power can take him so long in life dat he even forgets the word "fear"!!
Lt.Col:-Although ,u have passed ur exam ...dnt evr be in the atitude that dis exercise(in vch i failed) will be of no use to u.
After dat icident,whenver i am low ..i remeber it to back myself.To seek the motivation .Because as Lt.amarjot sayz -"u can defeat australia,u can defeat sampras,u can defeat ur enemy but it is impossible to defeat inspiration"
Dose words still ponder in my heart till date.Thinkin about dis i came back to my room.It was around night 1'O' clock.I slept on my bed,thinking of my old days.
After sumtime,when i gathered my conciousness...i saw myself lying on the floor with all the people looking me around & asking-"what happened ,are u well?'I was confused .Swastik made me clear in details.
At around night 4 'o' clock,pratik started with his normal night-abnormal activity.swatik & thuri were used to it& didnt react.Dey just said-"eey chup kar,bund kar apni nautanki".Just when pratik slowed,i fell from my bed with a large noise & groaning in a very huge voice-"nooooooooo...leave me".such was the decibel of my noise that even M.tech students as well the oders who were going to sleep ,came back running.
Friends,actually dat day i had dream of the same Lt.col & some old friends of mine who were associated with dat incident.From,whatever i could remembr i could c a very dark thing separating me from my friends.just when the separtion scene was on,i got a muscle spasm on my right thigh.I felt as if the "dark demon"getting hold of me in real.I started screaming,thinking it was happening in real.I was in my sub-conscious state den.But whateva it was,It was a creepy feeling afterall.I was lost in dat thought for the next two dayz.My roomates started fearing to sleep besides me.
The students had der picnic right after the volleyball tournament.The picnic spot was narayane via chilika.People had their share of joy!!It was good that the organizers planned it in the month of Feb when the weather was still not so hot.From whateve feedback i got from my firends,it was good weekend out der.Biswajeet sir did his best to njoy with the students.It was a one-day affair.Coming back to campus,boyz got very much involved in counter strike.The door leading to the lab ,where counter-strike was played stayed closed most of the time.But if u open it mistakenly, then phrases like-"double door ,double door. ....bomb plant karey....kiye say bomb plant karila?"...gariba pila sniper kinila"wpuld be the words u might encounter.If it was cricket in the evening,then it was counter-strike in the "late" evening.There was a counter-strike maniac group of Lucky,millon,avinash(bhola baba),swastik,bari,satty,007 & all...But all of them helped me a lot in organizing the cricket competition.& I owe dem a lot for dat.But dat doesn't mean i owe dem my scooty after all.Mean while my scooty had become a public -transport for most of my friends(one of the side-effect of making so many friens..lolz)I got irritated at times but later i realized that it was the only way to get out of my debts(KARZ-not the himmesh reshamiyan wala) & moral obligation.& how it helped me at times,lemme tell u one incident.One fine night ,every1 of our roomies decided to order sumthng from outside for dinner as all of us were "swine-flued" by our mess foodings.For dis purpose ,my scooty was selected as the "BRAND ambassador".Petrol was 50rs per litre.Every1 gave der transportation charges.After finishing with our delicacies at the "MIAMI-BEACH"...swastik started collecting the revenues from each one equally .when my turn came den,
SWASTIK:-zulu,tama paisa ta?'
ME:-(hmmm.dauchi..i searched der was nuthng in pocket.)scooty kiye neithila?""scooty ta moro bodhay".
there was numb for 10-15 secs or so..as no 1 could get wat i was talking abt.after getting to know what i meant to say,every1 started laughing abruptly.Pratik sayz-"game plan, game plan".Well,all is well dat ends well.lolzz.This was for the first time that i used my brain in 2nd sem.
My practice for the 2nd nationals got more intense.I started missing my classes.The D-day arrived.In the qualifiers I had my match against a lucknow guy aged 26yrs.I couldnt belive my eyes when i was leading 4-3,den 5-3,6-3,7-3,8-3.9 was the match point.I couldnt belive ,how can i play so well.Den started the process of extreme nervousness.The guy trailing behind,came back hard & defeated me in tie-break.The scorline read 8-9(5-7).What was that??i asked myself.The match lasted for an hour & 10 minutes under the hot,humid sky of march.I was content dat my fitness had improved bt wasnt at all satisfied with my game during the break-points.(3 defeats in a span of 3-week).
U all might be wondering,if the guy is indulged in all sorts of things when does he study?& At last it showed.Internals laughed at me ,showing me my 1-digit marks in sum subjects & asking-"kyun bacchu,aayi na aakal thikanay mein?
NIGHT OF NIGHTMARES
In the month of JAN-FEB-MARCH...spring-fest was going on in our college.Didn't get me?Arey the "the love ka kida"had bit some students & der were LOVE-BIRDS seen all over the college.The old-canteen had become the "lover's point" of our college.People started getting committed at a rate faster than what Mr.R.K NAYAK finishes his course.Accoording to an ALL-BOYZ survey ,it was found out dat were nearly 32 couples in the campus.Pratik started having nightmares .He would wake up in the middle of night & do some "horror" activity.THURI was the most affected -person.I was having a very bad time den.Felt nothing was going on my.Felt a bit frustated at times.One fine evening,i went to the so-called"MIAMI -BEACH" of our campus alone.Sat der quitely for sumtimes.wondered,whatz going wrong yaar?.I became a bit senti.I laid down myself on the cool sand & looked upon the beautiful night sky .Tears rolled down my eyes,i started asking myslef-"vch way r u going yaar ?".U cant even win even a single match,den wat r u playing tennis for,only for fun!!If its for fun,den u better stop thinking about the game.derz no future in it,until u give it ur best shot.It was 13th of march-the day of OLD-BOYZ reunion of my boarding school.Yet another year passed away ,without me attending it .I felt i wasn't successful enough to be there.Most of my friends were either lieutenants or sub-lieutenants in the army,air-force or the navy.Rest of them were in some good colleges like IIT,DCE,DU...so der was no point of me going der.I just felt so helpless dat time.It is in dese hard times ,dat u start disbelieving abt ur abilities & start questioning about ur existence.I started to seek for some kind of motivation.I flashed back into those dayz of mine when i feared getting into water a lot.
I was in class 8 den.I was in Rashtriya indian military college ,dehradun .We had a completely different system out der.In order to get promoted in to the next class,u hav to pass ur class exams as well as in ur physical exercise test.Dat session i had swimming test.It consisted of five parts-keeping ur breath in water for few seconds,floting in water,beaststroke,butterfly stroke & the most difficult part-jumping off from a 10-meter dashboard."meri usmaein phut ti thi"Lt.col amarjot singh sandhu was presiding over the test.I had successfully passed 3 of tests(eligible to go to next class).When my 10-meter jump from dash board came,i thundered with fear.The instructor whisteled,signalling me to jump.I jumped,but not perfectly.I fell into the swimming pool with a great thud.I fractured my thighs.Lt.col got really screw up.
Lt.COL:-Is this the bloody way to do a exercise?"
MYSELF:-(with my hand pressing on the fractured thigh)No sir!
Lt.col:-Den wtf was that.U kw what ..u r a lump of shit,who has no guts to fall perfectly even from even a 10-meter jump.What were u doing the whole term?shamming(shamming=equivalent to engg's bunkin)
MYSELF:-(i started weeping)No ,sir!
Lt.col:-stop crying like a bloody civillian.now see what am i doing.!!!
Lt.COL Amarjot singh sandhu was a jat fellow.he had lost his right arm totally during an accident,but his love for swimming still drove him in his life.He went up to the board,demonstrated the proceedings & even completed a full round of the pool with a blink of my eye.I couldnt belive what i saw.I didn't know dat one's will power can take him so long in life dat he even forgets the word "fear"!!
Lt.Col:-Although ,u have passed ur exam ...dnt evr be in the atitude that dis exercise(in vch i failed) will be of no use to u.
After dat icident,whenver i am low ..i remeber it to back myself.To seek the motivation .Because as Lt.amarjot sayz -"u can defeat australia,u can defeat sampras,u can defeat ur enemy but it is impossible to defeat inspiration"
Dose words still ponder in my heart till date.Thinkin about dis i came back to my room.It was around night 1'O' clock.I slept on my bed,thinking of my old days.
After sumtime,when i gathered my conciousness...i saw myself lying on the floor with all the people looking me around & asking-"what happened ,are u well?'I was confused .Swastik made me clear in details.
At around night 4 'o' clock,pratik started with his normal night-abnormal activity.swatik & thuri were used to it& didnt react.Dey just said-"eey chup kar,bund kar apni nautanki".Just when pratik slowed,i fell from my bed with a large noise & groaning in a very huge voice-"nooooooooo...leave me".such was the decibel of my noise that even M.tech students as well the oders who were going to sleep ,came back running.
Friends,actually dat day i had dream of the same Lt.col & some old friends of mine who were associated with dat incident.From,whatever i could remembr i could c a very dark thing separating me from my friends.just when the separtion scene was on,i got a muscle spasm on my right thigh.I felt as if the "dark demon"getting hold of me in real.I started screaming,thinking it was happening in real.I was in my sub-conscious state den.But whateva it was,It was a creepy feeling afterall.I was lost in dat thought for the next two dayz.My roomates started fearing to sleep besides me.
picnic spot was narayanee(via chilika).. buddhu.. :-P
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