I got free from my work before the lunch time. So i quit, ran back as fast as i could to relish some leisure. Every hour spent in writing those calculations from the meter testing hurled so fast, so fast even i couldn't' notice the intensity of sun reducing with every passing moment. After hours passed by, when i could feel the eyes running out of step with efforts, i gave up with a promise to return next day brimming with more courage to extend it further. Never sure whether its end would ever be a pleasure for me, i carry on. Two girls went past me hastily carrying a sheet of their time-table. One commented," see, tomorrow i have my class at 11am." Not in any mood to intervene in their conversation, i gave a not-so-interesting glance over her time-table.
Need not to went back into historic ages, four years back i was quite a same maniac staring over my time-table on the every first day of semester. All eyes focusing upon the schedule of friday and monday. Friday were the days everyone carrying bags to their homes and hustling back with same spirit on monday. Getting free on friday before lunch was considered to be the luckiest and delayed mondays were also welcomed with same regard. Those girls were carrying some pamphlet of college too, i was never so lucky to get any introduction lecture about the courses assigned or about the locations of various blocks. Handed with the five day schedule from 8am to 5pm, irrespective of seasons, we had to knock at our classrooms directly. We had not even the minutest ideas of location in that helluva college, asking every senior," Excuse me, may i know where is E block?". List of queries were endless; where is F-block, where is electrical dept, workshop, c hall, k lawns, power system lab, computer lab, reading room, nescafe, sagar ratna and many more. Asking seniors was never considered a better option, it was preferable to be lost in that ruthless crowd. Shamelessly entering the classes with the same lame excuse everytime of being lost in B block, but it was confined for freshers only. Writing down the time-tables on the last pages of copies, losing them in consecutive days and text messaging to friends asking for class room. Those short and sweet chuckles over the electrical machines with jumper and verma were the real times of pleasure. Short and needful rounds of sagar ratna during lab hours, glancing over sheer beauties were handsomely the best days. Spending hours pressing those hard-cushioned chairs in sagar ratna with magan till night could never be recalled. Those were flawlessly the most disgusting moments at those times, but the most memorable ones at present.
Getting back to those girls, they just went ahead continuing thier talks which were once the inseparable part of my life too. I realized my day dreaming has come to a bitter end. Back to your work....
Need not to went back into historic ages, four years back i was quite a same maniac staring over my time-table on the every first day of semester. All eyes focusing upon the schedule of friday and monday. Friday were the days everyone carrying bags to their homes and hustling back with same spirit on monday. Getting free on friday before lunch was considered to be the luckiest and delayed mondays were also welcomed with same regard. Those girls were carrying some pamphlet of college too, i was never so lucky to get any introduction lecture about the courses assigned or about the locations of various blocks. Handed with the five day schedule from 8am to 5pm, irrespective of seasons, we had to knock at our classrooms directly. We had not even the minutest ideas of location in that helluva college, asking every senior," Excuse me, may i know where is E block?". List of queries were endless; where is F-block, where is electrical dept, workshop, c hall, k lawns, power system lab, computer lab, reading room, nescafe, sagar ratna and many more. Asking seniors was never considered a better option, it was preferable to be lost in that ruthless crowd. Shamelessly entering the classes with the same lame excuse everytime of being lost in B block, but it was confined for freshers only. Writing down the time-tables on the last pages of copies, losing them in consecutive days and text messaging to friends asking for class room. Those short and sweet chuckles over the electrical machines with jumper and verma were the real times of pleasure. Short and needful rounds of sagar ratna during lab hours, glancing over sheer beauties were handsomely the best days. Spending hours pressing those hard-cushioned chairs in sagar ratna with magan till night could never be recalled. Those were flawlessly the most disgusting moments at those times, but the most memorable ones at present.
Getting back to those girls, they just went ahead continuing thier talks which were once the inseparable part of my life too. I realized my day dreaming has come to a bitter end. Back to your work....
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