College II Year: No More a Fuchaa!

22 July 2010.

A year and week before, on 16th July 2009 I had the first taste of college life. Like most of the fuchaas (for those whose white hairs have started showing, fuchaas means college freshers ie the first year students), I was excited, having loads of expectations and at the same time nervous too. The college atmosphere was completely new to me. I remember how frustrated I was when no teachers were showing up for the lectures and being among new people, I had no clue what to do. Day 1 was so damm boring. It was so peculiar looking at seniors sitting around at various corners of the college or at metro station, or the teachers being so casual in their approach. It took me some time to adjust to the freedom that college life provides.

But today, it was completely different- I was no more a fachaa! On the first day of the II year, there wasn’t any expectation or nervousness, just some excitement of meeting up friends. Looking at the new freshers, I realized how much things have changed and it kinda made me laugh. I mean how they were all so properly dressed up, taking their each step with so much care. It’s going to take them few days to realize college is actually about being carefree. Nobody cares what you do or how you do. Its all about just being yourself. And they will realize it soon.

I came to college with full knowledge that there is not going to be any lecture, (afterall they are the teachers of Delhi University) but freshers, well they were just sitting in their classes waiting for anything to happen. You may infer that its because of the fear of ragging that they are not moving out. But in actual they don’t know what to do. (The most important thing that they will learn, and which I also did, a year ago is- How to do NOTHING). Infect, this is the very purpose (ie to do nothing) for which I went to college today.

At around 10, I reached the vishvidyalaya metro station. Apart from newly laid down footpath (thanks to Common wealth Games), everything was same- people running for the escalator, line on the exit, hoard of rikshewallas outside the station and of course, the hot chics! At college though, there were significant changes (again thanks to the Common wealth Funds which college received), the main entrance has been shifted, there was new administration and staff block, the canteen area was blocked, construction work was going everywhere and most significantly, there were ACs in our rooms (though I doubt if they will work).

Even at 10, there were only 2-3 of my classmates. (But I am sure, most of the freshers would have been sitting in their rooms right from 8:40!). Gradually others also arrived and for next three hours we did what we have mastered in doing during the first year- We did nothing! We roamed around from one place to another (the same way one surf the channels of TV!). We were sitting at the same place, often referred as “Jannat”, where we used to see our seniors sitting. And some freshers would pass from front of us, so anxious and perplexed. Then we had Maggie and Banta from the Maggie Point (I really don’t know what makes these two things so popular in north campus)

For fuchaas, this might be such a special day but for us, it was just another day at college minus the smsing and sleeping sessions (yes, that’s what a normal college person does during lectures!). In the next few days, they will learn so many things, like how important is the word attendance, how to use your cell during lectures, how to make excuses for being late, how to live with freedom and how not to be displaced from your career goal. (Actually, this is the time of the life to enjoy the most but this is also the most crucial time to make or break your career).

For us, the ex-freshers, the second year will hopefully make us more familiar with college life, with us finding more ways of doing Nothing!!

Disclaimer: The above mentioned views are purely of mine. Individual experiences may vary!

P.S.: Talking about ragging, I think with so much vigilance over it, in next few years the word ragging will be even stroked off from dictionary.

7 deadly sins, 1 college life!


The Seven Deadly Sins
is a classification of the most objectionable vices as per the Christianity (and also as per Roadies!). These are wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust,envy, and gluttony.


Sin 1.WRATH (Anger)
Using cuss words when thrown out of the class without given the attendance.

Sin 2. ENVY (Jealously)
There was this dialog in 3idiots “jab dost fail hota hai to dukh hota hai, magar agar woh top kare to zyaada dukh hota hai” (you feel bad when your friend fails, but it really hurts when he/she tops)

Sin 3. PRIDE (self love)
Behaving like a dictator because only you have the car in the whole group!

Sin 4. GLUTTONY (over-consumption of food)
Eating twice-thrice your capacity because it your friend’s bday treat!

Sin 5. SLOTH (not utilizing one’s talent)
Probably the biggest sin. Not showing your answer in the exam.

Sin 6. LUST (desires of a sexual nature)
Trying over your best friend’s girlfriend!

Sin 7. GREED (excessive desire)
Fighting/pleading/blackmailing teacher for extra attendance/marks.

(Commenting on this blog doesn’t count for a sin, so do comment. More sin lists coming soon)

One day @ Examination Centre

My friend Mohit narrated this incident on the condition that I should write a blog on this. So here I am accomplishing my promise.

What will you do if the only way to pass an exam is to cheat? And what if you are caught cheating? If every teacher wants that students should score high in exams, then why don’t they allow cheating?

Raising such and other critical issues of a student life, based on the real life incident of my friend Mohit Aggarwal, is this blog.

Freshly out from the peaceful and study-oriented school life into the chaotic and fun-filled college life, is Mohit Aggarwal. The time he entered the college, he faced lots of challenge. He was burdened with the responsibility of a car which he had to drive daily between college and home. Unfortunately, he also got a large bunch of friends. With car and friends, “bunk” was inevitable. On top of this, the demons(read: teachers) didn’t allow him to study in classes and he was often thrown out of the class. Mohit faltered to these troubles and his attendance went as low as 20%. But he continued his fight.

In such a non-conducive environment for studies, clearing the semester exams was next to impossible. But Mohit was a dedicated and hardworking student. Inspired by his friend Akhil, he decided to opt for “helping notes” (generally referred as ‘farre’). The cruel college never wanted its students to score high and thus, helping notes were not allowed. Still, Mohit was focussed to score high marks.

On the D-day, Mohit’s pocket were filled with helping notes. But the eyes of examiner were not allowing him to use them. Though Mohit was getting passing marks, he was determined to top the class. So, he opted for washroom to read the helping notes.

A security guard entered the washroom. A student is so serious about his career that he is studying even in washroom and the guard thought Mohit was cheating! Wat a shame!

Mohit then showed his kindness, and offered all the money in his wallet to the poor guard (In short, bribed him!). But guard was cold-blooded and he refused. He asked Mohit to move out of washroom, while Mohit wanted to continue his study.

Guard tried to push Mohit and Mohit’s hand banged the granite separator (between two washroom sinks). The granite came crashing out on the floors, creating a loud THUD!! The noise reached the demons house (staffroom) and soon the washroom was filled with them, including HoD (Head of Demons).

HoD listen to the story and was so impressed with Mohit’s dedication that he made him write everything (helping notes, lending money, fall of granite) on a piece of paper and also took his autograph on that paper (*confession letter*). He also called Mohit’s parents to felicitate them for their son’s bravery.

Mohit was sent back home without the need of completing the exam.

At home Mohit was too modest to tell about his achievements to anyone. Neither he wanted to waste his parents time for his college work. So he made arrangements for a mother from outside.

In the next exam, as usual, Mohit was engaged in his books and thus, forgot to carry his admission card. Mohit lended his car’s key to his friend, Akhil and asked him to bring the admission card. Meanwhile he thought about meeting the HoD to thank him for that day. But unluckily (luckily!), HoD had gone for15 days holiday. This meant no felicitations for parents and no fake mother! (Poor Mohit!)

Mohit was again busy in studies, he received a call from Akhil, “Mohit your car has met an accident!”

His friend Akhil, just like him, was occupied in books while driving and didn’t see the bus and the front part of car into it.

On one side was the car, on other side exam. Should he take care of his car and skip the exam?

One person and so many responsibilities!! But at that moment, Mohit showed his real mettle. He gave a damn to his car because for him nothing is more important than studies. He again signed the autograph for not bringing admit card and gave his exam- this time without any helping notes!

As the exam ended, he rushed to his car. Showing the true color of friendship, instead of blaming Akhil, he told his father that it was all fault of the bus driver.

The car damages costed Rs.65000. In the same week, Mohit also broke his bluetooth and lost his credit card. But for him, the real damage were that 2 minutes that he wasted deciding between the car and the exam. He could have read a page in those 2 minutes!!

Today, a month has passed to this tragic incident. The insurance company has compensated the car damages. Mohit got 7 marks in first exam and managed to clear the second one. The HoD never called him again (how thankless!). On top of all, his parents still have no clue about their child’s achievements (how proud they will be on knowing all this!!).

Even after so many troubles (caught cheating, false attempt to bribe, breaking granite wall, fake mother and the car accident),  like most Indian movies, in the end AAL IZZ WELL prevailed! :)

I am proud to have such a dedicated and studious friend like Mohit. :P

With the hope that every student will take inspiration from Mohit and devote their entire life to studies, I submit my post.

THE END

P.S.: If you are Mohit’s sister, don’t believe on anything I have written.

I am sorry sir, I am late…

The professor is winding up the lecture and you enter the class. I am sure you don’t want to make following excuses to get attendance:

1) Time is Money, ryt? Keep this 10 rupees note.

2) You should be grateful. At least, I am showing up my face in class.

3) I was with your daughter!!

4) Does it make any difference if I sleep in my bedroom or in the class?

5) I was about to leave, but then Tata uncle appeared. He wanted me to donate few thousands crorer for his new ultra-nano car venture. But I didn’t have the pen.

6) How dare you start the class without me??

7) It’s not my fault if the time table doesn’t mention that it is in Indian Standard Time.

8) I know what you did last weekend. So, it would be better for you if I get the attendance.

9) The lecture ends at 10 and its 9.55 only. So technically I have attended the lecture.

10) Who are you? Have I seen you somewhere?

The Eclipse is over!

After few days eclipse, I am back with regular blogging.


I have loads of stuff to talk about, (but dont worry I wont torchure you much) beginning with, of course, my college



Being a Khalsa-ite: Day 0

I along with my friend Raunak ( who lives in my society, was in my class in school and now is also with me in college) began the new chapter of my life: Being a Khlsa-ite. It was the Orientation Day ie the ‘Day Zero’ of college. The level of excitement was quite high, so was nervousness (but thats natural). We listened to the mind-munbing speeches and punjabi religious songs sitting in the balcony of audi whose AC they forgot to switch on :-x(grr..).But the excitement came outside the audi, where college’s dramatic society- ANKUR presented a 20mins street play on Ragging. Whether that play was agaisnt or for ragging is still not clear in my mind, but it was real fun- the songs (“suit pehne aaya hai fresher, kal tak tha jo nanga”..lolz), the ‘ragging da..ragging da’ chant, the whole play was splendurful. After that me and Raunak noted down our class sections and guess what, We were again in the same section!!!
Day 0 ends without getting any taste of college!


Being a Khalsa-ite: Day 1 (The D-Day)

Fully dressed up, hairs gelled and excitement tearing the sky, I entered the college. My class was in room no.101. I, in fact almost everone in the class, was feeling like a just-born baby-totally unaware about surroundings! None of the teachers were coming to the class and none of us had any clue about it. The first day show was turning out to be a big-let down. Then comes the seniors! Ragging!! Wow!! The excitement came back, but due to so much restrictions, even seniors were scared to rag us. I volunteered myself to get ragged (coz I really wanted some excitement on Day1). Seniors asked me to dance but I asked them to be innovative and rag me properly. Then they asked me to read news in pure hindi. I did it. It was fun. Some others were asked to do ramp walk, sing, dance, propose, but all in good spirit and all of us enjoyed it- the true and healthy form of ragging!! But after they went away, it was again boredom. All classmates were hesitating to open-up and no teachers were showing their sitting. Sitting idle, Day1 took away all the glitters, hopes and enthusiasm of college life and gave the real taste of college life which was surely not as sweet as expected. I was really missing my school days!!


CA v/s College

I dont want to go deep in this topic coz this confusion between CA and college has already eaten up 27grams of my 30grams brain. This confusion was the chief reason of my break from blogging. Its not that the confusion is now solved, but posponed and interim decision taken-For I year, I will go to college, attend the coaching classes and then will give exam for CA and college in April-May2010. After I year I will shift to correspondence and will continue my CA This means that chapter: Being A Khalsaite might just last for a year only:-( (Gain Something, Lose the Other thing!- thatz the life)


CA-CPT Result

Finally, something to cheer about for me. I got 81% (162 out of 200) in my CPT exam. This is totally unbelievable. I was never so serious about CPT exam and didnt study properly and still so much marks!! Unbelievable!!!


Being a Khalsa-ite:Continued

Slowly, I am getting used to Khalsa, with new friends. Among the older lot, I do have Raunak, Isha and Tanvi in the campus. The future might just be wonderful @ campus, hopefully.


August 15: Independence Lost

15th August is my last date of Independence. From 16th, my CA coaching classes will being. This means wake up at 6.30, leave for college at 7.30, come back at around 2-3, CA caoching at 4(on tts) and 6.30(on mwf), coming back to home at 9!! (phew.. God save me!!! Iss padhai se mujhe bachao!!!!!)


I wish I had join gym

Today, after a lot of persuation from Saurav and leaving my laziness and unwillingness behind, I went to ICAI Bhawan at Vishwas Nagar(Shahadra) to get myself registered for CA-IPCC. We got our form attested from a person standing outside ICAI Bhawan. Then submitted the form. But the problem came, when they gave us the study material- Arounds 10 ‘heavy-weight’ books that I needed to carry right from ICAI Bhawan to my home. That was the first time in my life when I repended for not having ‘big’ muscles. I shud have listened to Anuj and joined the gym. But somehow I managed to bring them safely to my home. (Moral of the story: No pain! No gain!)


Now I need to take a rest, having college tomorrow!!
bbye