My Callege Daysssss" "Bho..Bho..:(

I am sure you might be thinking that this rat ass does not know the spelling of college...He he he..actually in south india they call college as callege just as they call Preeti as Preethhhhhi( poor girl...all coming to south India should please change their names if you think it can be prounced badly)....

Presenting my college days--

Note-----All characters in this blog are fictious and they do not resemble any characters dead or alive. Even they dont resemble any from my sweet college.

Guys and Gaaaaaaaaaaaalzz please dont think there is only fun, masti love stories etc in IIT( Just Becauz chetan bhagat has told it)...........even we had all of it....its only that our Chetan Bhagat was toooo lazy to write a book...(issiliye blog likh raha hoon.....ha ha ha .....u must be thinking saale apne aap ko chetan bahgat samaj raha hai..dumb ass)


For all those readers of this article who do not know me.....(I am sure there wont be any reader who doesnt know me....why on earth would someone who doesnt know me read this bakwaas article)...I am from JIIT, Noida and what is to follow are some of my sweet good days of life.

Seriosuly those were ohhhhhhhsommmmmmeeeeee days..bole toh mamu....bindaas days. Those were the times when you know someone's pulling your legs, someone's playing a game(not that game u dirty minds..cheeee gaande bache) behind you (mere saath toh bahut hua hai yeh sab..bho...bho....) but still u tend to like it. Just the opposite of what it is at corporate. Here in corporate even if a person tries to be good you keep thinking lagta ye **** marega ..itna accha kyon ban raha hai.....What a tragedy?....... Please I want back those days...Say at along with me..GOD Give us back those days.

There is so much to write about my college..saala pata hi nahin chal raha hai kahan se shuru karoon.......Chalo let me describe you one day in JIIT.(Offcourse this is not a holiday waarna kuch likhne ko hi nahin hota sab toh sote rehte and yell karte rehte bhook bhook(in english its called hunger-one for which India is famous for...remember "Hungry Indians")......

Lets take a Wednesday(aab dont ask why i have chosen wednesday...baas mann kiya)......Tring Tring Tring Tring rings the alarm(rhythemic naa bano..its not a poem)..then a lazy tired hand rises rises rises and switches the alarm off...tired issiliye because the poor soul played Counter Strike{girls-Counter strike is a computer game where you have the power to kill anybody...saamne wale ke pass bhi wohi powers hain...Sorry ladkiyon ko bolna padta hai...oyema they dont know what CS is) the whole night...Inter wing competition jo tha....But if you notice one thing never ever have i seen any soul sleeping without setting a alarm..(mama's boys listening to her instructions).. and and if you notice another thing when the alarm rings no one swiches it off..with total dedication they move the hour hand and give themeselves an another hour of sleep. But its a different thing that this movement of hour hand is done not once but many timesssss......Then comes the best part of boys hostel(i dont know about girls hostel ....never had a chance to see the galz so early in the morning..inside the hostel) all running to catch the bus of nature's call...Imagine 16 ppl and only 2 desks..(sit pots...)....poor man...donot even have the right to attend the call peacefully....(Pheepal please i am only referring to boys in this case because i have heard most of the galzz suffer from a bimari called constipation..he he he... I can see a smile in your face ..gilrs be brave start admitting)....Believe me if you wanna know about the happenings of the college then this is the best time and place...all discussions happen here....lot of discussions with the ones's inside the bus and others waiting for the bus....
Quote---" Abe suna hai.....a boy and a girl were caught in the rest room of Annapurna(our bhojan area--phirangi's --food place)doing something koon koon(siren as done in Doordarshan some one says F***)...Then comes the next question "KAUN KAUN"("WHO WHO")..." Unquote.. Seriously when you ask this question there is only one reply "x" told me, "y" told him, "z" and so on....Only witness or suraag they have is the rest room has been locked....Poor who would explain them that it has been closed because of the breakage of the shitpot.....Then you see all the other discussions like "kaas aaj XYZ teacher bimaar pad jaye...and even to the extent of mar jaye"...[Note- We boys dont gossip like gallllllllzzzzzzzzzz sitting near the staircase and God knows(I know but wont say) where all places and gossip---The talks we have are called Intellectual discussions] and amogst all these rumour mongers there were ppl who would be attending the morning lectures..(Rem our college starts from 9 AM and most of the days we had extra lectures at 8AM)..It was for these ppl that me along with hunderds had no attendance shortage...

Then after so much of fight to get into the bus(rem my reference to bus is the toilet)...and then Body purification(dont think i am referring to bathing.....woh toh hafte me ek baar...)..In boys hostel body purification refers to the sole deo-spray (sole kyon ki one has brought it and is used by the whole wing).....there is a mad rush for breakfast....(Seriously breakfast was one thing in JIIT which you cant dare to miss)...One because thats the best meal prepared by the mess staff and secondly after the whole night of starving(I dont consider the food eaten by stealing from others almirah and eating maggi prepared by candle's heat as food)..break-fast is necessary...Please dont think that by this time the hostel would be empty...its becauz there would be many other souls who would not even dare to switch off their alarms...(saale ghoode bech ke soote hain).....Dekha there was so much to write just from wake up to breakfast...(poor readers....)..... Now you know why I choose wednesday because thats the day I used to have my breakfast(Reason nahin bataunga...)......And those intellectual talks rem i was telling u earlier doesnt stop..It carries the whole day. Even during the breakfast you have comments coming from the table.."Uss ladki ko dekho pata nahin kya samajti hai aapne aap ko..Baan ke to aise aati hai jaise Miss.Universe ho...Its a different story altogether that you will find the same guy roaming around during the post dinner walks...and even in the khopchazz(Specific areas ergonomically and environment friendly way designed by the construction department for proper usage by the two souls(of different sex...please gaanda mat socho..just for intellectual discussions)......Readers I have omitted all the stuff which used to be discussed in the breakfast (kya karoon maa behen bhi toh padti hain yeh article... ) ...After the breakfast most of used to head back to the hostel offcourse after visiting the temple( Can anyone tell me why was it built just infront of the girls hostel..Dont tell me ki only available place was that)....And remaining few who had little motivation headed to the college. Some on the way lost their way into LRC- college authorities call it Learning Resource Centre but basically it was a Love and Romance Centre.............And out of the remaining some enter the gyaan sthan or the lecture hall.

IITians say their least memorable events were inside the classrooms but I feel for our JIIT there are a lot of memorable non fading moments. Every Lecturer/Professor was ultimate. Lecture period was seriosuly a happy time.......You can listen to the famous Amir Khan's dialogue "PAANCH" being shouted from the back to a lecture room where ring tones are played in a queue and paper planes flown from corner to the other. I am sure by now you people might have guessed their names..But please keep it to yourself..Lets not call any more trouble. Then there was another who could narrate his stories of USA to Istanbul....GOD knows who used to issue him so many visas. I am sure if you ask him for the story for the second time he would fumble.

Oops there is so much to say but now we have the lunch break....So we have to rush to the Annapurna. For many Annapurna was Guptaji paratha. I am sure if he starts selling parathas at a huge scale one day he would beat Sanjeev kapoor's reputation one day.

Readers I have still not introduced you all to our fellow day scholars who used to come from Shipra and other places as they usually arrive after the lunch period.....

So now go have your lunch and let me wait for your comments to write Callege days part-2. If you rem some phhaannnny story or memory of the college drop in the comment. I will incorporate in the next article.