FIRST 6 MONTHS OF MY COLLEGE LIFE.....ACCEPTING LIFE AS IT COMES

When people speak about college life,they mostly refer to the events that happened in four years of their college life which specifically excludes the

first 6 months of the starting of that life............

Yeah....as most of my batchmates refer and maybe some of you reading it may recall it as "the intolerable and boring phase of college life"....with rules hanging like swords over you and ragging rumors tormenting your every thought.....I started hating this life from day 1.......the strict time rules, the strict dressing sense (which was a safety measure against ragging as you wouldn't be much noticed), When we were told that bunking and proxy would be heinous crimes as we are just freshers  broke down the little hope of enjoyment that was craving in my heart....Any little breach of discipline which included mass bunking and copying in exams would invite serious wrath from authorities as it would label us as hooligans from starting of college life and we will be looked down upon as a vagabond for the rest of my college life...plus the  ragging thing was getting on my nerves...once a senior one spotting me laughing and merry making with my batchmates called me into a group to give an intro in the best possible embarrasing way....

I was wondering what mistake i did in my past life to land upon this situation.......but i thought it would be better if i start accepting things than hating it.......and seriously guys! it worked!!!.....friendship grew more stronger among our fellowmates as the 'no bunking rule' made us see tthe same faces everyday...Little bit of "class masti" as we call it became the best part of the day...passing comments,sitting in last benches,listening songs wid headphones,troubling teachers,banging desks,chattering and gossiping, seeing movies wid laptops..........these simple joys were more entertaining than dancing the whole night in pubs....Giving intro among seniors during ragging wasn't a bad experience...it brought me closer with the seniors and it was real fun standing amongst them and boldly telling them about myself and and agreeing to singing amongst the whole crowd without hesitation wore me off from my shyness....and seriously i enjoyed it alot!!.Ahh.... now i guess why people say college life is a place where you start making real friends  with real fun and this was only possible because of the atmosphere we were suddenly put into........i would love to enjoy the forthcoming four years of my college life with my friends......

my small yet powerful lesson of my life

"What horrible marks? will i ever be able to get iit????"

This was the common statement that i used to recite every now and then.........

It was a perfect day after my board results proclaming that i gt an overwhleming 96.4% that i decided to elope to KOTA ,the hub of coaching classes....Being attracted
by the craze for iit, i also dreamt to be one of them not knowing what difficulties would follow.....

Being out of my parent's safe cocoon after class 10th, i had never realised how much i would miss them there.Not only i had to stay miles away from them but
even i had to manage my own affairs as well as stand up as a winner in the race. Stepping on the premises of Bansal classes,KOTA,i had never realised
i would see a crowd of mre than 10000 students walking up in pace with me with the dream of being an iitian. From there the grip of competition and the pressure to perform well burdened up.
Just after reaching we were told that we would have to write up a test every month and on the basis of our performance we would be allotted batches. "BAD PERFORMANCE, LOW BATCH & HORRIBLE TEACHERS"< this was
the sub title of the monthly test as told by our seniors studying there. First of all it was confusing for me to undastand that bychance if i don't prform well
then will my future be doomed? The feeling was horrifying !! The coaching began in the subsequent days and the fast paced studies was difficult to catch up at first. On returning back to hostel, starting from listing
things that i needed to buy, then arranging things on my own, to washing my clothes everything seemed a herculean task for me.."mom, where is my physics copy? find it for me!" question remain unanswered
....eventually if i misplaced something at the end of the day it was only me who had to find out. Then at times the coaching would begin early in the mornings and i would go to the mess to find empty utensils. "bhaiya, where is my breakfast?", i would ask the kitchen boy and then
i would get a reply that i would to inform them a day before about my changed timings otherwise i would have an empty stomach to start my day with. That tim i remembered my mom forcing me "Drink a glass of milk, u cant go to school empty stomach"..i would get nostalgic thinking about it.
then i would have to hurry up on my way to coaching to get a small packet of poha from the poha stalls before reaching my coaching class. By the time we returned, i would be in a tranced state not even knowing where i have to return to. Then calling up the known auto wala or bargaing with an unknown 1 became a routine job. After long hours of coaching this was
the last thing i would like to do standing in the sun to bargain with an autorickshaw driver and if it was evening time then it was even more horrible because the rush of students and on top of that the thought
that i would have to reach hostel before 8.30 pm to avoid a clash with the hostel warden would make me agree with the price quoted by the autowalas.Then on reaching hostel throwing my bag i had to rush up for dinner. if not i would have to wait in a long line to get a pair of roti and by the time i get that my hunger would have said a good bye to me.Then before the exams
i would rush to dout-clearing room , run after the teacher to get time , then again run back to them on the prescribed time and stand in a long line to wait for ur turn to get your douts cleared would just eat up all the energy i had in me. Not knowing when the monthly exams came i did sit in the class room ready to fight 5-6000 students for 6 hours. This pressure was really building on me...when the
stupid results knocked my cell after a week with my glorified results alloting me a lower batch. The results always remained a hot topic of discussion among your fellowmates. Even it was a matter of prestige
. Not only teachers or your batchmates wanted to know your results even auto rickshaw drivers
, hostel wardens and every other person wanted to know your batch. A lower batch was looked down with disdain. I got a lower batch and i used to hear great comments from some people that lower batches students are just here in kota to build up its economy and nothing else...this further intensified my fustation and out of it
i took the advice of some of the seniors and joined some other coaching class. The speciality of kota was that you could even get a coaching class for a particular lesson of a prticular subject just you need to have
money. I enrolled for physics paying a hefty amount of rs.25000 ( i had already paid rs.75000 for my previous institute).This worsened my condition further , i was so frustated with the ongoing events i started looking up for escape routes thinking a bit of merry making with friends
would lighten up my burden. As we all know once someone adopts an escape route it can never be limited. Since hanging out with friends
seemed a better way to hide up my fustation i gave in more and more to merry making rather than studying.ATM centres everywhere highlited my interest  to spend more to enjoy more. Thus bad performance after bad performance became a habit
for me and the enthusiasm to perform well stopped.Even i seldom used to attain the schools we had enrolled there for cbse because i used to concentrate on the famous proverb of kota " PERFORM WELL IN IIT AND THAT WOULD HIDE UP YOUR CBSE RESULTS"...This was my another mistake.....

Ahhh........as u know mistakes are always awarded with a regret .... i still regret not being an iitian...........Yet it was a blessing in disguise.....Remembering the past days, i think it taught me alot of things...Earlier being with my parents i dint even know how to manage money leave about bargaining
with autorickshaw drivers !! I learnt being an independent person, i learnt how to cope up with my daily affairs in a new place on my own....I even learnt the biggest thing in my life that freedom and enjoyment always has to be labelled with a specific time .Frustation wouldnt be taken up so seriously that your very enthusiasm
to work up for your aim would vanish.....Escape routes and temptations would always mark the path of frustation but avoiding that would be a wise person's idea because it may give short time pleasure but at the end of the
day your aim your dream would be the only thing that would matter,..I look upon these small yet grave experience of my life to be the guiding light of my future....