Coming to agenda I will use this platform to share my experiences before and after coming to
You are stilling wasting your time.
again.....
oh please stop now,
So as you are still wasting your precious time on a crab, let me try to add some entertainment on it. Frankly speaking there is nothing new in it – again a teenage trouble, tale of long-lasting crush (read crushes as in my case) and numerous D,C,B+ and B in the mark sheets ( thank god I never failed yet, except once, I will explain it latter).
The saga started on 1 aug 2004, the day I joined CAET (ie. collage of agriculture engg and tech, ETAWAH, ) UP (UTTAR PRADESH), India, Earth , milky way and so on (you must be thinking that it seems to be my address for my cousin staying in some other part of universe other then earth for posting weekly mail to me, and the postman must posses a spacecraft for logistic purpose).
10:30 am
My father along with me just enters into the collage premises.
“Where the registration is going on, for first year agricultural engineering” my father enquired to a young boy (seems to be a senior).
Oh Ist year ! he said along with a cruel smile targeted on me.
I nodded.
First floor immediate right, room no 201. He replied along with signaling his friends.
Thanx. I hardly muttered
Climbing upstairs my father once again scolded me for not being confident, lazy approach and negative body language. He repeated these things numerous times, and my entire math’s failed to count the exact number (can stated as infinity).
As we enter in the room 201 the scene changed as a senior handed me a form to fill.
Name ……..
Father name ……
Mothers name…….
UPTU rank ……..
Age on 1 aug 2004……
And so on
As I wrote 18yrs on age blank my father shouted on me, you are 19 now. It was the most horrible scene for an engineering student, getting scolded by his own father in front of 32 boys (who will find it as a derogatory stigma to him for all 4 years to come) along with some 8 girls (as first impression is the last one).
Sorry I muttered.
My father nodded.
You should opt for a collage in
Papa you know, this is a government collage and the placements is better then the collage you asking for, and the fee in nominal too (I stressed on FEE intentionally). I replied in persuasion
Its ok but the total expenditure will be less if chosen any collage in
Ok is it done? As I submitted the form along with the DD of Rs 26346 to the office attendant.
The attendant got my signature as I quickly gone though the list and found name like vigya singh, tabasum, swati sharma, divya pandey, urashi singhal , bhati chudhary, karuna and neha sing under girls reservation(due to lack this factor, IITians have to for profs gals...poor champs).
I quickly glance around to found that 6 of them was good enough to hook up (hey after all I am a boy) bharti and karura are worth less. But out 6 gals 3 was my prime aim X, Y,Z ( now these are the variables, and we know that we can change one variable to other without any affect on equation and also to hide there identities to avoid any legal repercussion ).
Now let me explain there geometry of there figure there dimension, there curve and the edges.
X was the best and belong to a affluent family of etawah (the place where the collage was ) the appeal and the style she posses turn the class into bedlam whenever she enter into the class, Y is cute with glass, perfect figure to rub and crush and posses arrogance and in the last Z from lucknow (my place ), she seems crazy, whitish complexion and in just two word “EXTREME SEXY”.
I quickly gone trough the question, and it was a cake walk for me (being a boy, as in humans males have better ratio of wt of brain to there female counter parts- and I am proud of me (really I not male chauvinist but it nature, which make us like that).
I took her notes, and pretended as I am in middle of
Done, I exclaimed without disclosing my excitement.
What, so quickly!!!!! Z exclaimed.
(As the reaction come to the end, our math’s teacher Mr T.N.Verma enter in class)
So students, have you done with your assignment peeping over the notes all over the class (Referring the complex equation question, which I had just finished and packed in gift rap to Z as an investment toward her private parts ready for gets acquired by me).
‘You all are blank in your notes as well as your brain’ a 68 year structure of bone with miniscule amount of flesh coat over it, dare give a generic statement for an assembly of 40 odd youngsters.
‘No wonder why India is still govern by old bodies lying between life and death’ I muttered and targeted T.N.V as he already cross his quota of life expectancy of India ie 65 yr and reducing our age, sitting beside shobhit gupta.
‘Si….Sir…..’ Z in hesitating way, tries to vent up
Yes you, what? TNV enquired, have you done?
She passed her notes to him with a puzzled look over me..
BAHUT ACHHA…YEHI EK LADKI HAI PURE CLASS MAY. He appraised
Z smirks as she avoids eye contact with me.
‘Shit wake up dude, after all she is a girl’ Shobhit taunted over me.
‘So students, do any body have problem in complex number.’ TNV
Class remained quiet.
Shall I move to calculus? He questioned
Silence persists.
Next 40 min he explained about basic differential calculus but I was filled with hatred and agony, ‘I will teach her the lesson’ I muttered
Off course first complex number and now this differentiation. Shobhit said
Next few weeks I remain abstain from my primary agenda because of three reasons
1. I was shocked by Z, and ready to retaliate
2. I have to prepare strategy for that
3. and, we have mid sem to come
