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Happy Ending

 

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Magic moments from my college life that I shared with you !!

 

 

Jab We Met – 1st year

First day at the campus went with fear of ragging (though it literaly didn’t happen) and surprises because very hour brought something new. I had hostel room with a known friend and that was something good. It was for the first time I was away from home, living in hostel… I was excited but sad. Terribly missed my school and friends. Soon was given an unique identitiy as enrollment no. which threw me in batch popularly known as ‘2A’ ( our cse section was divided in 5 batches). Making friends was fun and difficult as I hardly knew anyone. And there were just 3 girls in my batch. Sem 1 passed studying subjects, understanding and adjusting to examination patterns, making new friends…

Then sem 2 brought new ideas and changes. It was for the first time went online on orkut… friends list kept growing and growing as aquitances became to be familiar and many became friends. Real fun had just began… days passed by attending lectures, chatting online, creepy scraps (orkut was at its peak), eating out in cafes, leisure time, cultural fest. Mass bunking was also witnessed… it was new for me as I didn’t bunk in my school days. It had one red letter day too… when I made first proxy in maths class and made it perfectly well… though my heartbeat stopped for a moment.

As we know life can’t always go smooth… Physics classes and specifically physics lab really sucked. Pending experiments and experiments that sometimes I thought were really of no use for cse guys took out every nerve… calculations were getting worse. But with my lab partner, together learnt the art of handling them. Some labs were really interesting, computer labs were enjoyable; electronics lab was way beyond awesome… thanks to our group of four students. Had a lots of gossips, fun, mischiefs with them… and sometimes were at the verge of being thrown out because of some funny creatures 😀

I also remember my first b’day in college… running away, playing hide and seek, b’day bumps… it was amazing. First year was something that took me away from my personality; made me open and more talkative and friendly that many of my school friends weren’t able to believe. At last it ended well and with a good pointer.

 

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai – 2nd year

Second year went a lot more smoother… academics was at its best… bond of friendship grew stronger. Physics and maths were the worst hit areas… all weird topics… non-sense derivations. This was the time 2A batch made its presence felt all over… with highest no. of mass bunks made history. Yet it was the best in class. It had best toppers and back-holders, smokers and drinkers, best CS and AOE players, best sports person, some funny some serious, some dominant some timid… few flatterers and many with experience of DISCOs… 2A batch had its own style and fascination that will be admired forever. It was also the period when facebook overshadowed orkut… when more girls became friends… crushes kept rising.

Next was Sem 4, what I called, the turning point of my life and which rapidly changed my profile… I got entry into the editorial board as a designer. Some seniors became very good friends… my creative designing and innovation touched many. Another event that added glow to my life was sudden love for blogging… With some super natural powers I wrote a fictious love story ( A Date to Remember ) which was loved by my friends… the no. of hits went in 3 digits per day. Later I even got it legally copyrighted… because for me, it was more than a love story. This was just the begining of a new phase and I knew something more was awaited, but didn’t know what.

 

Vaah Life Ho To Aisi – 3rd year

In just one line 3yr year was a blast, the best part of my life… dreams were almost turning into reality. Even the campus was rocking with strikes, full day bunks… it was more like a freedom struggle. In my free time, now I watched movies and studied less.

My love for designing, blogging and databases became more profound. With the onset of sem 6 I became Oracle Certified DBA and had designed some of the best stuffs. Soon I was also given the task of heading the editorial board in the absence of seniors. This was one of the most difficult challenges in my life but the most motivating and interesting. With my team, finally we were able to deliver the best magazine ever published. Celebrations were awesome (I’m afraid to disclose it).

Then, the best of best; I got the chance to represent Jaypee Group at India Today Conclave 2010 that was all about international celebrities, limelight, astonishing experience… met many renowned celebrities like Ranbir Kapoor, Asin, James Cameron, Chris Huges, many more… even got autographs. The dream didn’t end here… even got a photograph with Salman Rushdie in a national newspaper. Enjoyed the lavished lifestyle, multi-cusine food, page 3 audience and even made some good friends on the three day trip.

As it is said by someone, you can’t always be wining. A good balance of winning and losing is imporatant. It was now time to lose something. Like sensex my pointer crashed severly.

 

Dil Maange More – 4th year

After 3 years of college I was no more a studious geek… in first year I used to withhold mass bunks but now I supported. Got more spoiled. This time India Today Youth Summit was a true delight… with Katrina Kaif just few meters away.

Though less classes were going as per schedule… the fear of studies, placements, MBA exams became horrifying. Project labs and presentations were order of the day. Every where only R.S. Aggarwal’s logic reasoning and quant books were seen. Those really serious about MBA were solving every single page of CL books. Girls were crazier than boys.

Then it was turn of most important day Infy placement day. With some nervousness and high hopes went for it. On night of that day, after clearing written exam and delivering a good interview felt a sigh of relief. Late night, I also had a pre-placement party with my friends. Infy was followed by Accenture… written was a simple walk and interview was amazing and easy (was lucky enough to have good panels). Finally, I found myself placed in Infy for which I had opted for. Infy placement brought more fun in life and brought smiles as final year project was dropped, sem 8 was shrinked to 30 days… and most adorable part was joining 5 months before garduation. Sem 8 was coined as InfySem was all about celebrations, parties, bunks, recollecting beautiful days and clicking pictures… and at last heartdly saying goodbye with tears in eyes.

 

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna

These four years that seemed too long at begining went so fast. They were magical. I ‘ll miss those amazing moments, sweet friends, beautiful campus, unlimited freedom, the joy of lectures and bunks, gazing and discussing about girls, the first peg with friends… late night maggi parties, staying awake full nights to complete assignments and projects… the fun in classrooms n labs, some cool fights, beautiful days and nights; last n most important all the endless gossips and mischiefs.

Time spent with each one of you will always remain in my heart forever !!

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

Cheers & Besta Luck !!

 

Friends let’s share some beautiful moments or events of our college life. Feel free to write (comment tab is on top)… so that we can always smile when we read them 🙂

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A Date to Remember

A story of a boy who meets his love after a long time. Each minute he spends with her is memorable and dramatic. Catch out the excitement and all the sweet memories.

Read on…You will either love it or hate it…But find difficult to put down.

A Date to Remember

Getting Ready…

The time for which I had been anxiously waiting was here. It was 8.15 am.

I had just 1 hour to implement my plan. I was sweating badly. I wasn’t that nervous even during the viva or T3s and not even my board’s result.

8.30 am :

Ankkiiiittttttt..!!

Pleasantly unpleasant sound came from my father’s room. Well you must be thinking what is pleasantly unpleasant…..It was pleasant coz it was my father’s voice but it seemed to be unpleasant because it made me even more nervous.

I went to my father’s room and he guided me with the usual instructions like having breakfast in time n endless things….

You know parents. They can easily send their children to hostels but when their soon to be engineer sons/daughters come back for holidays they treat them as 3 year young kids.

It was 8:45 now.

Just 45 mins and if my plan wasn’t implemented then…….

Somehow I managed to escape from home. I went straight towards my sexy car DL 2D 3456(brand new silver i20).

I didn’t want to do it but I had no option. I made it look low. I mean I punctured both the rear tyres of my car so that my father could not take it to office.

“Bye Dad” said nervously but excited me..!!

I knew he would come back to home after 5 mins. But he didn’t came back even after 10 mins.

Tension grew. Heartbeat was 100/min.Then suddenly bell rang “Ding Dong-Ding Dong-Ding dong”.

Oh…It was Dad.

“Somebody punctured the tyres…!!” said dad.

“I am going with Taneja uncle in his car. You please get it done but mind that not to move the car even an inch or else….”

“Ok Dad..!!”

It was 10 by now. I had just 2 hours for getting those punctured tyres corrected.

“Shit..!!” I yelled. Dad had forgotten to give me the keys.

I searched for the duplicate keys everywhere. In the end I called up dad. He told me that keys are at Rachna Bua’s place. We had given them the duplicate one’s when we had once parked our car near their home. Rachna Bua lives in the same area but in the other block.

I ran to her place. My cousin opened the door and instead of saying Hi Ankit she said Hi Avantika.

Well Avantika is my girlfriend’s name and this secret was revealed only to my cousin sis.

“Shutup n Gimme the keys of my car. I have to meet Avantika.”

My dumb sis searched for the keys for about half an hour, then finally got them.

It was 11 am.

I had just 1 hour. I rushed to get it repaired from nearby shop.

Mohit whom I knew, worked there. We were of the same age and in the same class but in different schools but he was more experienced than me. He had studied each class atleast 2 times. He was a born mechanic. He was my only hope at this point of time.

“Mohit Bhayi..!! Can U replace these punctured tyres..Its urgent..!!Bhaiyi Plz”. He assured me, he will and started replacing the tyres.

It was 11:30 by now.

I had again started sweating.

Me: Meanwhile you do this I am going to home and will be back in 15 mins.

And I rushed home. I got freshen up and wore my new pink parx shirt with the new Lee jeans. I properly gelled my hair and then again returned to the place where my car was parked.

Me: Have U done it…?

“Ya..” he replied.

Me: Thanks a lot Bro..!!”

Finally I got into my car. While driving many questions came to mind. These are as follows:-

“What will happen if dad gets to know that I have not moved car not only just an inch but driving it all along to CP?”

“What will happen if dad gets to know that I had punctured the tyres?”

“What will happen if someone sees me with Avantika?”

But all these questions didn’t matter when it comes to Avantika.

She is my love, my life, everything.

Things would have been simpler if I that ‘Bet’ wasn’t there. Avantika thought that I could never drive a car because in her view I wasn’t that type of guy. I don’t know what special characteristics a guy should have according to her for learning a car. Well whatever is it. Today was the day when I could show her that I had won the bet.

The wait ends…

Finally I reached CP.

I parked my car and rushed to the metro station…Known as heart of Delhi, CP is famous among youngsters, couples and of course shopping lovers. I am too fascinated with its ecstasy and night light. I reached there at 12:30 pm.

What I saw with my eyes… couldn’t believe.

She was there on time, a rare phenomenon, standing beneath a tree. That’s Avantika, my love.

Today, she was looking gorgeous. She wore light green sleeveless top and blue jeans. She was looking extremely beautiful and her open hairs made her look much prettier.

To describe her, she is a beautiful and talented girl with a good sense of humour.

She is too smart and an excellent salsa dancer. She taught me few steps but found it difficult to digest.

She is pursuing her economic hons. from SRCC(top of all), a thing I am really proud of…girl friend from SRCC…and the reason for all my ‘A+’ gardes in PD subjects in my college.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Suddenly, I collided with the adjoining barrier and bruised my knee. I feel this is one of the harmful effects of having girl friends like her.

I stood in front of her. “Hi ! Avantika….kya baat hai….today on time.

Avantika: Heyaa…dear, you late by 5 mins.

I apologised to her, even for that 5 mins.

She gave a cute smile to that.

Then, she commented on my looks that all girls usually do. I thanked her for that.

We discussed about our lives…college happenings, etc. I asked her the question which I usually ask her whenever we meet i.e. ‘ Dear, what reason this time you gave to your parents to meet me ?’.

Avantika: I told them…I am going to meet some of my old school friends and planning to go for movie or shopping and will be back by 6 pm.

Me: I hope this works well.

She laughed.

I remember, last time she gave an excuse to her parents that she was going to her friend’s house to study. That friend never used to study except the day before exam. She didn’t even inform her. All worse things happen when some good thing is going on. Avantika’s mom called up her friend…then what. But she’s perfectionist in managing all this…after all a SRCC student.

Avantika: Where are you lost… we haven’t even started shopping. What all today you have for me…?

Me: Lots of surprises…let’s have lunch first, its 1.05 pm.


Shopping…

We decided to go to Dominos which was crowded with young boyz n gals who seemed to have bunked their classes. We occupied a table close to a window. I ordered a large cheese burst pizza and two cokes.

While eating we had all the gossips which we missed for a long time…discussed all the funny things.

I noticed small amount of liquid cheese falling from her delicate lips. I wondered how lucky “Mr. Cheese” is…it could stay her soft lips…a chance that I deserved.

She was trying to wipe it out.

Me: Let ‘Mr. Cheese’ also enjoy the rare pleasure…wipe it out later….let it be.

Avantika: Ohhh…..shuuut upp. (in a lovely tone)

We both smiled.

She took my hand in her hands. Song ‘Every day I love you’, was playing in background.

Avantika: Ankit…i really missed you a lot….I love you.

Me: But I didn’t miss you much….thanks to my batch mate Shruti.

The expressions on her face pretended that she was going to hang me upside down.

Me: Just kidding….Whether its Shruti or Ekta…no one can replace you…You are my heart beat….I love you too.

I was trying to be mischievous with her but failed. When it comes to pranks and all those humour… she was bitch, a tough one to compete.

Kismat Connection…

It was 2.00 pm, we started our shopping plan.

I thought to buy some good clothes for her. We went to United Color of Bentton.

Going out for shopping with girls, you need to have a heavy pocket full with money you saved specially for her. This is second harmful effect of a girlfriend. But thank God, it had 40% season sale which didn’t burden my pocket much.

I then selected a stylish ‘Tee’ for her, which she appreciated.

She too bought a shirt for me and I must say her choice of colours and designs is awesome.

Later, we looked out for other shops…did some window shopping and bought some little stuffs.

Avantika: I m tired, can we have a break…?

Me: Of course…let’s have something.

We entered a bakery shop and had black-forest pastries, favourite of both. We relaxed for about half an hour.

It was 3.45 pm, she wanted to buy some art work for her parents, so we bought a one from a handicraft emporium nearby.

On the way we noticed the crowd…heard interesting talks of various girls who were with their boyfriends…discussed about our friends…n gave lots of endless comments to each other.

She made my every minute so lively and memorable.

It is rightly said…destiny plays a game with you.

What I saw then, I never imagined.

It was like a tornado just 200m away or a huge tsunami wave in front of me…like a terrorist aiming a gun shot at me…any horrifying thing of the world. I saw my cousin brothers and sisters with their family outside a shop, where we were standing.

My eyes were wide shut open, I was feeling coldness.

Avantika: What happened…you fine?

A voice echoed in my ears ,‘Run…Run….Save your life !!’.

I clinched Avantika’s arm, probably I was hurting her and entered Cafe Coffee Day which was just 15-20 m away.

Me: Come Avantika….coffeeee…. (rushed inside)

We occupied corner most table which was far away from the main entrance. My heart was pumping at its full pace and I thanked ‘Mr. Fate’ for this narrow escape.

Avantika: Heya…what’s the matter? Tell me now.

Me: Let’s have order first.

I told her all about that. Why I rushed….?

Avantika: Ahaa…my poor guy…love you…(laughed aloud).

She was rolling with laughter and teased me. The bitch didn’t even understand…what went on me.

A walk with her…

It was a lovely evening, cool breeze going all along.

A few strands of hair were falling on her face, she looked too innocent but she wasn’t.

As we walked along the inner foot path of Central Park, tiny sprinkles of water from fountains on us made our day more lovely and memorable. We had sweet talks…naughty gossips…shared our lovely dreams and what not.

Soon I saw three of my classmates Shreya, Pallavi and Trisha and two others whom I didn’t knew.

They too noticed me and I waved my hands to them.

We exchanged greetings and I introduced them to Avantika and her to them. Last time I met them was school get together a year back. After that we just met online.

Pallavi was one of my very good friends and much closer to me. I remember my school days when we used to sit together…help each other…, she is a smart n intelligent girl and ya ravishing too. But now it’s all Avantika.

We all had some interesting words and I was sure that Pallvi would poke me online or through messages about Avantika.

Now I wanted to spend time with her alone.

Me: Let’s go for a drive.

Avantika: On metro…?

Me: In my car.

She was surprised. She had lost the bet.

I was excited on winning the bet and asked for my prize…

Avantika: Let’s go.

Priceless Gift…

We reached the parking. I started driving.

After driving for about 20 mins, I stopped the car at the lonely place beneath the tree and then I said “Avantika I love you…”.

Tears like pearls were twinkling from her eyes.

She is a sensitive girl. I wiped them with my fingers and gave her a hug.

She kissed me on my cheek. I could feel the softness of her lips which was once experienced by ‘Mr. Cheese’.

I too had tears in my eyes. I again gave her a hug….

The song ‘Mohabat Aap Se…’, was playing on stereo and it made the environment warm and soothing.

Our eyes met and then I don’t know what happened and she kissed my lips (that was my prize). It was a soft gentle kiss. I then kissed her forehead. We both laughed.

We then exchanged gifts which we had brought for each other.

We both smiled.

Her smile was priceless.

After dropping her at metro station we said good bye to each other. I kept gazing till she was disappeared. Now, tears were out of my eyes, they too wanted to see her….

I wished she would have never gone and each minute come again and again. I closed my eyes and thought of nothing else.

Suddenly, I heard a disturbing noise.

I opened my eyes.

I was on bed and alarm clock was ringing aloud. It was difficult to believe that it was a dream.

Soon, a there was a beep and glow from my cell phone.

There was a message:

Heya… gud mrng…love you.

When I am seeing you…Avantika

I smiled and rolled with excitement.

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Story By : Ankit Gogia

(Edited by my sweet sister)

Copyrights © Ankit Gogia 2009. All rights reserved.


I want to share with you something.

We all read love stories from IITians and students of IIMs. Well this time its a JIETian and an ex-Salwanian.

The interesting secret behind this fictitious story, is a real story that’s much more interesting than this and inspired me to write this.

Some of you might be thinking of  ‘A+’ grades in PD…A connection between Fiction and Reality….!!

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