Anything
being last has been very special in life. This is my first post about
my last sports day (hopefully : if i clear the last semester)..It was
the day i didn’t participate in any of the sports events.
It was a very cold morning, 2nd Feb 2012.I wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans which was the branch dress code for the day. I caught the bus at 7.45am.I was a little shocked to see the dark red color of the bus which was yellow just yesterday. Changing the color of the bus was as simple as changing the cell phone panels. I took the window seat in the 4th row. Near the first 3 seats was written "ladies" with too much attention to detail in TIMES NEW ROMAN font. I had become an expert in differentiating between various font styles after clearing a subject called "seminar" in 7th semester, during which every student had to do font check, format check, spell check et al before submitting a seminar report successfully. But there were men who were either illiterate, ignorant or rather disorients and preferred the first 4 seats .
I wondered why was the conductor so time conscious. One of the conductor shouted "you are 60 seconds late" to which the driver replied sarcastically "oh i see! There was a huge traffic, not my fault ”. The conductor gave a angry bird look.
I started browsing in my Nokia 2690 mobile and thanks to TATA Docomo browsing had become much cheaper than messaging. As i was scrolling through my facebook account i saw there were many likes on my comments. By many i mean only 6, as my social network is not very widely spread yet with only 250 friends in my facebook account. Listening to romantic songs sitting near the window with my headphones on made me feel like the SRK of DDLJ but "Ticket Ticket Ticket" brought me back to reality. I always appreciated the conductors for their memory and complex mathematical problem solving abilities but curse them occasionally when i had to pay full ticket for not having the bus pass. Everyday he gives me a useless piece of paper. Its been 3 and half years trying to figure out whats actually written on the ticket.There is a large collection of colorful tickets in my bag which I wish was of use, like philately or numismatics but everyday they make me realize what a jobless fag I was. It was 8.02am when I reached the bypass and had to catch another bus to college. I took a bus at 8.04am to be precise.I have been traveling in this bus for the past 3 and half years and nothing has been changed in the yrs except the people traveling .
The bus was fully conquered and finding an inch of place was very difficult. I rushed inside and found a place for myself. It’s only during government holidays and Sundays do we get the honour of sitting.
I cant explain how embarrassing it is to see myself in various bharatnatyam positions when the bus travels with bullet speed and takes sharp turns. I could see 2 fools hanging down the footboard and one of them with long hair stood with support of his left hand and was giving a DDLJ SRK look. I bet he was humming “tujhe dekha to yeh….” but unfortunately was left with only aunties to impress.
I reached the college at 8.20am. As the bus stopped,dust flew all over the place making it look as though some magic bus from Hogwarts. Ahead of me was a tall building, the "Treasure of knowledge”. I am the robber here. In fact a good robber who never tries to steal anything.
Mens department as we call it, since toilet is a gross word is my first visit everyday. It’s the only place in college where we have the freedom to do all the weird stuffs. I stand in front of the relief machine, counting the number of chewing gums in it. Then i get pissed after reading the so called "Poor Jokes" inscribed on the poor wall.
When i entered the class i saw a happy couple sitting in the third row. I wished them "hi" and they ignored me and continued the chat. I kept my bag in the desk and moved out of the class. Our class is in the 5th floor and has a good view of our college campus. I study in one of the best university in this universe. Our college is known for its pleasant environment, cool weather, beautiful nature, good infrastructure,experienced lecturers,cultured and honest people and more importantly 100% placements. Let me tell you -i have job offers from two top IT companies-INFOSYS and HCL.
Standing under the hot sun, I felt we were put in a hot oven and the 1Megahertz microwave signal started attacking us from all the sides. If you are a typical nerd you will be impatient to point out that a 1Megahertz microwave signal doesn't exist. Yes!! you are right. To add this we were in black clothes. As you know,a black surface is a good absorber of heat. It has some parameter associated with it whose value is equal to unity. Its very difficult to understand the technical reason behind it and all I remember was I was boiling within. It involves a lot of frequency, wavelength stuffs which were too beyond my head. My cell phone was vibrating. It was my project leader's message "where are you? when do we start the project ?" I replied "marching ! lets do it in march".
The chief guest spoke about the India-Australia agneepath series. I felt most of them in the ground were familiar with the word agneepath. People stopped watching cricket matches after Sachins batting form came down(I am a big fan of Sachin Tendulkar).There may be other reasons too for people loosing interest in cricket. He also explained how sports play an important role in our life. There was vote of thanks followed by principals speech. It was the time to announce the march past winners. My grand salute had paid off . The group with the white gloves won the first place. We were shocked and surprised to hear that we won the second place. A 3rd yr student standing in front of me said to his friend "we didn’t deserve it”, but I said to myself " I deserved it” at least for getting my skin burnt. I asked what’s the cash prize ?. He said 3000. As i was calculating keeping mind 200 people in the gang, which made it 3000/200. One of my friend shook my hands firmly, telling "Congratts! you just won Rs15". We dispersed as the Captain promised a chocolate !!
Everyone moved to the corner of the ground taking out their hidden cameras. I saw juniors with their i-pads have never touched in my life, Samsung galaxy cell phones,15 mega pixel cameras. I slowly took out my nokia 2690 which has a 1.2 mega pixel camera .I put it back thinking it was better to hide it.
It was a very cold morning, 2nd Feb 2012.I wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans which was the branch dress code for the day. I caught the bus at 7.45am.I was a little shocked to see the dark red color of the bus which was yellow just yesterday. Changing the color of the bus was as simple as changing the cell phone panels. I took the window seat in the 4th row. Near the first 3 seats was written "ladies" with too much attention to detail in TIMES NEW ROMAN font. I had become an expert in differentiating between various font styles after clearing a subject called "seminar" in 7th semester, during which every student had to do font check, format check, spell check et al before submitting a seminar report successfully. But there were men who were either illiterate, ignorant or rather disorients and preferred the first 4 seats .
I wondered why was the conductor so time conscious. One of the conductor shouted "you are 60 seconds late" to which the driver replied sarcastically "oh i see! There was a huge traffic, not my fault ”. The conductor gave a angry bird look.
I started browsing in my Nokia 2690 mobile and thanks to TATA Docomo browsing had become much cheaper than messaging. As i was scrolling through my facebook account i saw there were many likes on my comments. By many i mean only 6, as my social network is not very widely spread yet with only 250 friends in my facebook account. Listening to romantic songs sitting near the window with my headphones on made me feel like the SRK of DDLJ but "Ticket Ticket Ticket" brought me back to reality. I always appreciated the conductors for their memory and complex mathematical problem solving abilities but curse them occasionally when i had to pay full ticket for not having the bus pass. Everyday he gives me a useless piece of paper. Its been 3 and half years trying to figure out whats actually written on the ticket.There is a large collection of colorful tickets in my bag which I wish was of use, like philately or numismatics but everyday they make me realize what a jobless fag I was. It was 8.02am when I reached the bypass and had to catch another bus to college. I took a bus at 8.04am to be precise.I have been traveling in this bus for the past 3 and half years and nothing has been changed in the yrs except the people traveling .
The bus was fully conquered and finding an inch of place was very difficult. I rushed inside and found a place for myself. It’s only during government holidays and Sundays do we get the honour of sitting.
I cant explain how embarrassing it is to see myself in various bharatnatyam positions when the bus travels with bullet speed and takes sharp turns. I could see 2 fools hanging down the footboard and one of them with long hair stood with support of his left hand and was giving a DDLJ SRK look. I bet he was humming “tujhe dekha to yeh….” but unfortunately was left with only aunties to impress.
I reached the college at 8.20am. As the bus stopped,dust flew all over the place making it look as though some magic bus from Hogwarts. Ahead of me was a tall building, the "Treasure of knowledge”. I am the robber here. In fact a good robber who never tries to steal anything.
Mens department as we call it, since toilet is a gross word is my first visit everyday. It’s the only place in college where we have the freedom to do all the weird stuffs. I stand in front of the relief machine, counting the number of chewing gums in it. Then i get pissed after reading the so called "Poor Jokes" inscribed on the poor wall.
When i entered the class i saw a happy couple sitting in the third row. I wished them "hi" and they ignored me and continued the chat. I kept my bag in the desk and moved out of the class. Our class is in the 5th floor and has a good view of our college campus. I study in one of the best university in this universe. Our college is known for its pleasant environment, cool weather, beautiful nature, good infrastructure,experienced lecturers,cultured and honest people and more importantly 100% placements. Let me tell you -i have job offers from two top IT companies-INFOSYS and HCL.
In fact INFOSYS has the record of recruiting a maximum
number of people from our college. Thus here for most of them “Sabka Malik Ek”
holds very true.
My friends came to the college at around 8.45am.There was a gang of good friends who regularly
bird watch, which helps them in hormonal balance and puts them in good mood before attending the classes. There are different varieties of birds in our college. Go, stand under a tree for a while and you will sense it. Some fly very high in the sky and its very difficult to see them. Some fly but nobody is interested. We then enter the class after all the birds fly away. Since it was sports day the classes were cancelled and we continued the bird watch extended. I noticed an energetic, enthusiastic group of students with their cool and attractive branch t- shirts (with hi fi slogans-supposedly involving a lot of ctrl-c, ctrl-v and wiki).They were all walking to the playground for the march-past. Half of the students in our class were absent. They stayed at home watching SPORTS channels, preparing for the sessionals, updating their facebook and twitter statuses, playing GAMES etc etc. With their activities put to halt, everyone moved to the ground at 9.00am.
Colourful flags were waving all over the ground. Most of the students were in black or white clothes. There was one group with an appealing appearance. They wore a white t shirt, white cap, white gloves, black jeans and green band on their hands. I gave them a Dance India Dance, Mithun Da grand salute.
We made a curved line instead of a straight line. I was covered by 2nd year and 3rd year students. Our branch captain was giving instructions which nobody understood but the juniors pretended to understand. Everyone shouted "yes sir" on his commands.
A SPORTS DAY kind of atmosphere was not created that day. Most of them were either busy in comparing and praising their branch t-shirts or getting ready for the photo session. Time has changed as people go for picnics and take snaps for the sole purpose of updating their facebook profile.
With only a few minutes left for the march-past I was all set to show-off my left-right-left-right skills. There were around 60 boys in our group. As we marched I saw 60 different left-right-left-right styles. Some marched like it was republic day parade. I could see my friends walking with a purpose, with chest up and stomach in, placing their foot in the 45 degrees position, swinging their arms parallel to each other. In the center of the ground there was a band set group of 10 high school students. They were all "wanna be engineers". I wished them good luck. We moved on and saluted the chief guest. The march past was over and it was the time to feel some heat. We stood under the hot sun for the next 15mins.
A VIEW
The prayer was going on as I wondered why boys never sang the prayer song. After the prayer I heard some “claps". I was surprised. I clapped for their claps. The Welcome speech continued. One of the student welcomed the Indian chief guest in his American accent. There was a round of applause for his American accent. When we stood there silently, listening to the welcome speech, i heard one of the final year girl saying "the best thing is that we wont be here for the next sports day". I became very emotional that moment.Tears started rolling from my eyes..,, but they were invisible. I was desperate to tell her how difficult it is to clear the 8th semester, forget next sports day.
My friends came to the college at around 8.45am.There was a gang of good friends who regularly
bird watch, which helps them in hormonal balance and puts them in good mood before attending the classes. There are different varieties of birds in our college. Go, stand under a tree for a while and you will sense it. Some fly very high in the sky and its very difficult to see them. Some fly but nobody is interested. We then enter the class after all the birds fly away. Since it was sports day the classes were cancelled and we continued the bird watch extended. I noticed an energetic, enthusiastic group of students with their cool and attractive branch t- shirts (with hi fi slogans-supposedly involving a lot of ctrl-c, ctrl-v and wiki).They were all walking to the playground for the march-past. Half of the students in our class were absent. They stayed at home watching SPORTS channels, preparing for the sessionals, updating their facebook and twitter statuses, playing GAMES etc etc. With their activities put to halt, everyone moved to the ground at 9.00am.
Colourful flags were waving all over the ground. Most of the students were in black or white clothes. There was one group with an appealing appearance. They wore a white t shirt, white cap, white gloves, black jeans and green band on their hands. I gave them a Dance India Dance, Mithun Da grand salute.
We made a curved line instead of a straight line. I was covered by 2nd year and 3rd year students. Our branch captain was giving instructions which nobody understood but the juniors pretended to understand. Everyone shouted "yes sir" on his commands.
A SPORTS DAY kind of atmosphere was not created that day. Most of them were either busy in comparing and praising their branch t-shirts or getting ready for the photo session. Time has changed as people go for picnics and take snaps for the sole purpose of updating their facebook profile.
With only a few minutes left for the march-past I was all set to show-off my left-right-left-right skills. There were around 60 boys in our group. As we marched I saw 60 different left-right-left-right styles. Some marched like it was republic day parade. I could see my friends walking with a purpose, with chest up and stomach in, placing their foot in the 45 degrees position, swinging their arms parallel to each other. In the center of the ground there was a band set group of 10 high school students. They were all "wanna be engineers". I wished them good luck. We moved on and saluted the chief guest. The march past was over and it was the time to feel some heat. We stood under the hot sun for the next 15mins.
A VIEW
The prayer was going on as I wondered why boys never sang the prayer song. After the prayer I heard some “claps". I was surprised. I clapped for their claps. The Welcome speech continued. One of the student welcomed the Indian chief guest in his American accent. There was a round of applause for his American accent. When we stood there silently, listening to the welcome speech, i heard one of the final year girl saying "the best thing is that we wont be here for the next sports day". I became very emotional that moment.Tears started rolling from my eyes..,, but they were invisible. I was desperate to tell her how difficult it is to clear the 8th semester, forget next sports day.
Standing under the hot sun, I felt we were put in a hot oven and the 1Megahertz microwave signal started attacking us from all the sides. If you are a typical nerd you will be impatient to point out that a 1Megahertz microwave signal doesn't exist. Yes!! you are right. To add this we were in black clothes. As you know,a black surface is a good absorber of heat. It has some parameter associated with it whose value is equal to unity. Its very difficult to understand the technical reason behind it and all I remember was I was boiling within. It involves a lot of frequency, wavelength stuffs which were too beyond my head. My cell phone was vibrating. It was my project leader's message "where are you? when do we start the project ?" I replied "marching ! lets do it in march".
The chief guest spoke about the India-Australia agneepath series. I felt most of them in the ground were familiar with the word agneepath. People stopped watching cricket matches after Sachins batting form came down(I am a big fan of Sachin Tendulkar).There may be other reasons too for people loosing interest in cricket. He also explained how sports play an important role in our life. There was vote of thanks followed by principals speech. It was the time to announce the march past winners. My grand salute had paid off . The group with the white gloves won the first place. We were shocked and surprised to hear that we won the second place. A 3rd yr student standing in front of me said to his friend "we didn’t deserve it”, but I said to myself " I deserved it” at least for getting my skin burnt. I asked what’s the cash prize ?. He said 3000. As i was calculating keeping mind 200 people in the gang, which made it 3000/200. One of my friend shook my hands firmly, telling "Congratts! you just won Rs15". We dispersed as the Captain promised a chocolate !!
Everyone moved to the corner of the ground taking out their hidden cameras. I saw juniors with their i-pads have never touched in my life, Samsung galaxy cell phones,15 mega pixel cameras. I slowly took out my nokia 2690 which has a 1.2 mega pixel camera .I put it back thinking it was better to hide it.
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(TO BE CONTINUED)
BY SACHIN KUMAR
Waiting for remaining part.....
good one... when does the "water sports" session start? waiting for it..
wind it up in 2nd part.. or ppl will think u r a fan of ekta kapoor?
Awesome...dude... I never expected a guy from our project team is so multi talented silent Killer.... U ROCK Buddy.:-) Waiting ahead for Part II i.e. our one of the best Picnic Day.... Come on....
Thanks ppl... i am working on the 2nd part... it will be in 20-20 style..
nice :)