Select The Best College.

Those altruistic parents who wants to sent their children for studies across India must be in a state of bafflement, not able to make up their mind. Colleges are plenty in India and even the worst college will have something to show to attract international students. I ain't sure how far our consultancies are well informed about the college that they are linked with. Consultancies should be well informed of the college infrastructure, academic caliber and other recreational  and sports facilities. It is simply impossible for consultancies to tour whole of the college across India and get the detailed information of the college, but they do pretend to know everything just for their own benefit. 

In many occasion, students were given delusive information and misguided after reaching college. Tempting advertisements reflected on the brochures and pamphlets are mostly fake and deceptive. It so happened that, I along with my friends went around our college campus in search of the building which is set as the background in our student Identity card. We couldn't spot the building in the entire college campus and doubted the one building which was under construction slumped in  marshy area.

At that very moment, I realized the need of an intelligent suggestions from the already admitted students rather than blindly believing someone who is an untrustworthy person. Those amicable friends who wishes to join colleges in India must try to get the true information from the students and shouldn't forget to enquire the climate as this has been the major problem for all Bhutanese students in hot places like Andhra Pradesh,Vijayawada where dank weather  had tormented almost the entire fellow mates with health related issues. 

Friends in other colleges have their  own tale to share with us. Prior to their admission to the college, they're informed of the facilities which included AC room, swimming pool and many more which wasn't there in reality. Who to blame? We become helpless to ourself once we're caged in the wrong place. So, I would urge my fellow mates who are wishing to pursue their undergrade to check out the college before considering the final decision which will just make you repent. 

My First Tiffin As Breakfast

For the past four days, my university remained closed due to the unforeseen circumstances. The whole Andhra Pradesh called for a state Bandh demanding a "United Andhra" after the Congress government announced the new Telangana state out of Andhra Pradesh state. With nothing much to do in my apartment, I lazed all day in my bed surfing net and playing online games. Even this started troubling me because every thing became a repetitious activity and the same mind-numbing schedule. 

In the class, we often talked about taking a tiffin to the college though no one was really characterized by the great determination to wake up early and cook to feed their tummy. By the evening of 2nd august, college announced  the rescheduled working days to make up with the lost working days and adjusted the wednesdays' timing on 3rd and thursday's on sunday. I was really longing for it as I was bored staying in the room literally idle. 

The previous night, I was fast asleep. I usually force myself to the bed as early as possible during working days so that I can get enough rest and be energetic in the class. Today, I woke up earlier than my usual timing and right away got into kitchen to prepare my lunch. I compacted the veg fried rice into a small square shaped container and geared up to leave for my college. As I descended through my apartment lift, someone came with the news that the college is off today too. To make sure of it, I enquired other college fellas for the confirmation. 

U-turned back to my room, flashed the news to my friend who was in the toilet. Took out my steaming pack lunch, turned the TV on to NDTV breakfast news and noisily chewed my tiffin as breakfast. I am certain that other buddies in my class will definitely get into the same habit of packing their own rather than torturing the tummy which is not at all good for oneself. After all , we eat to live and to maintain our health.

Prosperous July Month.

July month was little bit lazy, the sky blanketed with cloud ever ready to herald a heavy downpour. But, this was probably the best weather condition in Andhra Pradesh. The previous years, I don't remember of anything like this. It used to be dry all year round with extreme heat and humidity. Despite being a coastal region, it hardly rained which remained as a big question mark. 

The famous Krishna river which I used to plot randomly during my geography exam is just a few kilometers from my college. It remains dry most of the time and sometimes without any water. The river bed serves best as cricket and soccer field for people residing near the banks of river. At times, one can spot people replying nature's call by the bank side. 

While the northern part is devastated by heavy down pour, flash floods and landslides, situation is tranquil in and around my vicinity. I can best describe the current climatic condition as a perfect cool weather. The lush green fields imparting scenic beauty to the place and the cool breeze blowing all night keeping me cool for the first time in 3 years. 

I would definitely long for the continual of the present condition for the rest of the year. Infact, I can only pray and the rest will be cared by mother nature. For many reasons, I can signal pleasure and heartily say, July 2013 was fun and a prosperous month for me(secretive reason). Weather is cool , I am calm and life is turning out to be more livelier and beautiful. 

Dreaming to get a Ripped body.

In recent past, I came across many people complimenting that I have become healthy. I have put on some weight which is obvious and feel awkward to see myself in amoeboid shape. Actually, everything is befalling at the right time when I was thinking of visiting my college Gym for a light exercises.

 I did plan about making to the gym from the first year itself, but feared for not being that strict with diet. Considering my current eating habits and extra weight that I have put on, it becomes a kind of signature mandate to do some physical exercises.

I was a keen sportsman in school which helped me to stay fit. Things deteriorated upon reaching college as I got more into boozing than games. It has been almost 3 years now that I haven't been either into soccer field or basketball court. Where has my zest for playing gone. Possibly, it could be the lazinese which is wrapped by apathy that controlled me over this long gap. 

Ruing over how I used to be and what I am now will further strike my emotion and sadden me. So the quest for my old, but beneficial habit of playing games should start right away without any further delay. For the very first time in the college, I showed myself in the basket ball court today. My room mate knew that I am bit disquieted with the change and he encouraged me to join him and dispel my gloom.

I mustered my lost interest and tried my best though my play time didn't prolong more than 10 minutes. I couldn't withstand in the court like my fellow mates who are regular in the court almost everyday. The woeful performance in the court depicted the loss of my stamina.

 I got to retrieve it back and improve my physical fitness. So the very next time I step into the court, I will try to increase my playing time and keep up my morale, not forgetting my dream of getting a ripped body which is definitely and undoubtedly  the most enduring task.

I am emotional

Two months of vacation ended up in a blink of an eye. It certainly can be due to me being busy most of the time in the hospital. Now I am back to my  college with fresh memories ready to befriend with books to get a genuine credit in exams. Ofcourse, this is every students top priority that I must never ever forget. The past few days was quite gloomy with nothing amusing. Felt like I grew more melancholy for departing from my loved ones. No one can fathom the sadness and the lonely feeling that's in me. I really can't describe the things running inside me. I have become effusively sentimental.

At one point, my tears have already rolled down my cheek by the time I realized. That happened when I was streaming X-Factor auditions. I am out of my words to elaborate on it. My eyes reddened watching the talented lads ablaze the stage with their melodious song and vocal repertoire. It may invite ridicule to some people to know this, but I must clarify that it was totally a tear of joy. I am born as a hardcore fan of those who are talented vocalist and I am passionate enough to be an enthusiastic listener. Life is more beautiful when we do that overwhelms us. 

I gathered all my nerves to share the emotional arousal to my friend. She commended in her own way. In a pitiful way, she said it could be the rise of my compassionate mind. I personally felt that I was too much emotional rather than compassionate. My eyes got drenched with tears  and I now know that it was actuated by emotion, not by compassion. It was simply mesmerizing to watch those gifted singers which was fascinating  and made me cry along with them out of joy. 

Such incidents are flummoxing. I am now like whether to continue with shedding my tears or to simply quit watching. I am yet to choose between these two choices which are resting right infront of me. By now, people may be knowing what I will choose. 

Unreciprocated

Friendship is the first as well as the last step of love. Generally, a person will never befriend with anyone if he hates the other person. It is friends who can understand us wholly than any one else. Being close in the school days and becoming more than friends can be just an insight infatuation and a teenage admiration. The urge towards liking someone on the later part of our life is what we called a matured love.

The little confidence placed  in it often drives away everything and shatters the ever unending drama of love, relationship and life. It is at that point of ones life where people start seeking intelligent suggestions from the people close to them. The cherishing days in the school provide us with the blurred idea and barely give us time to analyse our doings.

The story of how my friend started liking our own class mate is not at all an uncommon scene around us. I knew he can be the best of all to her. Being the closest  friend of mine, he shared everything to me and even seeks my suggestions all the time.  As a friend to both, happiness is bound to usher on me, if I see them together. As always, my jovial and closest friend started to admire our own classmate.

Though, it happened after many years of going away from school, the news didn't flummox me even a bit also. He was unable to take up the decisions that he actually wanted to go along with. The feeling of hesistance hindered the further progress. At the moment, I responsively suggested him to move ahead because I thought the girl would suit best for the gentleman like him.

On many instances, our incessant chit-chat was all about him and the girl whom he is in love with. A very unsure friend was really in love and dimmed by it. I became the resource person for him and often exchanged thougths and ideas mattering to relationship. I did chat with her. It was a casual talk between the two old friends nearly after 6 years of departure from school.


At one point, I even enquired about her life, relationship and her choice. Going through her reply, I thought she was still the old charming friend whom I know to some extent. She was determined not to date until she graduated and seemed strict with her decison. Even today, I will never tell anything that will sound like a discrepant affirmation to what I wrote before this. I couldn't step myself backward from asking her onward progress with our friend. The good thing in it was, I didn't sense any hint of disapporval from her side too and that probably might have made the man feel optimistic with his acts and the reason why he gave a go ahead to his mission.


The matter would have ended before anything narrative featured in between the two if she was straight and right to the point from the beginning. The true feeling without ambiguity is what we die to hear from people. If it is the truth spoken from the heart, people at other end are always wise and gentle enough to understand and comprehend it. Confirming to actuality leaves no scar even if the truth is bitter. The main cause of the emotional angush can be infinite, but the worst of all that leaves a scar on heart is when someone who you trusted the most makes you feel lonley  with intense emotional anguish.


This is the way of life. I am sure, the both must be going through series of tormenting feelings for posing themselves in to such a position and giving a strain to their strong friendship. What made me feel dizzy was when I came to know that she is dating with someone. Well, the decision is strictly with her and no one can call into question or throw any opinion as she has the sole right for what she opts to do for. For now, I feel  glad to hear it, but lament for the other guy whose dream shattered on the mercy of his guiltless and innoncent heart.


I just couldn't stop myself  from writing this to show the height of  moral degeneration to my fellow mates who can be the victim of ones own emotional trauma. Rules aren't meant to followed regimentally, but on our will. It is absolutely normal to be decisive in our life and work for the personal welfare. It wasn't at all a surprise to let my ear hear it, but it did flew through my spine giving a vibe which I'm unsuccessful of describing at this point.

 That was not at all a flaw or a mistake because it was her own decision which I respect from my heart and she too shouldn't feel bad for her smart decision which is marked by the impact of wise decision. Therefore it wasn't anything like surprisal to see her happy with someone, but definitely the true picture of world around me which is simply unpredictable which  I will regard it as untrustworthy.

Real Me For My Real Buddies

Am I a changed person now, still remains as a big questionable averment.  I talk a lot, sometimes I speak our rapidly and incessantly over an ineffective topic. I make people around to laugh out loud with my juice-less humor.  For decades, I kept myself mum for I couldn't assemble my fortitude and determination to speak my heart out. I had never danced or sang in-front of anyone before I joined college.

This is something which makes me laugh alone in my room like a person afflicted with psychosis. I bemoan at heart to say that I never interacted with my female class mates until 10th standard. The inborn reflexes within me seemed to have been cocooned itself for so many reasons. It was like my complex state was so vague that I couldn't even trace out what was right for my betterment. 

For now, I could feel the difference and will humbly say that I rejoice over it. I ain't trying to show that I am matured enough to deal with the world around me for maturity doesn't mean I've to show off my hairy face. I recently realized that it was no good for me to be a timid guy solely for the reason that people around take it in other way round.

At most, they can just judge us by the way we mingle and interact with the acquaintances around. God didn't bestow me with the serenity to interact with all kinds of people around me. So, nothing will amaze or anguish me, not even the negative remarks or the flattering words. For now, I proudly pronounce myself as the best and the closest friend to many of my former classmates who couldn't dare to talk when we were together in school. 

Now, they are ready to spank me for being too serious. I condemn for my shitty act as it was me and my outward aspect that compelled them to take it otherwise. It can either be their stupid and haphazard first impression on me. Books aren't to be judged by its cover so are the men. The part in them, which impelled them to consider me as a serious guy is jubilating apparently. For now, they speak out their heart to me and throw their tantrums whenever I deserve it.

Feels good to see them overjoyed for knowing me in real and effacing the old stories of our schooling days. Impermanence is inevitable, it is totally inappropriate to pronounce myself as a changed person for mirror would definitely hint the seat of the faulty of the assertion stated above. I will just say that people around is seeing the inherent ability of a timid and shy primitive guy.