dreams nd reality (part 5)

I reached b'lore like 1 week bfore the classes were supposed to commence!!! nd i waz nt at all excited tht actually my college life waz bout to start coz i had stopped dreaming.... i nvr wanted to leave dubai... coz had been thr like all my life... had gr8 frnds... evrything waz nice.. but kya kartha naseeb hi aisi thi...

Well i waz really trying to settle down in blore.. tryin to make myself comfortable.... nd i waz gettin advices frm all corners which i waz least intersted in....well my dad started off "dont act like a tapori nw.. get serious with life ... dont spoil my name" hmmm i wouldn want to comment... i could juss reply " ya fine " .... i waz juss hoping tht it would actually be the last thing i would need to take.. but as always i waz wrong again....

i donno people were like scaring me from all corners .." dont show off in college" ... huh thn for wht should i go to college ... nd m sure agar unke bas main hota na thy would hav applied oil... made me wear my pant really high tht i would'nt need to wear a shirt.. man i waz like wht the fck... thy were treating me tht as if i cant handle stuff on my own....
nd ya hw can i forget thy told me to take off my favourite gold chain nd bracelet... ... as if i waz goin to a college which waz located near the slum areas of b'lore or sumthin like a chor bazaar... or thy knew tht the staff in don bosco were cheap nd pathetic.... huh!!!

Later i came to knw tht there waz a function organised at don bosco for allthe 1st year students..... nd well i waz vry much intertsted so as to get a 1st look of my college...

So well i did go with my dad and a cousin... ...nd my first view of my college waz like achaa hai yaar... coz from outside it actually luks gud.... nd as we drove through... i could see a tomb kinda thing... it looked like a fckin water tank to me.... tht waz supposed to b the central building.. well for starts after seeing the outer part of the college i wasn too disappointed.... coz in dubai normally its not beautiful from outside.... but its amazing inside.. evn if its one of the worst schools... so i waz atleast expecting sumthin like tht ... if not more.....

Well i waz expecting to get into an auditorium which i actually thought tht every univeristy must have..... so obviously thy would be organising it thr.,..,
nd well again i waz wrong... i could see on their so called sports field woh jo hum log chote mote functions pe daal the hain na.. tent jaisa.... ya they were organising it thr.... thr waz a stage nd plastic chairs organised thnks to those volunteers... thy were those 2nd year students... nd wht bull shit volunteers.... they were acting like servants.... poor guys really ....

So function started... nd some babe was hosting the show..... babe matlab babe nahi yaar.... don bosco college main zyaada nahi milegi... isiliye babe.... or to make things more clear... hmmm like even a esha deol becomes a katrina kaif in DON BOSCO ... yea well tht iz a fact... so cant realy help...

many young looking uncles were visible ... nd they were actually guests who were called to waste 45 min of our precious time.. most of thm dint have hair... nd one guy tho he wanted to impress all the aunties... tht dumn chuck waz wearing a devanand cap covering his shiny bald head.. .huh!!! Well the way they spoke i waz quite sure.. tht the officials found thm on the streets .. paid thm Rs 50 nd got thm here to speak some utter nonsense ... :P

Well i knew tht if i had to spend my four years happily i had to live life on my own terms... thts more outside the college thn in....
hmmm later.. thy had lunch arranged for us .... nd well my dad sarcastically asked "kuch khaayega? " well i dint need to say anythin... We left the college.... !!!