Monday Morning

 Most people are languid and reluctant to work on Monday morning. The word Monday itself can make a person drowsy. Today we have our lab exams and I need to collect my record from Sathvi as early as I can. I am not at all worried about my record but for my friend Rajesh. He don’t know that I am making my junior to write my record and for that purpose I gave his record as reference. He called me 10+ times to know whether I kept his record in bag. Believe me or not, his phone call waked me from sleep today.

I can see my batch guys with books in their two hands looking into them desperately. Bus soaring to destination which it will only do exam days. When everyone were out of bus, no surprise we can see a gazer. It is our college A.O. He is well known as Mr. Loathsome. As I entered into cafeteria some one dragged my back. It is  Sathvika. She is stupefying in a red and green combination salwar kameez. I thanked her and moved to my examination hall in hurry. As I reached hubbub welcomed me. With a great difficulty I have completed my exam.

In the evening, Sathvika came along with me and Nancy. She is very conservative in her style of dressing. Her ear rings were trendy and very impressive. I didn’t talk much to Sathvi when Nancy is with us. As Nancy left us on our way, Sathvi initiated

‘Impressed with my work?’

‘Impressed? For what’

‘ Sir, I am saying about my work for your record!’

‘Oh..you are asking about that? Yea you did well and I said you not to call me sir!!’

‘Ooops…sorry..yes I do remember..’

‘It’s ok. Are you living here from childhood? I never seen you before. My house is very close to yours and I had gone through this way many times. I guess you don’t come out of home often.’

‘No. Nothing like that. My father works for IOC. So he will get transfers regularly and we almost travelled from north to south. Dad resolved to make hyderabad home town and now we are living here in an apartment from the past three years.’

It was just a 5minute walk and we both stood before Sathvi’s apartment. She waved her hands to say bye. When I stepped into my home, my mom said a gale gonna hit our home. They are my relatives coming all the way from banglore. They are really a nugging kind of personalities and no way I can bear them. I decided to stay away from them as much as I can so that I won’t be their victim.

I enquired my mom about their arrival and departure dates and times so that I can rescue my self from them. My mom said they are on the train now and will reach home by tomorrow. With grunting sounds my cpu slowly started and I opened my different social networking site accounts and surprised to see Sathvi’s request and message on facebook. I accepted her and the very next second I have seen Sathvi’s next message.

‘Hi..watsup ’

‘Hey you are on facebook?! Wow..’ I dazzled.

‘What do you mean? Ha…Do you think juniors shouldn’t have a facebook account!’

While I am giving reply to that I have got another message

‘Do you know karthik?’

‘Y..what happened?’

‘I will say you tomorrow..My mom calling me.It’s her time. She plays stupid farmville on facebook.’

‘GOSH.. Your mom is on fb?!!!!’

‘Hahahaah… All my family members were on fb.. I will message you when I am online..k.’

‘K..That’s fine..But where do u message me? on FB or MOBILE?’

My ruse to get her number worked. She gave her number and asked me to send a blank message. I gave her a blanc message after a hour. Presence of the relatives made me to keep myself away from home. I only went to home in the morning to take shower which I do silently so that they don’t notice me. In this way I escaped from relative GALE.

New Friend

However, this is exciting to catch up with a old friend like Nancy. She is a beautiful girl and talkative. After the interaction class of that day, we both had a long discussion knowing about each other. Our houses were only few metres apart and decided to boeard the same bus daily.

One day,while we are walking, i decisively handed over my assignment papers to Nancy and injected her to make two copies of it.

‘Rahul,what are this?’

‘My assignment papers and i need two copies of these on monday’ and we both trot on our way.

Nancy startled and started shouting at a girl on the other side of the road.

‘Sathvi,here!’

‘Who is she?’ I asked nancy with my my eyes opened wide at that girl.

‘Your junior and my friend, Sathvi’ Nancy chuckled.

‘Hey buddy, why don’t you come along with me in the evening?’ Nancy asked her.

In a sweet tone, she replied ‘you know that i have to collect my library books and searching all the books from racks took lot of time for me. You will experience it when you get your turn.’

‘No way! I am not going to waste my time with academic books. After all I am doing my studies for the sake of my parents.’

When two girls get meddle on a issue, they will forget surroundings and imagines they were on moon for some round table conference though they are on the road which meet peak traffic. I witnessed this today as they involved deeply as they extinguished me out of ther sight.

Omen, Nancy looked at me finally and gasped.

‘Sathvi, here it is, my friend Rahul.’

I arrogantly looked at her to show my seniority but I didn’t worked. She seemed so reserved. As soon as Nancy introduced Sathvi to me, she left us and we both slinked on our way. Seeing her being apprehensive, to create respite, I resolved t make a bare talk with her.

‘So what’s your name?’

‘Sathvi sir!’ as she said i found her voice relaxed yet scrambled.

‘Do you never talked o a guy? I mean you looking so terrified. Is that because of me!’

‘No sir. I am worried if some one whom I know see me with you will desperately create rumours.’

‘Ohh. This is weird. Is that your problem?’

‘Haha..society won’t be like as we are!’

‘Yeah..So which branch are you?’

‘Computers sir.’

‘Good. Now you take this papers and write copies of it. I will collect them from you on monday.’

Inspite of her tediousness, she answered me politely and took assignment papers from my hands. Appeased with her behaviour, I said her not to call me sir but can take my name.

Interaction Classes

This is a a choatic situation for any faculty to allow a senior to ragg their juniors. It was an additional benefit which our college management provides to ragg their juniors in a legal way. They kept a name to this event as "INTERACTION CLASSES". Our college management follows this as a ritual and they thinks these classes will aid in buliding a relation between juniors and seniors apart from ragging.

I have entered into on of the junior’s class and burst out to laugh seeing my friends at a corner. As expected the senior testosterone sticked to junior estrogen. In the beginning i just made my juniors to feel comfort with me. I asked them to introduce themselves.

 Suddenly I heared Raghav’s high pitch voice.

 ‘Hey,don’t act smart..k. I know you can do this.’


 ‘But, sir please,’said quiver in her voice.

 I interfered ‘Hey guys, what happened dude?’

 ‘ Just asked her to say kiss table ‘ Raghav said.

I told that girl to do what my friend said.Suddenly I glared and scanned her. With this,she had a nasty look in me and starred away from me.

‘You are the girl from Stanley na!!’ ,I asked her in a a doubtful tone.

‘Yes sir. But how do you know about me?’

‘Hey Nancy,don’t you remember me! We shared auto when we are in the school’ as I tried my best to take her to school days.

‘Ooh yes..its you!! Rahul. Yeah I got u buddy. How are you and what about your brother and parents?’

‘Yeah..they are fine.’

Arrival

Like a sudden monsoon rain, we heard about the new batch and about their orientation classes in the next week. Orientation classes are just like a premier show before the actual release of a new movie for all my juniors. The college management will indirectly give their insights on their students through the speakers of the orientation classes.

Ganga prasad, our faculty came to the class and enquired about our interest in being as volunteers. I kept myself aside. It was all about 4 days of orientation classes and all these for us was just like a holiday. I spent most of my college time in sports room.

In the evening , it was a habit for us to gather in the lane beside my home. Raghav always initiate a topic specially regarding the internal political affairs. He was very much esteemed to  politics because of his background. Siva was always used to live in his dreams. He is much more an innocent guy like my other friends. We all together  discuss on the consequences. This is how routine of my ordinary day ends.

After My Semester Holidays

I along with my friends raghav and siva made ourselves to reach stop in time. For me college was just made to pass the time and which was not my parents expected from me. I have scored good  grades in my previous semisters but how ever this was not I all wanted. People say that discrimination in India was only seen among stundets specially with reservation. But I have seen the same discrimnation among stundets in quite another way. This is ridiculous how people categorize their friends based on their grades.

It is sarvesh of my class who made me to see all these shit among friends. He is studious and brilliant though all these unable to remove the name for him as “byheart mastro”. I agree that a one night study before exam was quite enough for an average student to score more than his regular grades. So I give up my studies and concentrated on my external affairs.

Spending my whole day before internet made me feel so bored and decided to make my "book" with all the experiences i have met with in my past days in college.