CAN EARTH SUSTAIN THIS SON OF A BITCH?
Well I don’t want to write this kind of blog but I am helpless. Someone said that pen is mightier than sword. Lets see whether this computer writing is even more mighty than pen or not. Its been a great pleasure to live in Aligarh, to spend this wonderful 4 years. But these things were till the last day when we had to submit the the final year project report which is mandatory part of engineering. This is the license of our B.TECH Degree. Everything was fine till a couple of days before submitting the report. I along with my project partner edited the report except for acknowledgement, certificate and references which I left for us to complete next day. However when I went to this ass licker’s room next day he was licking his ass. He said that he had given the repot for printing and binding and I needed to take no tension about that. On the next day this mother fucker, donkey raping shitty vanished. Cocksucker’s room was locked. On the final day 5 minutes before viva-voce I was shown my report.It was a hell for me. On the certificate he just mentioned his own name,in acknowledgement part he had written everything in the first person i.e “I”. The irony was he himself said in the last part “I deeply thank (his own name) “cock sucker” who really worked hard in preparing this report”. Now what to do. Nothing . Story doesn’t ends up here. This blasphemous incharitable stinking dog(piss on his face),said to the external examiner that only he had put effort in this project. The rest of the Guys were useless. Anyway the examiner was good so he was only concerned with the answers he got from us which were fine. But now you decide what to do with this motherfucker. I am sorry I have used some offensive words but if you would be in my place you couldn’t help yourself in thrashing this Bastard.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
LAST TANGO IN ALIGARH
LAST TANGO IN ALIGARH
So just 15 days are left. I am leaving this place. I don’t know whether I’ll be back or not. So what do you think ? Am I supposed to sing a song in grief? Or shall I sing a john denver “leaving on a jet plane” and become a mendicant for a hug from hmm…..i don’t know may be from chotu chai waala.The conditions were quite different during the inception time. I was supposed to live among the students of all fields B.A,B.Sc,Phd,LLB etc. Coming from a decent school I thought myself a little different. Escaping from ragging and lingering whole night at the medical’s canteen was a common thing. I realized later “jaisa des waisa bhes”. So what if I started sitting on a dhaba till late night doing nothing,What if even I started fantasizing a moustache bound girl who stood nowhere in my criteria for girls,what if I started roaming “amir nishan” market meant mainly for girls,getting completely bored and saying “I love this place”,what if I started going to cinema sitting on the front seat and enjoying the films. I was not like that. I thought myself as the most disciplined type of guy I have ever seen.But telling you one thing very frankly I love this place.why? because the comfort which you get here is inexplicable.The beauty of this place is the mesmerizing sleep for which I can sacrifice all of my other good habits.I can hug each and every ado which I despised earlier.The comfort here is just like your beautiful,lovable girlfriend for whom you are even ready to fight with your parents ,ignoring all her vices.I also lived in a dilapidated building supposing that as my hostel room,ate the bullet proof bread and thanking God for the chilled water which I could get only in dining hall.But its true It didn’t effect me at all.I love Aligarh and I love this university.It really made me rough and tough.
So just 15 days are left. I am leaving this place. I don’t know whether I’ll be back or not. So what do you think ? Am I supposed to sing a song in grief? Or shall I sing a john denver “leaving on a jet plane” and become a mendicant for a hug from hmm…..i don’t know may be from chotu chai waala.The conditions were quite different during the inception time. I was supposed to live among the students of all fields B.A,B.Sc,Phd,LLB etc. Coming from a decent school I thought myself a little different. Escaping from ragging and lingering whole night at the medical’s canteen was a common thing. I realized later “jaisa des waisa bhes”. So what if I started sitting on a dhaba till late night doing nothing,What if even I started fantasizing a moustache bound girl who stood nowhere in my criteria for girls,what if I started roaming “amir nishan” market meant mainly for girls,getting completely bored and saying “I love this place”,what if I started going to cinema sitting on the front seat and enjoying the films. I was not like that. I thought myself as the most disciplined type of guy I have ever seen.But telling you one thing very frankly I love this place.why? because the comfort which you get here is inexplicable.The beauty of this place is the mesmerizing sleep for which I can sacrifice all of my other good habits.I can hug each and every ado which I despised earlier.The comfort here is just like your beautiful,lovable girlfriend for whom you are even ready to fight with your parents ,ignoring all her vices.I also lived in a dilapidated building supposing that as my hostel room,ate the bullet proof bread and thanking God for the chilled water which I could get only in dining hall.But its true It didn’t effect me at all.I love Aligarh and I love this university.It really made me rough and tough.
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