Guys.. me nd ln wrote this 2gthr 4 coll. mag. pls go thru it nd tell if its worth being published in coll mag. corrections are welcome.
Dreams show us the path ahead, dreams serve as an inspiration to move along. All of us had a dream, when we entered into this campus, three and a half years before. We were totally unaware of what was going on here. Now, some still pursue their dreams, some got diverted in between, some started to have more dreams, and some are in total chaos.
To which ever group you belong, the time that you spent in this campus is going to be the best and the most unforgettable in your life. This is where we realized that friends are for a lifetime and feelings are just for a moment.
Here we are, two fellow cetians, trying to describe a day of a typical cetian who is lazy, irresponsible, and careless.
On each and every morning, eyelids seem to be the heaviest thing on earth for me. Even heavier than what Karnam Malleshwari managed to lift to give us that Olympic medal. But I am a born fighter, that’s why I was able to reach here in CET. So I fight with it every day, and somehow open my eyes before 9 because that’s the time at which classes are supposed to start in our college (At least for those who can wake themselves up that early.)
I go past the main gate, there stands the main block. I have always loved it’s look. I get into the class, at 9.30 or so. The teacher allowes me to get in, which does not happen that often. I get thrown out every now and then, but I don’t really mind. After all, getting into classes is just a matter of getting attendance for cetians. Whatever is taught in the classes, we never worry about it. Have you ever heard the definition of a college professor? They are the ones who talk when all others are sleeping. That’s one thing in which most of the cetians firmly believe in, so we never try to forfeit it. I keep observing the class while the teacher is trying to explain something. A few are drawing pictures in their notebooks. May be of some of the girls sitting in the first bench, or of the teacher herself. Some are discussing some matters of immense importance, most probably a movie that released recently, yesterday’s English Premier League match or some other equally serious matter. One of my friends was sleeping. He got up when he was about to fall from the bench and looked around as if a new born baby was watching the world, totally confused. Various games like Bingo, Bull and cow etc. were going on in several benches.
In spite of all these, there are a few who take keen interest in what is being taught. They are all listening to the teacher, waiting for each and every word to fall from her mouth. They can also be classified into two, the ones with good technical knowledge, and the ones without it (Don’t underestimate them, some of them even write books on certain subjects even though they don’t know a thing.) But that doesn’t really matter as both groups score well in the exams.
During lunch time, cetians always love to spice things up a bit at Lords. Lords is the best restaurant near to the college, where things are served so quickly that we will even think of leaving a visiting card and getting back later. Sharja corner and Chechikkada are usually the options when the budget is low.
I don’t usually sit in the class in the afternoon, since I want to give my brain a break. I just walk around in the campus. There aren’t too many places in our campus to hang out except for the flirt-zone (Panchara kaadu as it is popularly called and there is no point in going there alone) and a small canteen. Our Library is an excellent one, (That’s what some tell. Haven’t had much of an experience) but that would be the last place to hang out. Even the guys who love to spend their free time in the library had told me that they hadn’t seen more than five (I know that five is a huge number) people in the reference section. Of course there is a large amount of knowledge there, the freshers bring a little in, seniors don't take much away, so knowledge sort of accumulates.
You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink till sunrise. The work never ends, but college does...
Live every day to the fullest and take risks. As long as you are happy, nothing more is important. Tomorrow isn't promised, so make sure you make the best out of today.
Thanks to my parents that they put me in the best college! The three and a half years I spent in the college was ecstatic. Lots of memories are still hitting me like huge waves, but it is not possible to put everything in writing!! My college and College life Rocks!
We even have Mr. George W. Bush to back ourselves up. "To those of you who received honors, awards and distinctions, I say well done. And to the other students, I say you too may one day be president of the United States."
Now, one last question to you all.. “If you had a time machine and you were tossed back to the beginning of your college life, what one thing would you like to do which you haven’t done now? ”