Yet another semester...... or is it????

Winters are setting in and it’s that part of the year when getting out of quilts is tantamount to getting good grades in IIT. Obviously I am so much into these 'grades' thing because the crusade of grades has just ended. After each semester you realise that you’ve just concluded a humongous task and so is the case with this one too...... my third semester. However I can’t stop mulling over the fact that with each passing semester I am more deeply in love with 'Roorkee'. Staying at my domicile has now become a dreary task which I have to accomplish twice in six months. Maybe I am exaggerating a bit, but still I no longer cherish it.

My third semester was quite a fascinating one. I’ve had all kinds of experiences..... success, failures and much more. However this blog is not a blasphemy regarding the fact that I hoped to make it through to the Inter-IIT this time, but unfortunately couldn’t. In fact I am grateful to God that he consecrated me with someone who has always stood by me in the worst of circumstances. Not only that, my friends made it sure that I was able to get over something which seemed to be the horrendous nightmare for me whilst my journey in IIT so far. I would always cherish my time in this semester and I am sure that it can’t get any better than this. One thing that really took me was Business Management’s initial lectures. Would you buy me if I told you that my professor was a beauty???? :P :P I won’t consider you gullible if you do so even though it’s hard to believe such an episode in IIT’s. That was probably the only class I had my full attendance in and 'not to my surprise' many others had the same. By the way my friends call me ‘chotu’, though I have a few other names as well which I can’t disclose here but more or less it’s chotu for eternity. And not to overlook the fact that I have this really disturbing(disturbing because it really disturbs my wits when I think of it) image of being a 'ghissu' amid my friends. For a long time I feigned to be cool with it but I’d mention in this blog that actually I AM NOT and quite apparently after this semester the intensity of people calling me a ‘ghissu’ is only expected to increase and my friends know it why. >:(

However it would not be erroneous to say that I have got great buddies. Right from the chore of putting my proxies in lectures to provoking me to gift flowers to my girlfriend, these guys really have made my time worthwhile in Roorkee so much so that I miss every tick spent in Rajiv Bhawan(my hostel) while at home. It’s a pleasant feeling to have when you are aware that no matter what, you can just call them up and they would be trying their best to sort it out (PS : Don't expect guys that I wish to give a chapo...... I am JUST thankful :D :D). Anyways I would not like to go too much into this friends obsession even though some of them would be fuming for terminating this issue in such a fuzzy mode but I know we would resolve it by some non authentic conversation once back in college. :P :P

Right from the time I was underway with this blog, all I have been thinking is whether to inscribe what I am about to. I know she would be livid but my blog wouldn’t ever be absolute without mentioning about my girlfriend. If you wanna know the best thing that’s happened to me, it’s her. I have studied at this place for three semesters and trust me it was never as unique as it has been in the last four and a half months <3. If I really start unfolding about her, my blog would never come to an end(obviously I don't want that). So all I want to do is thank Gunjan and all of you guys for making my life meaningful and worthwhile in college so much so that I won't be able to forget the time I am spending right now. :D :D