Knocking the door

Pass me ... pass me take a nesse! oops!!! missed shit Then we ended up losing that multiplayer fa match . Now, its canteen time . We are bound for consuming something for that day . Oh !!! forgot to tell that here we, means me, Arakis and my friend, Marquis . Hey, Mark !!! call Thomas . He is also supposed to join us at canteen . told Arakis on our way to the inevitable. We were disappointed at that loss . I simply dont understand how it gets emotionally attached to us, how it matters losing a penniless game of fa . But it does, believe me . And it also do please us when something worth a penny somewhat satises your hunger . Thats our canteen is we were having the cheapest lunch in the city and not a bad one too. The richest brains in the city are having the cheapest dinner ... thats what they may say. But, we know that we talk shit there ... pure bullshit things regularly over there. Though we cannot have the manner to criticize teachers present there, which we normally do in the class , we love to see scandals and talk scandals. X giving treat to Y and Z sitting opposite to W ... cheap things everywhere . Our scandals were cheap too. That day we were four sitting there me, Marquis, Thomas and Evelyn. After having nished, we headed towards the exit . Thats when , we used to get split. The Love-to-read ones used to head towards the library and we badly needed some time before the next class to have another multiplayer game . Most of the days, this routine system disappointed us . Those rare days, when we used to become victorious over punctuality, rewarded us with our required time . Now, the class started. It was the class of Numerical Analysis. We had the knack of enjoying the class not by listening to the teacher but making the teacher listen to us . But, then there were bound to have some exceptions. Some guys , making their eyebrows big and eyelashes stretched , made thmesleves a good listener . The teacher was pleased to have them as they say it is better to have something than nothing . As far as time is concerned, the class had to end but always before the scheduled one . The day-scholars had the rush to go home but the hostel guys had not that triviality. Then there were some people, who have not yet decided between the hostel and the home . They used to take the accent of the hostel but prefer having 1

dinner at home. I was one of them , perhaps only one of them as far as all the criteria are concerned. Then the day ended for me and the lonely night started her journey . But these days, you cant help yourself being swallowed into loneliness. Facebook is always there to disrupt your mind . Then we cannot call the evening lonely as the medieval poets would like to say. After all those nuisances and having a moderate dinner , that day, I tried to remember something at bed . I didnt know what was the thing but what I knew was that I tried to solve some jigsaw puzzle of my reminiscences regarding my college. Why, on the earth, did I do that ? My mind had no answer . My heart already gave up . Oops!! I failed and now what would be better than a sarcastic sleep ...

The journey begins

The rst day !!! the rst show !!! and here it is . The long dream of being here in the Olympiques Instiute de Statistics had come true for at least 16 people present here . Four or ve faces were familiar to me . The rest were going to be more familiar to me in the coming ve years, I apprehend. The formality of introduction with the authority ended in a nutshell but I was pretty sure that the introduction of us among ourselves was not going to end that way . It ought to be something more exaggarated. The teacher was delivering the inauguratory lecture to the most serious and attentive class he was going to get in that ve years. The whole day passed in a serious manner. The prevoiusly met ones did not have the chance to know themselves better but the strangers-to-each-other ones started their journey of familiarity and friendship. Then came the FRESCONSIN . Lets do a recitation with playback music on Gangulis I said to Lucris smiling . He nodded and we rehearsed for that afternoon and felt condent to deliver something . At least something had to come good of that joint eort. There were other prearations going on too . We tried to give the better of us . The other batchmates also delivered something. Inspite of some barracking, I and Lucris got the better of it by having the compliments of our batchmates . At least, I have done something . Gradually, time got passed and the number of people among us introduced with the seniors got increased . After the rst day, we got the soda and now we had the ice -cream . So, icecream soda was ready and we were more than greedy to take it and make the rst sip to taste the OIS ... We shall have to wait 5 years to nish the whole glass as if we dont want to nish it. 2

L for Love and Leg-pulling

Yes, I never fell for anyone . said Evelyn in a room-discussion during one of that long breaks that resulted due to absence of some teacher. Ha ha and you tell me believe that !!! Vito replied . Oh! to be specic, I had some childhood crush on some handsome cricketers, lmstars and singers , she blushed, but in reality, I am unfortunate that I did not have one . Then who is Michael ? my dear friend . You two seemed to have been close in social networking platforms . I loved to tease her, Can you please enlighten us about Michael and you ? It was vey hot out there. The fan was trying its best to soothe us . Evelyn was the only one with no sweat . And then she said in a light-hearted manner , We know each other very long. He is like my elder brther and we are very good friend too. Michael is already engaged with some other girl. So, no chance of your suspicions becoming true . How many of you present here can do a murder for love ? I asked with a serious look. The girl seemed to be more enthusiastic than others after that question . Perhaps, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. But, Vito, the man with political wit, expressed his views in a political way If love can kill anyone, we can kill for love too. Ever-romantic Thomas was too reluctant to answer that . But, here we have got two potential murderers in our room . One will kill for passion and another one will toss a coin to decide between killing and not killing. Now , I could not resist myself to ask Hey, Evelyn, have you ever thought of killing those wives of your chidhood crushes ? She looked pretty when she laughed and answered , Maybe they are alive because I have not tried to kill them ... but I wil not love to kill the people which will hurt the people I love typical feminine melodrama put an end to her reply . Do they really know what it feels like when one swallows a chewing-gum? I said to myself and chuckled. It feels like you have done something that you should not have done . Maybe more than that So, guys, what have you planned for your future after all these nonsensense studies ? Thomas demanded a reply . Do I really look like a guy with a plan ? again a JOKER-ish answer from Vito. He loved to conceal himself and noone tried to reveal him. So, it went on as it should . 3

Oh !!! yes, I have a plan though I dont look like a guy with plans . I have a plan to read the minds of women .Then, love will become simple , you know. I burst in enthusiasm. Vito jumped o his seat , as if he was waiting for such a statement to contradict , Over the years , they have been saying that reading the minds of women are the only exception that the sports company agreed to take as an exception in their ad which says Nothing is Impossible . You are sounding crazy, like a freak ... who can lose his entire life gaining nothing . Dont get over-excited , man. I forgot to mention that I had the idea to read the minds of men also. You may have heard about the human genome project . The behaviour you expressed now , i mean that over-excitedness is in your gene . My plan is to manipulate human beings according to their genes. I can see the dream of making that Every child is special tagline successful in reality . I want to build a platform where one can testify his talent and build himself according to that . The government can give a close look over the people prone to do crimes. The world will get changed . No randomness, no confusion ... only great combination . Now, do I really sound like a guy with a plan ? I had always been over-expressive. No, you are not . she asserted with a great deal of condence . I nodded to her statement . The things which I have said, was not a plan after all . It was an idea, which will not change the world but burn it .

Ich rieche Blut

Ich rieche Blut was the name of the rst extracurricular event in which we took part as a batch . At rst, we got fascinated with the name but when there is Google it took less than 10 seconds to nd the meaning . In german , it means I Smell Blood . As far as I had known, this event would present a fake crime scene and clues would be left through out the campus . Everything in this life is not about gain and loss. You are just onto something and the thing catches you . You dont wanna get out of it as if you are enjoying it . You want good things to happen but nemesis is long delayed sometimes and it comes in the end .