Patience is a VIRTUE !

“Just once, study really hard and you can do whatever you want after that” parents usually say when their ward starts 10^th. After that he/she decides to take on the challenge of studying for another 2 years.”Life deciding 12^th boards” as they call it. No, no, that's not all. Next you're “allowed” to choose betwixt slogging for 3, 4, 5 years in the name base courses of Arts, Engineering and Medicine/Architecture respectively. *Faints*. Writing entrance exams for colleges whose names range from Daddy to Amman Engineering. 26 months it's been since his roller-coaster ride began. At first sight it looked similar to a RESORT. The place nestles comfortably between the elephant hills and the weather is concrete evidence. No wonder he finds it difficult to get up even at 8:30. 

   Even if he does get up, 20 minutes appears too less to get ready. He somehow manages to get-up, brush, force his way through the swarm of people waiting behind each cube in the bathroom for a quick shower, rush back to his room, and wear his colored linen (Okay! We have uniforms), comb his hair, wear his flip-flops and rush down the stairs to the mess to stuff the delicious (sarcasm at its best) food into his already growling stomach and prepares himself to give Usain Bolt his biggest challenge before he realizes he has his lab and he will not allowed inside without shoes and also pick up the most valuable asset (Mobile/i-Pod/mp3). So much to do and he still hopes to reach before the prayer bell. And when he fails that test, he sees an innocent looking man waiting near the dept. He stops him and asks, “Yes pa, why are you late? And the student replies, Sir, Late Sir. Next question, where's your ID card? Where is the tag? OK, don't repeat it. Go to my room and collect the late pass. Oh! Apparently, he was the HOD! The student only wishes he had a monthly or a yearly subscription for the late pass concept. He finally gets into the class and silently slips away to the last bench when a voice that could rip your ear drums calls him to the first bench. He tucks his phone under the desk and opens his multi-subject notebook. The prof. says, all of you submit your notes after this hour. He confronts his prof. and says, Sir I forgot my ‘x’ subject note. The prof. says; Write it in your rough note and give. The student replies, “that's exactly what I did not bring”. Your attendance for the hour stands canceled. *Gasps*. Vada poche.

       He somehow sits till 12:25 and the sound of the bell energizes the half awake, tired, listening soul so much, that he jolts away to the mess hall and sees huge containers filled with solids and fluids all looking the same. We've been asking for placards for those since god only knows when. A mini parliament is formed with topics ranging from Cricket to football to movies are discussed until a geek pops in to remind us about an assignment or a record submission or a test the next hour. *Sigh*. Less than half a day and already so much thrill. Don't ever come to me and say love is complicated; else I'll throw my engineering books on your face. He gulps down his buffet lunch and rushes to complete his forever pending work. The second half wears on and finally after all the sleeping, dreaming, puffing and panting he gets ready to leave. Like all familiar villains a faculty informs him about a test he missed last week and he has to stay back till 5. Tea and snacks are automatically eliminated. We're probably the only ones to miss a first day first show of a movie and rather go for the same on a SUNDAY (which is when we are released from this mini, err.. mega prison). No wonder prison-break is the most watched series by all of us.

      A bit of the tension finally eases out and the victim can now switch on his laptop for some sort of entertainment till his stomach informs him about dinner (which unfortunately happens to be a mix of breakfast and lunch). Apparently this food is supposed is so much better compared to the other colleges. And we don't realize it! Fifa, Dota, CS, NFS, AOE …. The guys finally stop moaning and enjoy themselves through the night until an assignment submission comes to mind. The clock would've already struck 3. Completely drained out as the energy levels have already hit rock bottom, he searches for his pillow and more importantly his blanket and by the time the tired soul could realize anything, it would be 8:30 in the morning again..

#To all those who can relate to this :)