Fakkaless point someone

So, I will like to start off by saying that this story isn’t inspired from some “amazing” book by some IIT graduate, although the author of that book is a big reason behind my advent in writing  (I am not going to name the book because if (read when) tomorrow I become a big shot celeb author, I don’t want him to come and sue me). I read one of his books (I don’t call them novels because it will be a disgrace on the word novel), and thought if he can get so well renowned by writing this kind of stuff then I can definitely try my hand at writing. His and writings of one of my ex-girlfriends, inspired me to start writing (that is one of the major reasons why she is ex).

 I recently got to know that I will be getting my degree pretty soon (that ‘pretty soon’ term is quite subjective when it comes to a government college). I just called up the academic section to ask whether I have cleared all the courses and don’t have any fakka (fakka in an IIT means an F grade). They told me that I have cleared all the courses. So I am fakkaless point someone.

So coming down to the topic of the day, my college life. I got a cumulative grade point of 7.8. Coincidentally, grade point at the end of the first semester was also 7.8. I mean you should have let me go at the end of first semester itself, there was no point in making my stay for four years, I anyway haven’t learnt anything when it comes to the technical aspect of studies. I am a mechanical engineer from an IIT and the other day when my car broke down, I couldn’t even open up the bonnet to see what went wrong (I will come down to the incident later).

Everyone has a lot of expectations for their college lives. Most of these expectations are inculcated by the movies, which either English or Hindi, just overhype college life a lot. Even I went with such expectations and on seeing the reality, was utterly disappointed. If my mother is to be believed, I cried and wasn’t ready to get out of the car. The worst part of an IIT is that the sex ratio is quite skewed up. It is approximately 10:1 (it goes without saying that the ratio is M:F). Thankfully, I had other channels outside the college to take care of this part. And majority of my time went into exploring this part of my life. I would like to thank all the girls who came into my life and helped me ease up my college life and gave me very insightful experiences which helped me understand my true self (no pun intended).

I wouldn’t lie and say that these years of my life have been quite memorable, but when I look back to the time when I started this journey and compare it to now, I have evolved as a person drastically. I don’t know how much role college played in that, because most of the time I was back home, but these years have definitely taught me a lot.

I could go into the details of some interesting experiences of my college life but then again this is a blog post and is just supposed to have a gist of things because you won’t be interested in the intricate details and more importantly I don’t want to make the effort of writing that much, that too for free.

It is quite ironical though, no matter how disinterested I might sound in the technical aspect of my college life, on paper I come out pretty strong. In fact, quite recently I got an international journal in a core mechanical field published in my name (the other author did most of the work, I was there for just namesake (literally)).

Now coming back to the bonnet incident which I mentioned in the beginning of the blog post. There is (maybe I should say was because she is not in touch with me anymore) this gorgeous girl who I wanted to go on a date with for quite some time. I somehow persuaded her to meet me. I reached an hour early to pick her up. Finally, when she arrived, she was looking stunning as always. 

 I try to make everything perfect from my end, the right songs in my car, the right aroma, everything. But then it's my life, how can things be so perfect. The car broke down within a kilometer, she had to call her friends to pick her up and I was stuck out in the cold waiting for the towing truck to come and tow my car. But this is just another mundane day in my life, I am used to such things by now.

I have noticed that I didn't give any heartbreak advice for a long time. As in advice on what to do to recuperate from a heartbreak. You can start off with watching flicks like DevD, Dil Dosti etc. For detailed advice, contact me on my mail id. I will give you the number of my account in which you will have to transfer a fixed amount of money for my consulting services because I am jobless now so I might as well earn a buck or two via my lame blog.

Later

Sidhant

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