this blog is on my sucessful completion of 3 yrs in ahmedabad and to relieve memory of those days...........

i was a carefree small town teenager busy in my own world.ignorant about hardships of life.dreaming about the new top at newly opened swanky mall in city or getting screwed wid assignments in college and coaching.neva knew life will take such a turn..one fine day my beloved dad decided to call us ahmedabad for higher education .i was not at all excited n neva knew how the life will be like in the former capital of dry state not dat im darubaaz n cant live without a sip of daru..but i was really turned off by stories of not so hospitable people of metropolitan city

nonethe less v moved on to ahmedabad .i was literally moved .....

through out the flight i was filled wid nostalgia of leaving behind my house,city,friendz.on reaching i was pleasntly surprised seeing the city .i culd say most vibrant and colourful city i could have come across.little did i knew that there were more shocking things waiting for me..v reached our house..quite o.k flat in upper middle class locality..v were encountered by our not so hospitable neighbours blabbering in gujarati..people wid hillarious gujju accent"ben chun che "was something really new to me.while my parents took to unpacking i went ahead wid my eye toniclessons.but unfortunately none catched my fancy.but ma dad decided to put an end to masti.n enrolled me fr c.s classes...
had to forget all my luxuries n had to travel by our gr8 indian transport" buses".first day by bus was most memorable one..waiting fr hours on stop was taking a toll on me..but stories of kishore biyani n narayan murthy came to my rescue..passing autos tempted me but daddys advice to save penny woke me from dream of comfort.as if all the buses had conspired to physically torture mec.temptation was taking over.but den i decided to walk to other nearby stop.i was feeling so lonely walking on pavement..but den i realised i decided to live this kinda life.living lyf all alone struggling..having smbdy around is a small luxury which v take for so granted.after 1 hour of gud struggling n haggling i reached my destination"my institution" ..i always thought im really gr8 different than others,intelligent but when i stepped in was quite taken aback.nobody was really stupid or l.s..gals n guys were in there best attire.those tunics n accesories made me really comlex.but my self obsession came to the rescue.for two good hours i slept` inthe class.no`matter whether its the professional study or acdemic one i wont change.i would continue to sleep in the class.after 2 hours of gud sleep smbdy woke me up.it was tym to go home..oh no!!!!!dhakkam dhakki in bus again.. but nonetheless i hope i get used to "dhakkas"in bus n hopefullly find smbdy likeminded in coaching to gel wid coz im feeling sooo lonely