The jowka's visit to the reprography room.:-)

This is the date i remember till date. The third of july. I never ever tried remembering it but still its there. Just like when before the exams you are are preparing a cheat note and because of the extra care you give to it, you end up remembering the whole stuff better than any other chapter. I know the comparison sucks big time but this is all I could relate.
         Anyways what actually happened that day, makes me call that day as the reprography day. well for the outside kiams guys this reprography is nothing but your very own xerox shop( mine too till june). Its just that at kiams we exaggerate things. Well when I first heard this word, my imagination drove me to things like geography, topography, and many more weird stuff but it was when I entered that I found it was nothing but a room with two computers, two xerox machines, a printer, two annas and a Raghvendra ;-). But that day was different and in that uninteresting place I saw the girl struggling with something on the computers there( I know! I know "the girl" is wrong grammer or is it??;-) but there were many others too so here "the" means "the"). Sorry guys can't describe her here due to two simple reasons. Firstly again I am no John grisham or sydney sheldon or whateva n secondly there are weird creatures here at kiams who are excellent at making up stories and imagining out things. I must say they are so good at it that you take all the stuff from everybody put it in a mixer grinder and you are ready with your very own fiction novel with all the gaana bajana added as topping.
                                                                          So what follows is normal stuff  which everybody knows very well. The goosebumps, the high pulse rate and yes the heart has to face the brunt by overworking. But it was balanced by the mind which suddenly stopped working and I forgot what I was there for. Then I saw myself in a queue, with my documents in my hands and the xerox machine infront and I was proud of my brains again(which for your info boasts of an IQ of 130 odd according to orkut and 170+ according to fb).  

Chalo keeping the 50% romantic part aside for some moment and back to business. I then had to  go for document verification. There I first showed my 10th and 12th class marksheets boasting of 90 odd percentages. My head was high and chest somewhat bulged and yuvvrajj while checking my docs also smiled a bit. And then came my degree marksheets where there were two to three marksheets per semester and my head stooped, smile was gone and I saw from a corner. "yuvvrajj was still smiling (only that now I could see his two frontal tooth too). I was submitting him the photostats oops the "reproduced" copies when out of nowhere he said "good job man, you did your B.Tech.". I hated him then but anyhow he was saved from being included in my "I hate him" list as I have better guys there. No marks for guessing that they all are from my engineering days.
 Now finished with the job, I was on my own again. So a copy of reprography room incident was reproduced in my brain and the "you know what" things started to happen again. This was terrible. I was here to do my pgdm, with not more than one marksheet per term and what was I doing. So I went to do what most guys do to divert their mind i.e. "eating".
            Donno why even that didn't work so I thought "maybe she's the one" and I must go for her. I am a hindu and the hindu mythology says begin every good work with divine intervention and so my steps turned towards the temple  in our college premises. So there I was at the temple seriously praying for you know what. I was half through the hanuman chalisa and there came the wicked theory in my mind "How's hanumanji gonna help me when he himself was a brahmachari(bachelor)". Sorry to all the hanuman bhakta's around but then I somehow finished the chalisa and went back to my room.
                There in my room some peculiar bit of news was waiting for me- " I had to wear my name plates (introduction placard if you like) right on my chest(which was still throbbing)". That was like something very embarrasing until I saw everybody wearing similar placards with one of my friend chandan misra (now michael misra) going a step ahead and writing like "hii!!! this is ______ from_____, nice to meet u" and looked like a billboard advertising himself (sorry misraji, no qualms I hope).
                 We had to assemble then to meet at the rotundas for the rotunda session( well rotunda according to my view is an octagon and rotunda session according to me was ragging but according to seniors it was supposed to be an  interactive session between juniors and seniors). It was a bit boring on the first day. But still my feeling was pretty blithe at the end. Afterall it was my reprography room day and so I somehow was able to write the world's poorest lines on paper that day which goes like this:-

Beautiful faces are blurring now,
Days are passing slowly now.
Nights are turning darker now,
Days are appearing brighter now.
My mind is  disillusioned now,
Harihar is turning Seattle now.
I am getting a bit doubtful now,
Whether it's wizardry or it is love?
:-)


P.S.- my work may or may not be fiction. afterall I am also a part of kiams and am good at making stories.;-)