PRAGATI- THROUGH MY EYES AND EFFORTS

It was 25^th January and just 25 days to go for Pragati and still just 1 stall sold. Nobody knew whether Pragati will happen or not. I was in prospecting team, which were the obvious reasons for my fear caused goose bumps. Will Pragati happen or not?? I repeat it here twice in three lines but the count is nothing as compared to the number of times the question hit me and hurt real hard.

 A sunny day it was and 2 pm, I went out with the determination of doing something with lot of enthusiasm and passion to make it happen. The thirst of doing something was so high that the strength was at its best. I got down at the market place looking around the market thinking from where to start and how to start. There was so many questions with no answer like can I do it?? As I closed my eyes looking for an answer a voice from inside said “Yes you can” and with this determination entered the first shop. The shopkeeper asked “what do you want?” and I felt somebody has stolen the words from me and I didn’t had anything to say. Then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and started speaking. I had my first prospect for Pragati when I was out of the shop. I felt for a moment the world was mine and I can make it happen. There started my journey for Pragati, a journey which added a lot of experience and understanding. I was all set to make my career in marketing. Trust me nothing was as compelling as those 25 days which I spent on road doing prospecting, fighting and playing with dust and learning from the prospects. Learning was never so easy and interesting for me but during prospecting it was interesting to understand the concepts with a much better idea which we learned in the marketing classes. It was difficult to convince the shopkeepers to take a stall and then to suggest them to take a bigger one. Many incidences were there when I went on going to a shop for many days but unfortunately was not able to convert. I never got demotivated because till that time I had a lot of confidence of doing it. The time passed and the D day came nearer, pressure increased the targets were high and it had to be achieved in the next 10 days. The other concern was that there were no tractor companies coming, which was very disappointing. I felt I should give it a try and again went out with a new determination of converting it from where many of my batch mates returned unsuccessful. I and my partner went regularly for the next 7 days doing a prospecting for around 10 hours each day. We never gave up and then within the next two days we converted six tractor companies and also Maruti Suzuki. It was a great feeling to convert the tractor companies like New Holland, Teffe, John Dere, Kubota, Sonalika and Mahindra. Also there was Bajaj and Ape Piaggio. I entered the college and suddenly people started congratulating me. I was confused and then I went to my Pragati representative and he told me “Congratulation for achieving a target of 1.15 lakh”. I just felt it was yesterday I started with my first achievement of Rs 1500 and today it was 1.15 lakh. I just had in my mind that- “I did it”.  A tough journey of prospecting ended and the D day arrived.

            I was on the field working for the three days along with the boys. I did all the work like arranging chairs, tables, putting banners, providing water etc which a few other girls can even think of. It was lovely to see the stalls which I brought with a hard work of 25 days. It gave a feeling of “I can do it and I did it”.          “Dogs and sales person not allowed” this is what I read somewhere. The first thing what I decided in my career was “Never be a sales person” – a person being humiliated every time even though he/she is in the best of attequates and attire (no offence to anyone,  but it was my perception till I did Pragati).

            23^rd February 2011, the closing day of Pragati. Prize distribution was going on and I was standing at a corner thinking of my whole journey of prospecting.  Suddenly I heard an announcement- “Shikha Gupta the Best salesperson 2011 will receive the prize from the Assistant General of Police, Davangere.

And then I said to myself- “I am a sales person and love every aspect of it. I am proud to be a part of Pragati 2011 and thank it for changing my wrong perception about sales”.

 Regards,

shikha gupta

batch-13

kiams harihar

HOLI AT KIAMS!!

There always was something special about every festival celebrated at kiams. Whether it was id, onam, guru parab or in that case the valentine’s day. There was something in air about every festival from atleast a day before the actual event.

Holi was not much different from other, although speaking frankly that something was missing in air a day before like it was in the previous occasions. I could relate this anomaly to a few facts, which I list down below:-

1.     The main reason being people were in sort of dazy situation after scraping off six examinations in 3 days, add to it the condition of many like me, who were completing their assignments till the last minute before exams.

2.     A few had plans of the day being celebrated as an N.I.D., which could be utilised to catch up with the much needed sleep.

3.     Many Holi fans were disappointed after seeing the notice about the timings for playing holi as10 am to 12 noon as stated by the city police and blah blah.

With these gloomy points in mind I had\\ plans of sleeping till late and then wake up\\ for the lunch followed by the India Vs west Indies cricket match. The plan seemed unethical to me too as the  smell test seemed to be violated here because if my siblings would come to know that I didn’t play holi this time, God I can’t imagine such a shameful situation!!

Anyways the shattering of my plans began at sharp 10 in the morning because there was a loud noise of door banging. I had no other option but to open the doors or else Mahesh sir(The Head Admin.) would make me get it repaired from my own pocket (He gave me a warning regarding this earlier). Anyways getting back to the door bang, I quickly got up half sleepy and found a few of our batchmates waiting with colours in their hands. I was filled with mixed reaction of anger and happiness. The temporary anger because of my disturbed sleep and the happiness because hopefully smell test won’t be unethical now. Anyways before I could think of anything I was all red. And yellow and donno what. There were even some catchy fluorescent colours,  which was giving a flaour of Tollywood in holi celebrations. Within 5 minutes everybody was out of their beds and collected at our customised holi dip place. There I could see our very own operations guy anup along with manu doing the operations part of the holy dip spot. This customised bath was a pool of mud and water!!

 Guys today the managers were lost between the flowing gulaal and the mud bath where every person got the chance to show how down to earth they are(literally;-). The future managers were singing and dancing on  holi songs sung by our hostel singer anup who was messing up with the lyrics wittifully.

Soon girls of KIAMS joined the celebration too. The girls came up all colourful in gulaal smeared faces, and then we greeted and wished each other. The spirit was all in the air and to everybody’s amazement, the delicate darlings were the most into the mood of the festivity. They got down to show the guys that they were no less in messing it all on holi. So the girls too took the holy dip, and were all muddy and dirty and  donno what( I am short of adjectives).  

After the extended holi celebrations, we all enjoyed the India Vs west indies cricket match in LH-1 and unexpected things happened there too. India made a low score and still won the match and Munaf Patel actually fielded and took a catch too!! 




P.S: "Please Share How u celebrated Your Holi" Comments are most welcome..


Regards,
On Behalf of KIAMS BRAND CLUB,
Abhishek Mehta
Batch 13! 

Some Words Unspoken

According to me, there are two kinds of people in this world; those that care and show it and those that care but can’t show it. This difference has always been there with me when it comes to expressing how I feel for someone. However, I have been too lazy or ignorant to ever care about it. And probably, I will stay the same person my whole life that I am right now.

Then what is the point writing about it because I like myself just the way I am. The thing is since the last 7-8 months, I have spent my entire time here in KIAMS. And I have spent my time with the people here.

I have been talking with them, I have been laughing with them, I have been teasing them and I have been consoling them. It just so happens that some of the best friends that I made here were not from my own batch. Rather, they were my seniors.

I remember the first senior who had talked to me here. It was on 2^nd July. The name of the guy is Vikas Sakiv (I didn’t know his name at that time for obvious reasons). He had asked Rajat a question and I knew the answer. So that was my first interaction with the seniors. And then, there was Saad Beg who was as nice and friendly as he seems.

And I remember the day when my buddy (didn’t know at that time that it was her) called me up randomly and asked me how I was adjusting to KIAMS and its people. That was the day when I first met Anju Khatri, my buddy and her group, the muscle man, Abdul Akbar Khan and the BRAND himself, Basharat Abbas Zargar.

I even remember the day in rotunda when I pissed off some off the seniors because of my USP (lazy, edgy etc) especially Saalim Hussain. And I also remember one more senior who I kind of pissed off. It was Swati Mazumdar (I still think Robert Pattison is gay). Then there was Shweta Chawla, the sweet person from back home who tirelessly showers her blessings on me (KhammaGhani).

I remember the day when I proposed a boy for the first time (God make me forget that day). It was a task to be performed and I had to propose to none other than Sudhanshu Pal. I just took a deep breath, closed my eyes, kneeled down on my knees and said the most beautiful words ever, “I Love You Sudhanshu Pal, Will You Be Mine?”

Another person who left a deep impact on my memories was Piyush Mungle. I had gotten myself into a small problem and he was the one who guided me and gave me some basic tips on “SURVIVAL IN KIAMS”.

There were so many, the three musketeers SirishaAddanki, NishthaVyas and Samyukta Mallapragada, choti Shreya Jain, the surkokila Aarthi Mohan, the handsome hunk Sriram Ramesh, the cowboy Robin Aasti, baba KaushikKashyap, Karan Bakshi and many more. They have taught me so much and have made my life here at KIAMS a lot more bearable.

And now that the time has come for them to go out and play on a much larger field, I say this honestly that I will miss them very much. I will miss the way I laughed with those guys and even teased a few. I will miss the way they had shared some very special moments with me.

To be honest, I am definitely not sad about them leaving. I am happy that they will go and make a name for themselves. I am happy that they will be conquering new castles out there. They have put their sweat and tears and blood in these two years and they should darn well enjoy out there.

To some up, I repeat my lines, “According to me, there are two kinds of people in this world; those that care and show it and those that care but can’t show it.” I fall in the second category and am proud of it. But for a change, I want to say that I enjoyed your company and will definitely miss it. I hope you guys get everything that you desire and excel in whatever endeavor you take.

When I came here you guys to me were arrogant and irritating and now that you are leaving you guys are like family, a part of my life.i hope I would be able to be the same for B14. Mattaesigona, Avajo, Paapom, Rub rakha, Aabar dekha hobey, Alvida, Adios, Ciao, Au Revoir, Good bye and Khuda Hafiz B12.

P.S. – If I miss spelt someone’s name, it was not my fault, you should correct your names on Facebook. Also, if I haven’t written about someone here, it’s because of my bad memory and not because you were unpopular (well you might be but you missed the chances).

TAKE CARE MY FRIENDS, I WILL MISS YOU VERY MUCH.

DEDICATED TO MY BUDDY, ANJU KHATRI. MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND GIVE YOU SUCCESS ALL YOUR LIFE.

Regards,

Aadil Ahmed,

B 13

Pragati 2011 !!

First of all let me Congratulate each member of Batch 13 who worked hard and made Pragati 2011 a Grand Success!! Keep up the Great Work guys... You have done a splendid job!! You made all KIAMSians Proud!!

                 Pragati 2011 - As we know, the ground work started couple of months back with students of B 13 going out for Prospecting and feeling the Heat!! The real experience can be better shared by them only(Later). The Cultural team had to arrange the cultural function for 3 complete days and trust me it turned out to be a good show!! Finance Guys as usual did all the budgeting of Pragati. Promotions guys - Tried each and everything to increase the footfall... You could see Balloons, Horse rides, The Hanuman dressed Naveen Sangwan, Scary dressed Prateek and all stuff!! it was highly interesting and amazing show by the Promotions team!! Operations Guys deserve applaud for a great "LAYOUT"!! I became a fan of it!! It was a good layout, having a bazaar nature that suits the Indian Consumers.. 

Apart from these, the professional Singers and Dancers put stage on fire. Some of the Sizzling performances included a dance on Shiela and Munni!! 

HATS off to Prof SAR for his involvement and enthusiastic nature for Pragati!! 

The complete details of Pragti 2011 along with Pics and the sales figures will follow soon!! So keep visiting for the updates and stay updated with the interesting news Live from KIAMS!!

Till then take care... Hav a great time..

Regards,

For Brand Club,

Basharat Abass

B 12

Republic Day Celebration @ KIAMS

26th day of January, celebrated as the Indian Republic Day, represents one of the most historic days in the history of Independent India. Today the Republic of India is celebrating its 61st Republic Day. This day marks the end of the colonial India and signifies the beginning of the New and Modern India, the India which has transformed itself into one of the giant economic powers in the world. This day represents India's stateliness and splendour.

At KIAMS this historic day is being celebrated with much respect and regard.

 Today as the sun was starting its journey, the Tricolor hoisted by Dr Gopal Iyenger stood up and high, Flashing its pride and prestige! It looked bright as always!

Students and staff offered tribute to all those selfless men and women who sacrificed their life for safe and secure India. Mr. Mahesh-Head Admin along with students of B13 - Abhijit and Aanchal delivered valuable speeches while Vithika ignited the function with the magic of her sheer voice. This was followed by the Royal breakfast served in the regal Triangle!

Hearty Republic Day Wishes to all KIAMS fraternity... Let’s promise to make our Country safe from inside as well as outside, healthy both economically and socially and clean both from corruption and environment! Let’s promise to live safe, healthy and clean Life!

Thanks!

Regards,

Basharat Abass

SAMANVAY 2011....

To Our Beloved Alumni;

Waiting for YoU;

·      The Triangle - Birthday Bumps! Best Place, without any Doubt!

·      Rotunda -  Those were the best days of my life, that z how i explain Rotunda - The Famous Rotunda Sessions!! Moments to Cherish... or the wholly Dip in Rotunda !!

·      Raghu's - Garam Maggi sirf half an hour mai :-); For public interest: Check ur account B4 Paying.. :-)

·      Feroze Bhai - This Shop is never Small; "All Things inside the small, tiny, Cubicle" (we are thinking to celebrate Feroze ShoppinG Mela SooN :-))

·      Swimming PooL - Aaj kal empty hai, sad :-(

·      The KIAMS TOWER - I am sure, i dont need to remind YoU about our famous "KIAMS TOWER"... !!

·      Love Lane - Dil Ka Konnection Hai Boss... !spreading Love and Happiness!

Eagerly WaitinG for Youuu. . .

KIAMS!!

Samanvay 2011;

Jan 08 – 09 2011!!

Regards,

Basharat Abass

SAMANVAY 2011!!

A Small Story about Samanvay

As children, I am sure we must have heard a lot of stories and we must have imagined being part of some of such stories. Little eyes dreaming of flying horses, dragons, fairies, damsels in distress and their knights in shining armors. But the changing times and our growing mind eventually change our thinking and we just stop living in that world full of wonders. But what if we didn’t need to go out of that place? What if our life could be part of one such story? Wouldn’t it be great? Then let me tell you one such story.

Once upon a time in a country called India, there was a state called Karnataka. And in that state there was a not so distant place called Harihar. That is the place where our story takes place. In that small and not so famous place, there lived a family of sorts. It was made of young boys and girls who came from all over the country. They left their homes and came to this place with many hopes and aspirations.

But when they came, they were missing those who they had to leave, their families, their friends and their love. Little did they know was that this place would bring many changes in their lives but loneliness would not be one of them.

These youngsters slowly started to mingle with each other and sooner before they realized, they had made friends who would tease them and make fun of them but would also mark their proxies and help them in exams. They had made brothers and sisters who hugged them and kissed them when they were feeling lonely or when they were happy for any reason. And some of the lucky ones found love, a feeling that makes this small and distant place seem like heaven.

The youngsters also had a very special friend in this place. That friend (conditions applied) was known as the ROOMIE. Now some of the youth got roomies who would laugh with them and some got roomies who would cry with them. But some of the lucky ones (again conditions applied) got a roomie who would ask them to bunk a class so he/she could go to the nearby river with them. Or he/she would sit and dine with you only to stare at the girl/boy eating at the next table. And when it was exam time, the special roomie would play the loudest and saddest song so that you could get all psyched for exams but would end up listening to songs all night long and then sleeping late. One more peculiar thing about the roomie is that it has a very strange habit of eating all the things that the youngster had saved be it chocolates, cookies, chips or other things that better not be mentioned in a public forum. But the roomie was a pal like no other in KIAMS. The person to look up to or in some cases down to, the person with the best sense of humor ever or the worst, who was the cheesiest or the wackiest, all in all a person who shared not just a room, but places in hearts.

Another special person for a few luckier ones or as some might say unluckier ones was the one in whom they found love. This is a special class of people in KIAMS (besides roomies, geeks, hippies etcetera). These could be seen roaming around the campus holding hands, sitting at the triangle or rotunda  chatting away, roaming on the love lane, sitting in the class or dining together or just thinking of each other. These special youths were a bit different than regular students. They used to study together but it was the least of their activities. They would sit together in the group discussion rooms for hours staring at notes or laptop screens but nothing would be on their minds besides each other.

And then there would be one more small activity called studying. It would involve sitting in the class, looking at the teacher or the presentation, scribbling in the notepads and so on.

But in reality they would sit in the class but their minds were somewhere else, they would look at the teachers but in their eyes, there would be pictures of things which were more “exciting” and they would be scribbling in their notebooks but it would be about their other personal interests.

And so on these youths would live their lives full of smiles and sometimes little tears too. And one day, all these youth would have to leave the place they called home for 2 years. They would venture out into the world and make a name for themselves. And new youths would come and take their place.

But once every year, there would come a time when these youths who had to leave would return and would bring with them scores of memories which would flow again through the veins of their home away from home. This was a festival and it was called Samanvay, the convergence of different streams that flowed through KIAMS.

Those who would return would share their experiences with the new ones and tell them tales of their stay in the campus. There would be games and there would be dancing and singing. And there would be fun and frolicking and everyone would be involved.

And there would be many other things that would happen but I wouldn’t narrate them all here. Because I still have to live through those moments. I am a student at KIAMS (B13 to be precise) and me along with my entire batch and the Batch 12(seniors) I feel privileged to invite my alumni to come and share those moments with us. I invite them to come and once again unite the family that has been continuing here and would continue to do so for years to come. We want to listen to their stories and share their experiences in KIAMS. We want to know what they did and how they lived when they were here and I want to tell them what I do.

So please come again and help me live the part that I want to live in my story and let this story continue over and over again.

“Inviting all our alumni to Come Back Home”

Grand Welcome to all the members of KIAMS Community on occasion of Samanvay 2011!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoaupLYJByw

On Behalf of KIAMS Community,

Aadil Ahmad

(Batch 13)

The Day KIAMS was Born!

The day KIAMS was born…. I wonder how was that day, was the sun bright in the sky or did it hide behind the thunderous clouds, was there a breeze that hugged its turns and corners or was there a beckoning silence that called forth. What can I say of all the things that would have happened that day! I may not have been present on that auspicious day but I know one thing for sure that I did feel every joy and every sense of belongingness that might have flown through the hearts of people who were present on that day and who had witnessed the birth of something that would touch the hearts of so many and would inspire them.

It was the auspicious 25^th day of November 2010 that Kirloskar Institute of Advanced Management Studies celebrated its 20^th Foundation Day. This day marks the beginning of the new era in management, this day marks the beginning of the modern day Channakya or we may say Channakya in the new avatar. This day highlights the history of KIAMS, each classroom whether it is LH1 or LH2 or the mighty triangle or the fun filled Rotunda speaks the history behind it! On this special day, the KIAMS remembers all its B’s, feels proud of their achievements, hence this day continues to bring back memories of joy and thrill.

This Year, the function began at 10:00hrs with invocation by Miss Aarthi Mohan of class 2011(Batch 12). The melodious voice of Aarthi ignited every nook and corner of the auditorium, thereby providing the great beginning for this special day. The chief guest for the function was Dr. S. Indumati, Vice Chancellor of Davangere University. At 10:05hrs the lamp was lighted by the Director Dr. Gopal Iyengar, Dy Director Air Cmde Krishna Shankar and the chief guest followed by a welcome address by the director. After that, Wg. Cdr A. Raghunath Vr. C took us back to 1990 and enlightened us with the great history behind this prestigious institute. At 10:15hrs Dr. Janaki Naik, Director KIAMS Pune, addressed the students through video conferencing. After this Dr. Indumati- Chief guest for the occasion addressed the students. Dr. Indumati delivered a wonderful speech with some great advices for the managers of tomorrow. On the occasion of Foundation Day, Mr.Yuvaraj was awarded MBA. The chief guest also appreciated Ms. Alka Agrawal, Topper in PGDM Class of 2011 with a CGPA of 3.82 (out of 4) and Mr. Sohom Bhattacharya, Topper in summer internship Project (A+ 98/100). After the award ceremony, the function continued with the seminars by some eminent personalities. There were seminars on “Work life Balance” by Dr. Moushumi Sengupta and “Essentials of Recruitment” by Dr. V. Lele through video conferencing. After the seminar Wg. Cdr. A. Raghunath presented mementos to the seminar speakers followed by a thanks giving speech by DD sir. Ms Jayalakshmi D/o Dr Gopi sang the Kirloskar song. At 13:00hrs the traditional Foundation day lunch was served in the triangle. With this the function officially came to an end and the day continued to experience the unfelt memories and the Love untold at KIAMS, for KIAMS, Of KIAMS!!

Compiled By;

Aadil Ahmed (B 13)

Anupamma (B 13)

Basharat Abass (B 12)

Life Now . . .

With lots of dreams, I left my home,

For the miles that I had to walk alone,

Smile on my lips, that was unknown,

Tears in my eyes were hardly shown..

With butterflies in my stomach flying high,

I stepped at the portals of KIAMS, and took a deep sigh,

I wanted to relax, but failed to even try,

To the past life of mine, I then, said good bye…

With lots of rays in the eyes,

The sun of hope began to rise,

The thought of winning the world then revives,

But the fear of losing myself at once strikes…

Friendship now becomes an operational plan,

I am confused if it is the dawn,

Love somehow remains a strategic plan,

I do not know what conclusion is to be drawn…

But, still I have a new life geared up to start,

Life is never ending and all this is a just a part…

By;

Anupama Pandey

Batch 13

The dream comes true & I live it again

“Pure relations always return.”

I wrote this line for my recent ad assignment on a brand. The root for the thought was my affection for the place where I spent two most incredible years of my life – Kiams.

Never ever was I so excited for getting back to a place in my whole life, be it my home or even girlfriend’s houseJ.

What I had was a fine-looking thread of memories; what I could have was to relive them all over again. That’s the thought that took me that far (an 18 hr train journey, all alone), and believe me, the feeling was so..o..o strong that I spent entire journey thinking about how the next 18 hrs in college were gonna be. I’ll meet them, will talk to them, will shout in madness, will play on the ground again, will be in rotunda again, and will meet new members of Kiams and Blah... Blah… Blah… Couldn’t sleep until 4am; I think I went crazy that time.

Same autowals asking for 30 bucks (from station to kiams) as if I were new there, passing through those coconut shops, circle, MKL, all made me keep smiling, don’t know why. A new face was there at the gate, and that too smoking khulle-aam. Thought of saying something (giving some gyaan) to that guy but then just ignored, reason being my restlessness for getting in the campus asap and meet my best buddies without any delay. I knew my time was running by and I wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Kasam se kahta hu, had never imagined that kind of reception from my loved ones (all B12 girls & boys, honestly). It was lovely. You guys made my day, my trip and my life. Indeed, it was a life for me that I lived in those few hrs and I wished ye (18 hrs ki) life thodi si aur badi hoti with all the love and emotions making it pleasurable, memorable, incredible and joyful…… You rock (both B12 and all of those from B13, who I was lucky to interact with)!!!

The new batch seemed cool, though only few of them tried to interact. But those who interacted with us left an impression and if sample were the true representation of the original set, the whole batch might be good. Another truth that I felt was negative vibes of Ego & Attitude. That is there with every batch initially but it goes away with the time as interaction sessions come to an end. It never happened this year. I hope that you guys (B13) also feel and understand the sense of belongingness and intimacy among yourselves as well as with kiams, seniors and your extended family members (us). Just to tell how many guys I remember from the new batch, here goes the names that I could remember (hope I’ve spelled them right) – Prateek, Raunak, Mradul, Praveen, Umesh (the stunt riderJ), Mishra Ji (MJ), Abhishek, Swati, Kusha, Sandhya, Iksha (2^nd Arsh), Anupama, Sethulakshmi. Yaar aadhe din me issey jyada nahi yaad kar sakta, aur wo bhi bus ek mulkaat meJ. Many of them I remember coz they are now in my online friends list. (Out of sight, out of mind☻)

I stayed in my same old room # 246. I felt good when I came to know that Raunak, Prateek & Mradul from B13 have kept my room alive. The way Manish, Sameer, Vishal, Ankush and I used to discuss stuffs (u know!!) during initial days, it really felt strong and alive this time too (as it was a start for those three too). While sleeping on my same old bed I felt as if Manish would come and jump over me to wake me up and would say, “Saale tu so raha hai!! Yaha meri lagi huii hai. Kuch bata na bhaii kya karu……. Saala janta hu k kuch nahi ho sakta, par ssaala jab wo baar-2 ………… to fir se wahi sab sochne lagta hu.” Ankush and I would laugh like anything and then we all will tell him do this, do that and blah-blah. Vishal would share any damn thing that he used to bring to eat. And in that 3 hrs of sleep in my room on my bed I revisited all those beautiful little moments again. Woke up at 7 just to go for breakfast where I knew that I would get Ommlette, cornflakes, and pineapple juice (it was Sunday guys).

Don’t know how fast the time went by, and it was time to bid adieu once again. Still I had lots of things to do, I could not go for swimming, could not play squash, couldn’t go to gym, couldn’t shout and sing (hw could I with girls living on the ground floor of boy’s hostel and listening to every damn thing guys wud speak), could not walk in love-lane (I always wondered how it feels to walk down that lane with holding sm1 you loveJ), could not talk to lots of people with a relaxed mood with a cup of tea in hand. Unwillingly I picked my bag. I wanted to stay back but I didn’t, for what I repented later in the train. I don’t feel shy of saying that I cried this time too. The life was about to end, I was about to leave my loved ones, & my home. Metaphorically, I was gonna die in pain...

Luv u all… keep in touch…

P.S. - Luckily it’s friendship day yesterday….so, Happy Friendship day to u all…

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