College Life, from a FUCCHHIs point of View

Slogging the whole night, accounting for each second, a chapter planned for each precious hour .this I feel defines our life before college. So what do you think pupa would want to do after coming out of the shell, obviously it desires to fly like a butterfly, tasting each flower and savouring the nectar. But what comes to your mind, when you say college? A studious, meticulous student who would sit well equipped at the physics laboratory, interviews for car teams and blah blah blah???Well, a normal student like me would say encore to mass bunks, no to lectures, no to blood sucking E.D. sheets and no equally harsh work shop waali file and to top it all none of the various assignments, files damn them, and what not? So, now I think, is the right time to mention the big adda which actually is what my college life is mostly about the Mechanical Canteen. Lectures are boring, you cant take them anymore. No problem. It is time to occupy your throne in the canteen where the rates blissfully suit your pocket. If you are a fuchha/fucchi who wants to become prominent in the eminent circle of DCE, then you must have gone through this phase, where you sit for various workshops of various societies in the effort to impress the seniors where in reality you would have dozed off halfway only. Other sacrifices involve sitting on a registration desk in hope of getting a certi or drawing posters in the wee hours of the night. People, dont misinterpret me. I am not inviting sympathy, I am just speaking or rather writing my heart out. The landmark feature of DCE is the haunted lane with its almost personified burnt bus and it is on the jabaan of every bacchha. I can still remember the anticipation and the sound of every leaf, the chattering monkeys and then suddenly out of the blue the ringtone of one of my friends mobile makes us jump in fright. You can laugh out loud but I dare you to go to that galli and you would be also scared by the ghostly environment. In the end only one thing matters the exam for which I have nothing to say because they simply leave you speechless. They descend as a tornado and depart as a hurricane enshrouding you in a whirlpool of supplies.