Its all about life.

It has been almost one year away from my home country. I loved every bit of experience of being into a stereotypes lifestyle. Atleast, for me. I loved hostel life in my country. Its an irony in the new country. The campus life is so monotonus. by campus life, I do not mean the infrastructure. Its all about the student life. School during normal weekdays, library (if required), pubs, after parties and then back to gaol with semi-conciousness (high tying to attain nirvana.) . Weekends usually dead.
During exams or coursework submissions, students temporarily shifted to the library.
Sports, fun like ragging, pranks, socety meetings(making plans for pen downstrike against the management), annual sports meetings, student-faculty association days, etc..... You cannot even dream about it.
That was my campus life in the new country during masters.....
This life made me self-discipline, independent, sometime aloof, happy, disappointed and the most amazing part is about my perceptions.... I reckon... I was amazed when I got feedbacks(maybe directly or indirectly) with respect to my perceptions.
It was new for me and I have almost made it a part of my life. Its nothing specific....its all about day to day activities. For illustration...... llife here has been made so complex...may be the technology, show offs, fashion and gadgets....
My previous perception was trying to acquire happiness from small-small things. technology can make life luxurious.... Can it bring a smile on someone's face?
Forget about that perception---- People dont even have plastic smiles.

I am digging my bachelor's lifestyle---- dig----- dig ------ dig---- dig------ uploaded

VIET, Hostel, 65 acres of land.

I was 18 years old. I was almost 120 kms away from my house in the mid of the above described location. With no one familiar, I got a perfectly located triple seater room.
Only one thought was penetrating my soul RAGGING..............
I was the second guy in the hostel. No freshers. The hostel full with second year engineering students. I was the only BAIT. I was taken to the hostel's terrace with 25 seniors. Anyone like me reading this post...can guess whats next.........
I was stripped, forced to act, asked to give my introduction in pure Hindi, seniors used me start their affairs get going, etc... the first session ended after two neverlasting hours....

I had my first day in my department. Ragging duration-----> almost one month.

I am quoting few rules I followed during that time:

1) Military hair-cut
2)No watches.
3)Always clean shaven.
4)Color button always closed.
5)Second button---red coloured.
6)No belts.
7)Specific uniform.
8)Not to look eye to eye against seniors.
9)Bend at 90 degrees to wish them.
10)Took participation in agitation against the management.
11) pen down strike.
12) Did assignments for seniors during ragging period.

Life after freshers party changed. Back to casuals. I enjoyed few days. A gang called bloody group was made. We tripped almost the whole north India. Favourite members:
Myself Bloody left hander
Bhavya: Bloody kellewala
Chaati: bloody oldman
narendra:bloody scoundrel
khari:bloody kalicharan,bloody gujjar....

We had awesome time. During classes, we used to lock ourselves from outside. the dean used to play hide and seek with students. Once, I went outside the wall during college hours and I was caught. I had my class in the dean's office, who threatened to suspend us.

I miss those days, Ohh!! those days!!