COMMITTMENT AT 18...NECESSARY..??

Every person has a reason to stay in college...some, who love studying, they would be seen sitting in the libraries for hours, even when they got nothing (per say) to do at that place. Some, who just cannot resist being with their friends. Hanging out with them, partying out with them, simply saying so..LIVING LIFE..!! Another category that includes the "dada's" of the college, digging out the politics of the university, moulding their own rules, or as they say "fighting for our own rights!". And the last category, the LOVE BIRDS. One would see tons of pairs sitting in the dark "khopchas" of the college, hiding themselves from everyone's sight. (Everyone might know why the hiding bit is done!!)

One piece of conversation that comes up for the lattermost category of collegiites is, is committment in any relationship (a bf/gf relationship to be more precise), all that necessary for an 18 year old..?? I mean, what role does committment play in all this? Your've just moved out of your teens, even the term "independence" hasn't cropped out practically at such age. Then committment..without yourself being independent..hm?? (makes any sense..??) One wouldn't even know what would they be upto in the 2 or 3 days that might follow thweir lives, then why talking about times of their marriage?? I've personally seen many people (among my friends, to be a bit more particular), who, right from they take off with their "newly affairs", take off thier talks with the marriage things!! And then everything that follows is by and large, obvious. Tears, sorrows..is all that follows. I don't mean to offend anyone, but thinking in a long term basis, it's not the getting into serious affairs (definitely), where one's deciding upon their marriage schedules, that has made anyone join themselves into a premier institute. Or it isn't the arousal of emotions that's made them admit into a leading college.

What we tend to forget in all this, is that we have been sent into any institute to, primarily to make ourselves, and committment (to get real) doesn't let that happen. Why?? Being committed, or to say, getting for too much serious into an affair, means maing the other person prior to ourselves. Moulding our careers doesn't just constitute getting an A+ in academics, or getting a S.G.P.A. of over 9 (as some universities rule the results by the grade point method, technically meaning, over 85%), making up a career as well includes building up ourselves, our strengths (whatever they maybe), our lifestyles, our trends..Prioring the other person sequelizes turning ourselves down for the other person.

Getting greedy at such age isn't such a crude thing. Greediness at this stage means we're sure enough of making something out of ourselves from the time that's to follow us. And life is all about the word "ME"!! Being generous enough kills. One maybe generous to anyone else, but seeing it technically, they're fulfilling someone else's favour. They are moulding someone else's life in the time when they can make up their's!! So, in the long run, they term out to be "LOSERS". Today, one might have the love of someone, but get real! Its the earning that matters, because nothing seems to be cheap in today's world.

CARING isn't all that important a thing in today's lives. One who cares enough for oneself has the last laugh..

LOVE'S CONFECTIOUS..!!

"Everything that travels up has to fall down." I learnt this in my physics classes, the Newton's law of gravity, interesting to learn about it, tough to handle it practically though. Everything that blossoms has to brittle and the same way every effect has a side effect to it, this i did not learn in my physics classes.
Anyways, deviating from the action reaction topic and coming forward, is love confectious..??
One thing that actually freaks people out in a relationship is not getting their own space in their affair. Before u actually commence with something, you'll be huddled with the full, one hour, never ending squarm of questions just blowing you away. "Kyun, kahan, kub, kaise..??"...is all what you get to hear and it just never seems to end! And mind you, if you're a short tempered with a raging voice, during these times you'll surely realize no matter how many doors you open, you'll find trouble within them.
Anything deficit is surely not the right way to go (exceptions!!), however anything overdozed does create madness among lives. Words like 'overpossessiveness, overcaring (or broadly speaking overlove)' shouldn't be a part of the relationship dictionary (or the thesaurus, because the actual meaning of the two hardly seems to seep in to my brains..!!). How many times have the girlfriends actually freaked out because of the eating habits of their bouyfriends, or probably their napping habits..?? And the only the guy seems to think of saying is "OK mom..!! Relax maro..let me breathe atleast..!!", but he doesn't practically say that because he knows he's going to end up where!!
The worst and the last thing that the guys would want to happen..think about it. You spend your entire day with your useless, nonsense friends (you're girlfriend says so..!!), and in between you've had a long conversation with your girlfriend about the world, the globe, the universe, blah blah... But its 8 p.m. and you suddenly realize... ITS YOUR ANNIVERSARY!! What do you do..?? You give her a call (duh..??) even if the balance on your cewll reads reads low, and then you hear your girlfriend weep, you feel her tears crawling their way down her cheeks, and the question you ask yourself is "Does she love me or is it the stupid damn date that she's so interested in..??" And then the next morning you see yourself running behind her, through the entire length of the college, with a huge bunch of flowers that virtually created a void in your pockets!! Thge next thing to follow is something that's so common for any guy. "You know sweety, my stupid cell got disfunctioned yesterday, now can that happen that I would forget aj kaa lovely din?" But then she makes you remember (and realize) that you spoke to her yesterday on the phone, so where did the disfunctioning go at that time...trouble (duh..??)..??
Bird watching - whether be it sparrows, or pigeons, or parrots (except crows and swans) is a birth right for every male species on this planet. 1 in every 5 relationships would have the girl cribbing to the guy that he's too much obssessive and digged into the birds (..??), "Tum mujhe toh itna nahi nihaarte jitna idhar udhar nazre hilate ho??", and the only thing the guy can answer is that "Honey, there's nothing of that sort, its just that I want to be a ORNITHOLOGIST..!!"
Well, love has its side effects as well.. "Love is like a cigarette, it burns slowly, but it does..and it does so until it falls down as ash..it even kills the person having it..BUT WHO CARES, WE ARE CHAIN SMOKERS..!!"

DARE URSELF..!! (Life at D.U.)

Parties..fun..frolls..ragging..khopchas..fuchchas..Life at D.U. surely rocks! (No offence to the non D.U. crowd, but the lives of the D.U.-tians does have the "kewl" factor in them.

Up on the terrace, behind the college walls, in every corner of the campus, there craves a flavour of mastii, enthu, zest...

Everyday opens up with an elated mood of thought. No fights over tiny issues, no more detentions over crapy homeworks, no fear of bunking away the classes. Surely, D.U. is one heck of aspice recipe for the students.

For some thick-glasses-wearing and heavy-oily-haired "students" (as in the dictionary meaning of student!), college, in ideal terms, is a worship place of Saraswati (I remember Saraswati being the goddess of Study..wuh!!)..for some "DUDES and DUDETTES", college is a hang out place, a hub to be more particular, or just a mere gathering point, and the library has been put on a curfew..!! (Remember Zayed Khan entrance into the library for the first time in Main Hoon Na..). But the bottom line, the fashion statement matters!

For the ready-to-fall-in-love guys, who display their hearts in their palms just waiting for any girls to pick it up, the "khopcha" matters! Do hell with the college, the people, the WORLD for that matter, the more the khopchas in the college, more the fun, more the luckier..! Once a guy gets his girl in a khopcha, what else would he actually need? These dark empty voids at all corners of the college say it all. No one has any hint to what goes on in there..! The khopchas do not make just the lovers feel homely. The hunks, the "Harayanvi Jats", the politicians of the college make themselves count here as well. The streetfights get a new name, the "khopcha fights". Lastely, for some, college doesn't cease to exist at all! halfway down the first year, and the guard would still ask you, "Bhai! Isi college mein ho na!". Ain't enough? Its not just the gatekeeper, even the professors or the lecturers would freak out seeing a new admission at the end of the year.

Life truly dawns at the university students with tons of jumping hearts and boggling minds. The pretext that involves loads of shopping, going through the trendiest of happening stuff, fashion wears, rugged denim, the multifeatured cellphones, the glamourous footwear...Even the most typical "bhenji" would mould herself into a glam chick.

Its a tough time for the "fuchchas" to deal with the Sirs and Ma'ams to begin with, and a tougher time with the super seniors. The ragging season kicks off, and its fun. Its more of an experience to exhibit and display the wildness, the boldness (for some, DUMBness as well!) within oneself. Standing on a table (a bench, as its called) and shaking hips with a flavour of the "Bihari thumka", or running the entire length of the college, yelling at the top of the lungs, "Run! There's a flood. Run damned!", or whether it be the smooth and sound intros (termed as "healthy interactions" by the seniors), the fuchcas get to have their college entrance fun, some face it boldle, the others with trembling hands and terrified looks! The seniors get their share of respect as well, and their part of "Good Morning Sir! Good Morning Ma'am!".

Call it torture by the seniors, or just tradition, the first two weeks of leg pulling pass by rather smoothly. And then trailing down the way , "ITS THE TIME TO DISCO!" The Freshers' night, The guest nights, the rock nights, the fests, the discotheques, the bands..the D.U. guys surely know how to utilize the ter "rock" in their lives!

Chilling one's nerves with a shot of vodka in any of the parties isn't just enough of what goes on in the institute. Politics, netagiri, naarebazii..without them, D.U.is just vacuum. The DUSU, the NSUI..polls conducting each year, who says politics is taking its backseat in our country? The full length posters stuck on each wall across the city, on each electricity pole throughout, the elections are no less than electing a Cm or a PM for the nation.

The inter-college competions, the hectic, never seeming to end dance practices that go for like ever, the tiring and sweating basketball practices..surely seem to be a pain. But there's fun throughout.

Life at D.U. is one damn "kewl" lifetime oppurtinity. One just wishes these days never go!