PUNE MEIN 1ST BIRTHDAY AUR FRENCH CURVE

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COLLEGE KA PEHLA DIN

Three days had passed since the time I had come to Pune. My dad left the day after my admission and we manage to find a new apartment for 3 of us at KRISHNA KUNJ after paying a huge brokerage to the broker. Three day after we moved in, we found a new roommate from our home city BOKARO itself. Kaushal too was admitted to MIT in 3^rd round and wanted to move in with us. I remembered to meet him at Nagpur during CAP rounds. He got in contact through a mutual friend, Ashish who got his admission at PICT. You can call it a great coincidence, 4 people from same city following different routes eventually came together to live in at one place.

We called our self “DARK” . D-Devoo A-Arvind R-Rohit K-Kaushal.

As per the time table, we had our class scheduled at 10:30 am. All three of us, got ready. The best part was that MIT had uniform only on Mondays and Thursdays. We had to walk 100 m to catch a bus from the main road which dropped us at MIT stop and then we had to walk another 150 m on MIT road to reach our college. We were on time. I was allotted division 1 and Devoo division 2.Kaushal went to division 9. We bid each other good bye and moved in to our respective class. The building was newly constructed and the class looked beautiful with new paints and glassed window. I looked around .There was a vacant bench near the window. I occupied it. I turn around to check out the crowd. Most of them were from Maharashtra itself and talked in Marathi which at that time made no sense to me. Engineering colleges never had a lot of girls. I don’t remember the exact numbers but our class seemed to have around 10-15 of them. I had already seen the list at the office. Since the name was alphabetically distributed, we had two or more people sharing a common name. Slowly, People came in. Some of the girls looked pretty but being an introvert then, never gave me the confidence to talk to them initially.

After the first lecture, I moved out to check on Devoo. We met at the lobby. We both discussed our class, the teacher, the boys and checked out the girls around. He gave an idea to move in to 1^st division or me moving to 2^nd division so that we will stay together. For the second lecture, I took an empty bench again .A guy sat near me and introduced him as Aditya. He said that he is from Bihar and how he quit NIT to take admission to this place. The teacher was a bit late and so I took an empty page and started sketching as this was my favorite time pass for boring lecture back at school. One of the girls from the front bench turned around and praised it. Maybe she was trying to make friendship with us or maybe she too was an artist like me, but as I was a dumbo back then, I just said thanks and resumed my artwork.

After 3 lectures, it was time for the lunch break. Me,devoo and Kaushal went to the nearby shops inquiring. We found a place serving thali @ Rs 30 each. The place looked busier than our fish market. We waited for a free table. The food was good and tasted very much like the north Indian thalis. We were scheduled for a workshop in the second half.

The smell of wood can be felt from distance as we approached the workshop. I made few friends by then. The instructor asked us to make chair and gave each one of us a log of wood and a sandpaper to rub and smoothen it. We all took out our blue apron and started the thing. The blue apron looked great on all the kids and we clicked some snap wearing it. Initially it looked fun as this was a new experience. But only after 15 min, it seemed to be a boring job. It got over after 2 hours. We had couple of class scheduled after the lab. We left for our flat by 5:30.

The day brought many new experiences. Academically, we were learning many new things. Moving in to a new state was giving me the opportunity to witness new culture and new kinds of people. I was surely facing language issues then but comparing it to south India, the situation was pretty good. I still remember the bad old days when I went to CUSAT for counselling. For north Indian, it’s  close to hell. The thing which bothered me most was the high cost of living of the city. Most of the things around was very costly and somehow managing rent,food,daily expense and everything under my pocket money of Rs 5000 would seemed to be a problem. We enjoyed the rest of the day exploring the places around Krishna Kunj.

PUNE MEIN PEHLA KADAM

The sudden chaos in the railway compartment broke my sleep. Someone from the bogie shouted that  Pune station had arrived. I checked my watch. It was 4:30 in the morning. It had rained last night. The air was cold and fresh. I had come here with my father to confirm my admission at MIT, PUNE for my engineering course.

As it was the last station, we needn’t rush. We took our time, packed our stuff and moved out along with other co-passengers. There was a huge crowd at the station. Many of them were enjoying their morning sleep lying down at the platform. Jumping and crouching, we made way through them. The unfamiliar language from the announcement box fell to our ears. We enquired an autowala about the nearest hotel where we could check in. We wanted it to be cheap and hygienic. I don’t remember the exact name of the place, but it was quite good for the amount it charged. I tried tuning the FM on my mobile by the time my dad got freshened. After an hour we both were ready.

One of my school pal, Rohit Jha , was already staying in Pune studying law from FC and we were supposed to meet him at Kothrud. We had planned to stay together renting a common flat. Devdutt, our another to be roommate , had too moved in to Pune .We all call him “Devoo”. He too had taken admission at MIT. I tried reaching Rohit on his cell while we were travelling in the auto .It rang  but there was no answer. I tried several times but with the same response.

After an hour of journey, we were standing at the Kothrud stop. I tried reaching him again, but still no response. My dad got a bit stressed. The issue was that we were carrying the luggage and needed to report to college for admission formalities and then I would have to register myself for the hostels. If we couldn’t contact Rohit ,I would have to take the hostel, which will definitely come along with many restrictions and all the plans we made before for having fun, will be washed away.

“Bhagwan ke ghar der hai , andher nahi.” Finally he called back. He told that last night he had slept late and was all out with this entire party thing and so he didn’t answered my calls. He told me to wait there and he will be coming in 10 mins. By the time, I checked out the place, the people and the girls.

He came after sometime. He took us to an apartment where we kept the luggage and moved ahead to the college .By 3 pm, I was done with the whole formalities. I was officially a MITian now. To celebrate, Rohit took us to café Durga. He told that this is one of the best of this place and we should definitely try MISAL PAW and COLD COFFEE.