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Being the backbencher always has a bright side to it , and this fact is something that always bites hard into to the nerds. If you look at it , the nerds always envy the last bench, because they can answer a question(everything under the sun except the part taught in class) even when the brightest of all nerds fail to do so.
Everyone including the teacher knows that you are not here to study ,and it doesn’t make a difference to anyone whether u pass or fail.If u pass ,ure lucky , and ur failure is nothing new.The lady teachers rarely come to the back bench as the chances of a vulgar comment about their attire is always on the cards and they very well know that u have come to class only to find out how the chicks in college have turned up for the day. The girls in your class remain aloof to you as though ure from another planet and when u talk to them they wave away the smell of tobacco. But we were proud of what we were! We were hated by some, but we were loved by many. We were heroes ,mostly to ourselves to a number of innocent juniors and to a few girls who liked the bad guys and we basked in the limelight of the so called ‘notorious’ tag. And to be notorious in an institution like ours was not an easy task. Rules were made to harass students!We hated it and broke it in every possible way. It would be a lie to say that we weren’t scared .We were scared ! But we wouldn’t show it around because it would dull the bright brave image we had maintained. I was scared because I had my future to think about and a family to support , one wrong doing and I would be kicked out the college.But that didn’t stop me from smoking in the hostel late at night, ragging and boozing without giving a thought about the consequences that might follow.Of a hundred times of smoking in the hostel,we were caught or rather one of us were caught once, lucky for us the warden was a nice man and we scraped through. When I finished my college , I was more than happy as there were no papers to be cleared and I got myself a job. Even the nerds in my class only managed to do the same , the only point being that they got some percentage marks more than me and that mattered a lot , as much as a spaniel’s ear. But I had something that they didn’t have , a heart full of memories that was going to make me laugh with tears in my eyes. Sweet memories that will brim my heart with joy. I still cherish those moments and as I sit in my cubicle trying to make things work , I smile to myself thinking ‘hari , does dhimps always have to wear her sari like this?’ and unknowingly I hum ‘Poo pol poo pol en nenje koithaval … minnalay…… minnalay …’

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Brimming with joy of coming home and with lots of hopes and aspirations , i landed at the trivandrum airport , to be recieved by my sister. I was not ready for surprises as most of the surprises in my life have rather been shocks.To my horror ,the entrance exams here are something that everyone starts preparing once they complete their 10th standard. I was not aware of any of this painful fact , not easy to believe for someone reading this because the entrance fever starts with the arrival of first monsoons in kerala(that’s when school opens),but it was the truth.I didn’t know a goddamn thing about entrance exams or even about the branches available in an engineering college or a medical college , and to say, I was a near school topper in math and biology .My sister had enrolled me for a crash course even before I landed , and two days later I found myself sitting in a classroom where physics , math and chemistry were the breakfast ,lunch and dinner of my counterparts.Maybe they even had biology for their midmorning snack. I had no friends here as I was not from any of the schools in the area. I was beginning to get depressed and lonely. It was then that I saw that sight, few guys in the last bench laughing and whiling away their time as though they were in a restaurant.I thanked god , for I had found my pals who were going to be my friends for the rest of the course.It never occurred to me that I was here to prepare for the exam that decided my career and life.I spent time at the cinemas and at the golden sands of the aleppey beach.The exams arrived and before I knew, the answer sheets were taken off from me.I was tensed , and as usual I was going to destroy the sand castles my dad had dreamt of.What next ?, that was the question I kept asking myself.My parents and relatives didn’t have any tension at all, they were expecting to see my smiling face in the newpapers.My parents arrived from abudhabi and days went happily because I didn’t have time to worry about anything as my parents were visting relatives and I happily trodded along.Finally ,the d day arrived ,the results came out with lots of happy faces in the front pages of newpapers and tv channels.My dad was happy , not because of my unbelievable performance, because he didn’t have to pay anymore for my education , at least , that’s what he told me . Dad was enquiring about colleges,courses and other associated things while my sister got busy with buying forms ,filling and sending them before the final date. To be true , I was not worried because I knew I was lucky and believed that something had to come along in my favour. I think I forgot to mention it earlier, im an optimist, to be true , blindly optimistic, that is , I do 20% and wait for the remaining 50%.That adds upto only 70% but u should know that I was always the average kinda guy.Finally it came , the call from AITEC , asking me to come for an interview for an msc course in software engineering.I didn’t have a clue about what that was all about, the only thing I knew about the course was that it had something to do with computers.I was happy , not because a door opened in front,but the fact was that I loved computers atleast that’s what I thought.To me computers meant games,word,excel and ofcourse the wild whacky web and I was addicted with internet,to be able to do something like this was beyond imagination. I was eager and was in great anticipation to join college . I got to know the truth about software engineering only after the first lab session and I still haven’t recovered from that shock, even after spending more than 5 years in the class room learning all about softwares and its engineeringand more than one year of working experience in a reputed software firm. Well , I left for Coimbatore with my new found love for software engineering , I loved it because when someone asked me what I was studying for I could proudly say ‘Msc –software engineering’, it had that too good to be true feel into it..Interview was easy , as they asked me math and physics and they called up a week later to tell me that I have been selected to study software engineering. I was happy and my heart was pumping with joy rather than blood.I waited impatiently for I had no idea what my life for the next few years were gonna be ………. My college , My friends,My life …… my story begins here ….