two thousand and eight. 2008

whats 2008.

another number..another year .. another calendar.

but not just another year for me.

i belong to class of 2008 . its year which will turn boys into men and girls.. well girls will always remain girl. no offence.

i will be starting my professional life now :( or :) dont know i should be sad or happy, now i cant ask for money from papa mummy or bhaiya , and now i have to take care of rent, electricity, water, investments , taxes, oh god.. what i am gonna do. cant this wait for a while.

now i will be involved in

those fake laughters.

laughing on stupid jokes of BOSS.

talking of team work and not following it.

making deadlines and not meeting them.

but the thing i am most afraid is of making new friends..

after mohalla friends i made school friends then i had coaching classes friends then college friends .. now i will have office friends . wow.. someone as rightly said nothing is permanent in life

first post..

its crisp winter morning today... and i just got in mood to write my first blog ..

i always liked the idea of blog but its name BLOG kept me away..

its high time right now..

last exam of second last end sems is left ..

just a month ago i went to my private library to end my membership there. ..

it has been four years since i am(or now i was) a member there..

yes four years..

four years of college life..

four years of patiala..

four years to be an ENGINEER..

four years of thapar...

four years of maggi at bheem..

four years of 2 rooomates

four years of 3 hostels..

four years of infinite lectures..

four years of mess food..

four years of night canteens..

i mean its four years of my life OR MY life of four years..

will i be born after it or i will die..

we saw this city changing....

never in my life i owned a road.. but road to thapar is OURS..

right from gopal's , all the way across the flyover till thapar

this road belongs to thaparians.. its named after bhupinder singh but thats just a misnomer.. its

thapar college road