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June 18th, 2007, 05:50 PM
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Masti Ki Paathshala - VI
Sachin Saini belonged to a middle class family background. The unique thing about Sachin was that everything was middle class about him: his appearance, his dreams for a better future and so on. A well built (slightly on the fatter side) wheatish colored, with checked shirt and plain trouser, with easy-going look and attitude, overall a good example to represent the middle class guy. He had studied in an above average school.
His father was a teacher, like mine was, and his mother used to work as a clerk in village Aanganwadi. He was the eldest of three siblings. His two younger sisters were studying in school. Both of them were quite sharp and intelligent in study and always achieved above 85% marks in every class. On the other hand, Sachin was just an average student. His mind used to work overtime on other things happening around. His knowledge of surrounding and other current affairs at national and international level was immaculate. He was the first one to know all of the ragging rules in hostel.
He didn’t have any strong interest in studying engineering. He took admission in a college just to have fun. He wanted to take admission in North Campus with science stream. But his father insisted him to do engineering course since it was a respectable profession and his family could take pride that their son was studying engineering degree in DCE that is certainly one of the top most engineering colleges of India.
His father’s view was: only a looser would go for simple degree course.
Sachin’s personality was molded by his father. He was in complete awe of his father. He had not taken any decision in his life on his own. He would see the channel only what his father told to, at least in his presence. He had a great bond with his two younger, witty, smart sisters.
Our destiny had something in common that brought us together under one roof. And we were now room partners, for next four years.
The week passed peacefully. Prashant was right in saying that we had seen worst. After enjoying ‘Dhoom-Dhadaka’ with us, even seniors lost their interest in us. After lots of requests, my punishment for washing clothes for one week reduced to just two days.
I was happy. Life was coming back to normal college life now. It was Saturday, our first weekend in Delhi. We decided to put on our tourist shoes and went out for sight-seeing in the evening.
Our college was situated on the outskirts of Delhi, in between Rohini and Bawana, an industrial area with lots of residential Jat community around.
One thing I would really appreciate about Delhi is its transport facility provided to the student fraternity all over the city. All college students are provided DTC (Delhi Transport Corporation) bus passes just for Rs. 41 for three months. It is the cheapest bus fare anywhere in the world. One can travel in any of the DTC bus run and (badly) managed by the government all around the city.
It is said if one can travel in a DTC bus, he/she can travel anywhere in the world without much difficulty. It was my first experiences in a DTC bus, so I was bit excited too.
TBC...(To Be Continued)
Masti Ki Paathshala - VI
Sachin Saini belonged to a middle class family background. The unique thing about Sachin was that everything was middle class about him: his appearance, his dreams for a better future and so on. A well built (slightly on the fatter side) wheatish colored, with checked shirt and plain trouser, with easy-going look and attitude, overall a good example to represent the middle class guy. He had studied in an above average school.
His father was a teacher, like mine was, and his mother used to work as a clerk in village Aanganwadi. He was the eldest of three siblings. His two younger sisters were studying in school. Both of them were quite sharp and intelligent in study and always achieved above 85% marks in every class. On the other hand, Sachin was just an average student. His mind used to work overtime on other things happening around. His knowledge of surrounding and other current affairs at national and international level was immaculate. He was the first one to know all of the ragging rules in hostel.
He didn’t have any strong interest in studying engineering. He took admission in a college just to have fun. He wanted to take admission in North Campus with science stream. But his father insisted him to do engineering course since it was a respectable profession and his family could take pride that their son was studying engineering degree in DCE that is certainly one of the top most engineering colleges of India.
His father’s view was: only a looser would go for simple degree course.
Sachin’s personality was molded by his father. He was in complete awe of his father. He had not taken any decision in his life on his own. He would see the channel only what his father told to, at least in his presence. He had a great bond with his two younger, witty, smart sisters.
Our destiny had something in common that brought us together under one roof. And we were now room partners, for next four years.
The week passed peacefully. Prashant was right in saying that we had seen worst. After enjoying ‘Dhoom-Dhadaka’ with us, even seniors lost their interest in us. After lots of requests, my punishment for washing clothes for one week reduced to just two days.
I was happy. Life was coming back to normal college life now. It was Saturday, our first weekend in Delhi. We decided to put on our tourist shoes and went out for sight-seeing in the evening.
Our college was situated on the outskirts of Delhi, in between Rohini and Bawana, an industrial area with lots of residential Jat community around.
One thing I would really appreciate about Delhi is its transport facility provided to the student fraternity all over the city. All college students are provided DTC (Delhi Transport Corporation) bus passes just for Rs. 41 for three months. It is the cheapest bus fare anywhere in the world. One can travel in any of the DTC bus run and (badly) managed by the government all around the city.
It is said if one can travel in a DTC bus, he/she can travel anywhere in the world without much difficulty. It was my first experiences in a DTC bus, so I was bit excited too.
TBC...(To Be Continued)