FINAL Yr: SOCKS (SHOCKS) UP!!!!

I was late, either deliberately or casually, to register in ISM as a final yr student. At one side my heart was alarming me to an unprecedented, less predictable and discomforting 52-weeks while on the other the joyous beeping of being the seniormost (except MATKAS) was exciting me. Like always the negativity prevailed and I registered myself on the last date of scheduled registration.

Throughout the whole vacation I kept my one eye on the recovering world while my one ear on the fluctuating price of CRUDE OIL. I listened the Finance Budget for the first time in my life though I never understood even a single word except FISCAL DEPOSIT. Post Budget I was probably the single person congratulating the FM for spending 10 lakh crore on the earning of 6 lakh crore at a deficit of 6.8% of our GDP, sensex and industry responded negatively and I saw the imaginative FM singing a lullaby at the Parliament. But I derived one silver lining for me from these two budgets. I thought that if whole India heard, accepted and reacted the BANGLISH of Mukherjee & Banerjee combo then I see no reasons why the interviewers will not at least hear my HINGLISH (much better than BANGLISH) and this soothe my anxiety.

In this hurricari of emotions during my vacation, I decided to study for my placement. Somehow, I managed to study the first night and devoted myself to the first chapter of AMYX, but it gave my mom a spy on me, whether I got failed or something more problematic , on the day after I left my idea of preparation.

My future pivoted around the whole vacation that what should I do, I queried regarding CAT, UPSC, GRE and even GATE. Lastly I decided to toss my future head denoted for higher education . Tail came and my all problems were evaporated, now onwards, I have to smoke, drink and wait my future to happen. (Toss is a good idea if u r not certain what u have to do in future).

Finally, the day came when I have to step into the final yr world, on 11^th july 2009, train was late by 6 hrs but it didn’t spoil fever of finality. I took the rickshaw to enter in the premises of ISM, in which I am residing from almost 3 yrs, but this time I was feeling an anxiously unpleasant and sorrowfully disheartened. I was feeling that the T&P dept, admin block, main building and even upper ground were trying to say something, but either I was ignoring it or I was not so imaginative to respond. Though the roads of the student avenue were same but why I was feeling that if they were hampering my footsteps.

My chain of thoughts paused when rickshaw-man (better not to say rickshaw-puller) asked near EMERALD, “sir, is this your hostel?”, I blinked and pointed my finger ahead. I was feeling excited to see the advancements in “AMBER HOSTEL” but my eyes rolled over the board fastened affront of sport complex declaring that from now-onwards there will only be 5 hrs of a day in which it will remain open. I had a pity on the POLLY-GUYS, thinking from now-on where they will make their strategies and execute their plan-of-action, where they will drink and smoke the tensions post POLY and where they will observe the party to show their strength, but suddenly I found a better location, on the top PANI-TANKI , more secure, much airy and more statecraft. I found topaz hostel was gazing on me, I waved back and asked the man-on-the-front-seat-of-rickshaw to move on.

As I was still in my thought about the newly constructed and always closed squash court, I found myself on the DEHLI of SAPPHIRE HOSTEL. I interrogated the rickshaw-driver, “how the hell u knew that I am from this hostel”. He replied back instantly,” sir, as there is no hostel after this!!!”. I found whole ISM encircling around me, now I was feeling as if the T&P dept, main building, admin block and upper ground were saying, ”mano! Sock up for the surprises”.