Best of the worst moments in my life...

dix.) Wavering mind sucks... Be Sure about what course you want Or else you will see the worst face of your HM... Switched to CS group after being at biology group for 1 month in my 11th...





neuf.) When I was doing my higher secondary, I tried catching a ball in enthusiasm and got my right middle finger jammed... Then realized that a Short put Ball is too heavy for a Cricketer to catch, no matter how good you are at fielding skills...!!!



huit.) The same year i fell spinning from my bike... Its mere stupidity to catch hold of the front brakes... That too when there is no necessity to do so in a free road...



sept.) I was not aware about the impacts of my higher secondary results...else i would have done my level best to avoid those.. When i stood before Mr.Y.Venkataramani for admission through management quota....He calculated my cut off including my entrance score.. poor old man... saw the low score and asked for entrance score once again... I said that’s all... No more scores to be added still.... he was shocked at seeing the interval between my actual marks and my dept expectation.... (marks-confidential)



six.) I stood almost 2 hrs in front of my HOD when he was red hot tensed... affected staff complained to my HOD and he started his usual advice-cum-scolding’s.. worst part is that the culprit involved was standing beside me and speaking law points to get rid off him....





cinq.) Myself and 3 other guys planned to go to a theme park.. It was just one day trip and it was planned only few hours before we left… We had lots of fun, mainly in the water games.. As it does, the water games induced hunger.. we left the park an hour before the closing time and reached the entrance.. We neither found a shop to have something nor we found a bus to reach the nearby village..We almost fainted.. Then came a crowded bus.. Somehow we caught hold of the footsteps and reached the town.. We just checked the budget and we were shocked to find only 30 bucks available apart from the money meant for return ticket…We couldn’t bare the hunger… Stood in the road for Half an hour with no clue what to do… Finally decided to break up the ticket money too… But it was like a palm in the desert.. A friend of mine found a 20 rs note from his ticket pocket, which was kept months back and which has undergone many washes along with the pant… Thanks to him and his maid who didn’t notice the pocket…





quatre.) My tongue is my only enemy.. was shouting “govindha-govindha” and kidding few ppl... got a bang at my back.... didn’t notice the policeman near me in that jam packed crowd in a temple function... thank god.. I noticed him at least while he was taking took his lathi.... ESCAPE....

trois.) Long bike rides are for real fun.... but risk accompanies it... that too blank roads are fond of accidents.. Friends are angels... an angel overtook me just a couple of seconds before that incident happened and took those scars which were meant for me...else it would have been him who would have taken me to hosp, but it happened vice-versa...



Deux.) Its really paining to miss your beloved bike… What to do… It has become outdated and my dad decided to buy me a new one… We decided to sell the bike… Took it to a mechanic… He agreed… My dad on the spot asked me to surrender the keys to him, but I refused… He asked me the reason.. I just shouted at him in the public and said I need one more day with my bike… Generous mechanic too agreed… I Got a new one the very next day… But still unable to digest the loss of the old one… Still I remember the last ride in my bike in Ben well’s road..





Uno.) Missing my dear buddies after my studies…

(Blog Dated- 20/01/10)..