It was 6:30 am (24th July, 2016). Chattering birds woke me up.We had just freshened up and rushed out for campus visit. There on road (in front of Aurobindo Gate) I met with Ajay Chowdhury, the first man in this college whom I met first and my father asked him about the admission block and he replied that it was in Prabha Bhawan. There I took his number and he took ours. After that we went forward and visited campus. In every point I was asking to take my photos to my brother, my father was some steps behind us. I became pleased that squirrels were freely living here and it makes this institute beautiful too. I was amazed when I saw a peacock was flying in front of me. It was really a great moment for me, because in my state it is not rare but it is almost impossible to see such natural beauty of squirrels and peacock.
After walking about one hour we came back to hostel and had had breakfast. We took Dosa in breakfast there. After taking breakfast we went to room and took a little rest.
It's about 9 am and it's time to go for admission. We reached Prabha Bhawan and saw that there was a long queue. I took a form and filled it up. After filling that form I stood in queue. I was there alone and feeling some anxiety because they (father and brother) were not allowed in that room. Not knowing what wrong might have happened, I was very nervous. I just wanted the time to pass but it didn't. The time stops when you wait for some event to get away even if it's good. This is my view, yours might not tally with mine, but that's how I felt at that moment. Somehow I escaped from that awkward, creepy time.
Now last step left, that was fee submission. Not having sufficient money in one bank account we were unable to submit it online. So we just withdrew money from ATM and went to bank and made a DD challan. You know there we were waiting for more than two hours and that time was one of the most boring time of my life. The cashier of the bank was checking each and every note four to five times and seeing it I, not only me, all students and parents became so angry that it can't be explained( in fact, swear words were coming to my mind), you could have realized it if you were there. At the last moment I was able to submit the fee and that time I felt that a weight of hundred pounds was removed from my head. We just submitted the receipt to the academic section and then I officialy became a student of this institute, became MNIT'an felt proud of myself.
I got a room in Hostel No.1, Parijat Hostel and it was a room for three, like in the movie 3 idiot. We took the room key from the warden and went for room visit. There I met with Funny (YVN Fanendra). The third one did not arrive till that time. The room was beyond expectation, not in a good way but a severely bad way. It was dirty and dust was spread all over. But I liked the bed and chair though. I was tired enough to get down as soon as possible. I was full of appetite and I could eat a Kg of food in one go. I was hungry and extremely tired. The hell, I came back to the Aurobindo Hostel somehow and had dinner in a rush. The dinner seemed to be good (but wasn't that good to taste).
Soon enough I was lost in dreams of my native place Tripura that I was missing a lot, especially my mom. This was a moment of relief after a struggle of 2 days. Dreams make our sleep beautiful and peaceful. Not knowing what adventures I was going to spectate in the incoming days, just sleeping was my destiny and I was satisfied with that.
I know it's boring but that's how it was. With these boring words, I would like to, try to stop.
But I want to quote one of my best friends Suraj Kumar " My life might be boring, but the story of my life isn't!"
Rest later, and rest of the rest later!
Have a Good Life!
After walking about one hour we came back to hostel and had had breakfast. We took Dosa in breakfast there. After taking breakfast we went to room and took a little rest.
It's about 9 am and it's time to go for admission. We reached Prabha Bhawan and saw that there was a long queue. I took a form and filled it up. After filling that form I stood in queue. I was there alone and feeling some anxiety because they (father and brother) were not allowed in that room. Not knowing what wrong might have happened, I was very nervous. I just wanted the time to pass but it didn't. The time stops when you wait for some event to get away even if it's good. This is my view, yours might not tally with mine, but that's how I felt at that moment. Somehow I escaped from that awkward, creepy time.
Now last step left, that was fee submission. Not having sufficient money in one bank account we were unable to submit it online. So we just withdrew money from ATM and went to bank and made a DD challan. You know there we were waiting for more than two hours and that time was one of the most boring time of my life. The cashier of the bank was checking each and every note four to five times and seeing it I, not only me, all students and parents became so angry that it can't be explained( in fact, swear words were coming to my mind), you could have realized it if you were there. At the last moment I was able to submit the fee and that time I felt that a weight of hundred pounds was removed from my head. We just submitted the receipt to the academic section and then I officialy became a student of this institute, became MNIT'an felt proud of myself.
I got a room in Hostel No.1, Parijat Hostel and it was a room for three, like in the movie 3 idiot. We took the room key from the warden and went for room visit. There I met with Funny (YVN Fanendra). The third one did not arrive till that time. The room was beyond expectation, not in a good way but a severely bad way. It was dirty and dust was spread all over. But I liked the bed and chair though. I was tired enough to get down as soon as possible. I was full of appetite and I could eat a Kg of food in one go. I was hungry and extremely tired. The hell, I came back to the Aurobindo Hostel somehow and had dinner in a rush. The dinner seemed to be good (but wasn't that good to taste).
I know it's boring but that's how it was. With these boring words, I would like to, try to stop.
But I want to quote one of my best friends Suraj Kumar " My life might be boring, but the story of my life isn't!"
Rest later, and rest of the rest later!
Have a Good Life!
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