My first step in Mumbai. Standing
at the CST station, with total strangers all around, bustling and pushing each
other. Is there any familiar face around me to help me, direct me to my destination?
Oh! Sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I am Vivek.
Vivek Rathod.
Let me tell you about myself. I
completed my BCA i.e. Bachelors in Computer Application from Pune university.
Dropped down to Mumbai to complete my MCA i.e. Masters in Computer Application.
That’s a jist about me and more I will tell you as soon as the time and need comes.
OH! My brother is here to take me home. My temporary residence for the time,
till I can find a permanent stay in town for the next 3 years of my MCA.
First day in college. Wearing
formals for the first time in life. I am looking like a douche bag seriously. I
hate it. Why are people staring at me? Am I looking so weird? Is he laughing at
me? Leave it. My seniors directed to the auditorium for the induction ceremony.
Seated amongst first year students,
so called classmates. Guessing whom should I make my friends and whom my
enemies so that I don’t get bashed up badly. LOL. I am searching for a pretty
face, a cute and sweet girl, if possible in order to forget my past fucking
bitch. Now I know as most of my current friends you must be curious to know
about my past; but sorry as I kept my foot on the ground of Mumbai, I pledged
to drop my past into the past.
The induction started as thought
with boring sessions by the faculty and the college head and chairperson.
Phewwwwwwww. What boring to expect more now. Drowsy I fall off to sleep only to
hear my name being called out. Who is it?? Why am I being called?? Did the
chairperson see me sleeping?? Great what more to expect to gain attention on
the first day. Turned out of sleep I look around the room. Its devoid of all
the faculty and its just the seniors.
Got it! Time to get ragged; as seen
in movies. I am asked to put on a body show and thanks to being of the size 0
category I didn’t find much trouble showing off my body unlike some of my
fellow fat classmates trying to protect their skin show and honor on the 1st
day getting raped. All of them had a hearty laughter but I noticed someone, a
sweet smile like something I dream off. A perfect face someone couldn’t forget
if seen once. Like people say butterflies are flying in my stomach and the
first time I felt it now. WEIRD.
I am happy I am being noticed.
Thank you! Seniors. Thanks a lot half of my work is done….
