IIT Delhi ~ So far So good!
Its been over a week I am here in IIT Delhi and therefore the ‘writer’ inside me couldn’t resist showing himself to the world. 
IIT DELHI & Me
The college is sort of fine. I am lucky to get Chemical Engineering here especially. Lucky because the branch contains one of the maximum and most beautiful girls of the whole ‘Insti‘. But the ‘fattus’ like me are still unable to even talk to one of them still after a week. 
I’ve got my room in Aravali Hostel at the top floor just before the end of the corridor. Aravali used to be very famous for harsh ragging incidents few years ago. And considering the location of my room, I am at one of the most vulnerable areas of the hostel. I was a bit afraid and frightened initially.
But after a few days, I realised seniors here are pretty cool and kind. There may be exceptions, but most of them are friendly. Its been over a week and there is nothing sounding like ‘ragging’ here. I don’t know about the future though.
DELHI (south) ~ The Visit to Priya PVR
People say if you want to see the ‘Real Delhi Beauties’, visit Priya. And now I can surely say they were damn right. There were soo many good ones and it was too difficult to choose one and stare.
After walking continuously for more than 45 minutes, finally we reached there. Its about 4-5 kilometers from IIT Delhi and a perfect hangout with friends.
The PVR here is not one of the largest and by the time we reached, there was no movie to be shown. So were left only to eat and stare the beauties. We headed to Nirula’s. Ankit (my colleague) said, Nirula is famous for icecreams. But icecreams at Nirula cost you an earth.
There was a damn hot girl in mini-skirts wearing a black top roaming with her younger sister there (who was also looking very good). As she was moving on the street, the whole crowd was staring her. We followed her for a while and when our legs finally started to ache, we headed for McD to feed and relax ourselves.
HANGING SPOTS @ IIT DELHI
There are many hanging places where one can go with friends and waste his ‘worth-wasting’ time. The most interesting one being the WindT (short form for Wind Tunnel). Its basically a small gap between two sections of the multi-storey building where cool wind blows all the time. So if you’ve got some time between your two consecutive classes, just sit here and experience the blissness. And in case if you’ve got a laptop, its even better because the WindT comes under Wi-Fi zone.
Then there is a 24 hours Nescafe counter near the main building. I’ve visited there only once but people say its a great place for a night out with friends.
And then there is ‘Sassi‘ ~ the most famous place of IIT Delhi. You must have read about it in ‘Five Point Someone’ written by my great senior Chetan Bhagat. I haven’t visited it yet, but wishing to do it real soon.
MY NEW LIFE
Life @ IIT Delhi demands a lot of time management mostly between studies and fun. There is enormous pressure of studies, but if one looks at the other side, there is much more fun awaiting for him. Hostel life is basically fun. I’ve got many new friends coming from different areas of India. (Two of them are sitting just next to me while I am writing this blog).
Food at mess tastes good initially but its sort of monotonous and one gets bored of it after a few days.
There are some other minor problems of toilets etc., but as a whole, we all live as a family here. Everyone here is away from his/her home and misses his/her near and dear ones very much.
FINAL WORD
Missing home
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PS — Sorry for late post, I didn’t have access to a computer.
PS — Missing home food.
PS — Missing Splitsvilla.
PS — Actually missing ‘Yamini’ in Splitsvilla.
PS — Got to go for lunch and have a Mathematics class afterwards.
PS — The prettiest girl of Chemical Engg. is in my group. Yipeee…!!!!
PS — Have to complete ED, Maths, Physical Chem assignments today.
PS — Tchao 
The Chowkidaar
I usually go for walk during night because I like the privacy in darkness. But that day, I decided to go for a morning walk.
It had rained in night so the road was wet. I have a fixed path for walk ~ Katara Hills Road, then out of the colony to finally a newly built Government Hostel. After that, there’s a dead end. I would sit there, listen songs and drool into my nonsense thoughts.
As usual in 15 minutes, I reached the Government Hostel and sat on stairs. The hostel is newly built and no one lives there. In night, it seems to be haunted place and therefore, there is much more fun going there in night.
I was listening to music. As the song reached to my most favourite lines, I heard a Chowkidaar shouting at me.
“Hey…mmmm…Boy..!”
I stopped the song. He was in his late-thirties or early-fourties. He was fit because he came running towards me. I had seen him for the first time, may be because it was the first time I went there in morning.
“What are you doing here?”, he shouted again.
“Nothing….just relaxing.”
“Is this a park?”
“Umm…well no..the place is nice. So I just thought…”
“Chal chal…….now leave.”, he said.
He was sounding so arrogant that my mind also started functioning like that. Who was he to spoil my morning? The place is isolated. Why not use the government property! And what harm I can do here!
“Hey….this is a public property. Everyone can use it.”, I said. After all I was more educated than him. I can make him dumb.
“Who says?? This is a restricted zone.”, he said and pointed out his finger to a pole.
“The main gate is supposed to be built there. It is forbidden to come beyond that.”, he said proudly.
“Where’s the gate? I can’t see it.”
“It will be built in a month.”
“Ohkk…then I won’t come after a month.”, I said and laughed.
I was enjoying the argument. It was a morning time-pass. I was feeling the power of education. Education brings confidence. And after all, I am an IITian also. This very thought made me indulge into unneccessary controversies.
“India is a free country. Everyone can go anywhere. If you say its a restricted zone, you must put a notice board here.”, I said.
“Hey…..don’t you teach me. You leave from here or not?”, he was agitated. I was enjoying.
“Ohkk……first proof that this is a restricted zone and I’ll leave.”, I said.
He left speechless. This increased my over-confidence.
“Show me some legal document or guidelines which says I am not allowed to sit here.”, I smirked.
It was fun to tease an arrogant Chowkidaar. I started playing my song again. And he left.
“Wait a minute, I just come.”, he yelled.
“I am waiting.”, I exclaimed.
May be he was going inside to call his senior officials. Or to bring some document etc. to show me the proof. But who cares…!
I was again lost in the song and my nasty thoughts when I heard him shouting at me again.
“Now what yaar!!!”, I roared and looked towards me.
He had holded a long and thick wooden stick and was approaching towards me with a fast pace. He reached me in few seconds.
“So, what kind of proof you were asking?”, he uttered in rage.
Instantaneosly, all the power of education and the IITian’s reputation surrendered in front of the wooden stick. I was out of words to say something. I apologized politely and promised him that I won’t visit here again. I left.
Yaar……tell me one thing, who says?? “Kalam talvaar se jyada balwaan hoti hai!”
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PS — Really sorry for the soo soo late update.
PS — There are two reasons for this:
PS — I have become too lazy.
PS — My internet connection has cut down a few days ago.
PS — MTV Spiltsvilla ~ I like Yamini.
PS — Planning to watch next movie in Priya PVR only.
PS — 11 days left.
PS — IIT Delhi……….I am coming.
PS — Adios.
