Entry into our branch....

Our dept was just like a well, so deep in syllabus, subjects, cant be understood our staff 4m outside. Its very difficult to even imagine our dept at the beginning. We all entered, with lot of dreams, hopes, ambition, zeal..... 6-hard subjects, network, signals, cant even think abt those subjects. But we did it, with some or great difficulty. Belive it or not network was my favourate subject and i liked the way tat lecturer taught us. Met a new frnd here, now also he is one of my good frnds.

Experienced first back in engineering, cried after seeing results. 4m there i get scared everytime during results. Luckly i passed in revaluvation, then also i cried...... Still i remember, when i saw my reval results i started crying, in front of notice board, one of my frnd made me to keep my head on his sholders.... 4m there my journey again started with frnds. In second year i started practicing to talk in english with only one person, others were wispering among themselves, many were laughing at us.... But we dint leave, we kept our practice. It helped me a lot.

Saw many budding pairs, sach bolta hoon muje bi thoda laga ki mera number kab ayega..... He... He.... He..... But was not aware of the inner troubles.....

Mere pehla kadam in BIET.......

Wanted to fly, i stepped in, dreaming of becoming a successful and efficient engineer, a real engineer,( seems to be filmy, but was real ). Nan akka full buildup kottidlu, engg hage hege anta, so was little bit exited also. But i was late by 15 min. So went to administrative block, asking some seniors( i was scared of ragging by them ), then i took our timetable and section information. One office worker guided me to my classroom, it was in TEXTILE block. I went there, but classes were already started in 3 different class rooms. I was some wat tensed, so dint entered class room. I saw three gals group chatting among themselves outside the classroom. Thought of asking them about our section room, but i was shy, then also i went near them, i heard they were talking in english. Apun ka angrezy to lajawab hai, i was totally off and ran out from there. I cant forget that day, it brings smile on my face, every time when ever i remember tat day. He.... He.... He.... :-)

Baad me kuch log mile, dosti hui, acha laga.... Chalta raha, kuch khaas nai hua, college me.

But in hostel, did lot of masti. In the begginning we were some wat scared but later, na.... Started drinking tea at late night ( 11-30 pm). Nice exprience. Those exam days... We were in 1st year na, so regular study, i was a book work in first year, spent much time in coll,( in classes and library ). First sem went like tat. Got non-karnataka room mates, but were nice ( for me ). Exams aytu.... Raja mugitu, 2nd sem start aytu.... By tat time i had many friends, both kar and non-kar frnds. In sec sem started combined studies. At exam time we were studying till 4 in nights, we were feeing hungry by 2.... So we were collecting money 4m all those who wanted something to eat and were bringing khara-mandakki. We were waiting to eat tat, everybody was watching the bag so that no one eats tat and no one going to toilet at around 1, cos no one wanted to miss it..... He... He.... Really golden moments...... Jab bhi yaad karta hoon un dinonko, hoti hai itni khushi..... Age bayan karne ko shabd nai mil rahi hai.... Apni shuruwad to achha hi hua.....

Golden moments of tantragnanada dinagalu.......

hi guys.....

The best part of our life is, friends.... If they are of good ones.... I got few in school days and in PU days. In engineering i got few more. My engineering was just like a rose plant. When u plant it a fresh one, there'll be no leaves, no flowers. My initial days were also same, new place, new people, dint know how they are..... After few days, few leaves came out, greeeeen one, nice one. I got few friends, good one. But later......? Hhhhmmm..... All leaves turns dark green, initially they'll be depending on stick for food later they'll start preparing food by themselves, means they become independent, just like tat.... Few break ups, then make ups..... Went on..... Few days later a bud will appear on plant, then it blooms and gives out fragrance. In same way, i got some best friends, my life also started blooming..... Now my life is in a flower period, giving out fragrance, cool going, enjoying. Later have to see, whether more buds'll appear or .....???


I want to share my engineering experience, in parts as 1st year, 2nd year and so on.... So go to next post for that.... And please leave comments..... I need it.... To improve my life and my self....

yeh galfrnds...... hhmmm......

Guys i want to share some of my mistakes with u people..... Dont do it....
I know, many of u'll try to make galfrnds and many of u ve them. Fine.... But, if u want ur other friends should be with u, then u've to lie.... To both, friends and to gal frnd. If u dont want to loose ur galfrnd, then start being selfish. I lost one cos i couldn't be selfish. I was giving more importance to other friends than my girl-frnd. She was complaining about that again and again.

And never say no if she calls u anywhere. One funny thing happened in my life,once my girl-frnd invited me somewhere, i was buddhu, i took my friends there with me.... He.... He... He.... Now i laugh at myself for that. Now i miss her a lot. I requested her to be with me, but she refused, i was late guys..... Obviously, gals never have patience.... Guys life is urs, decide urself, who is most important, galfrnd or frnds....?????

I was always thinking abt my friends, never thought of having any galfrnd. I got.... and lost in a while... just like as a drop of water on the tip of grass leaf..... Really, those talks with her, vo ek doosre ko chidana, jhagda karna, those very first wish in morning and last wish at night, scolding each other if anyone miss to wish, when there was no currency, borrowing money from friends..... hhhmmm..... miss everything.... U know, now even if i try then i cant make my mood to make any new galfrnd..... She was the first and the last.... think so... But... life hai doston.... chalna hai, chalana hai.... Never loose hope, still searching for new one... He.... He... He.....

Wish u best of luck guys.... Select and make..... There is no scarcity of gals but good ones are less... Think 4 times b4 u commit....

"Break the heart and love it but never love it and break......"

and also dont forget......

" Life is not only to live but also to leave...."

Life.... Bole to....

Why i've mentioned all those, my life hurdles....... Life is different from a teacher, a teacher teaches lesson and then keeps the exam. But life keeps the exam first and then teaches the lesson.

Some of my friends, when they share some of their probs, what i felt is that, they are thinking about only thier probs. But when they look into others life, when they try to understand others prob definately they'll feel like thier prob is nothing in front of others. So guys dont be like a frog which lives in a well, try to come out of well, you'll come to know what the world is..... I know, people learn from their mistakes, but guys, life is too short, if u spent all of the time in making mistakes then you wont get time to correct it and even you wont get time to do all kinds of mistakes, try to learn from others mistake also.....

Here is a small cute story.... Just have a look on it....

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't see the band - he could hear it. In his mind ' s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window, The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can' t buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

Jeevan hai dosto... Chalte raho......

Hey guys, u might've listened the song laari chooti from ek chalis ki last local...... Its very nice na.... Here is its lines... Just have a look.....

Laari chooti…… Ek chalis ki last local……

Wo kehte hai na, jo hota hai, achhe ke liye hota hai,
Galat kehte hai…..

Kismat ka khel hai sara, phirta tha mai awara,
Ye kya se kyaa hogayaaaa…..
Char dinki zindgani, har pal ek nai kahani,
Kya tha mai kyaa ban gayaaaa….
Kya hua jo lari chooti, jeevan ki gadi looti,
Khwab hai to mujko na jagaaaa…..
Zindagi ek pal me sali, yun palatgai hamari,
Jhoot hai to mujko na bataaaa….

Dialogue: Mumbai, suna tha yaha admi puri zindagi apni kismat, slow track se fast track lane me nikaldeta hai…. Par dhai ganthe me meri kismat, yesi slow track se fast track par aajayegi, ye maine kabhi socha nai tha…. Saza maza banjayegi, ye bhi kabhi socha nahi tha…. Last local kya chooti hai, sala kismat patri par aagayi….

Karlo jo bhi karna hai, hota hai jo hona hai,
Guzrato pal yee, phirna ayegaaaa….
Kya bura hai kya bhala hai, waqt hi shayad khuda hai,
Hojanedo phir, dekha jayegaaa…..
Kya hua jo lari chooti, jeevan ki gadi looti,
Khwab hai to mujko na jagaaaa…..
Zindagi ek pal me sari, yun palatgai hamari,
Jhoot hai to mujko na bataaaa….

Wo kehte hai na, jo hota hai, achhe ke liye hota hai,
Sahi kehte hai……

U know guys, meri gadi bhi kahi kahi rukhi thi....

First time, when i was in 4th standard, at the age of 9 years, 4 months, i lost my dad.... The main front wheel of my life ki gadi..... I was small, my mom was alone. My aunt n uncle helped us, i was with them till 7th, then myself and my mom started living separately.

For sec time, in high school, i lost my close friend, cos of some other stupid friend. He used me for his selfishness.... ( once he wrote some stupid love letter, we were in 8th std then, then he gave tat to her, unfortunately it was written in similar to my handwriting. she thought i wrote tat on behalf of him. My so called frnd, who delivered her the letter told the same thing tat i wrote it. He... He... seems to be funny na.....???? and she believed him ) Even now also, she thinks that i was the cause for wat happened......

For third time, in my 11th and 12th my gadi dint stop but became slow, for a gal. She was goodlooking, cute..... I dont know abt her nature, so leave it.

For fourth time, guys, i cant forget in my life. Some one bcame so close to me, i was sharing everything wit tat person( lets name tat person tamanna, cos i like this name a lot). Tamanna told, she'll be my best friend, closest friend, even she told me tat she'll be my life gadi's front wheel.... She'll be my dad. I was so much attached with her. Pata nahi yaar, kiski buri nazar pad gai hamari dosti pe, apna contact....jo hai...vo choot gaya....rishta jo tha....vo toot gaya..... She was so nice, she left me.... Most of my friends have very bad opinion on her, but still i supported her. She left me.... This time, hmmmm... apni gadi ruk gai.....

But still friends, this is life.... Has to go on..... and on.... and on.....