coimbatore....

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coimbatore....

this is one place that changed mah life forever...vaccations after mah entrance exams had almost cum to an end and mah frenz were looking for engg colleges...now engg was too difficult for me and i wanted to study something dint have any of these physics derivation shit and maths formulas stretching for pages..so naturally the option that was left for me was BMM..Bachelor in Mass Media..i applied in a few colleges in mumbai and my name was in the first or second list of these colleges..but before they had called up for admissions i had already packed mah bags to Coimbatore...to one of the leading colleges of the country for ENGG and MBA..they had opened a branch for B.A. in Mass Communication..i had attended the interview and was selected...now i wantred to stay in hostel..main treason i hated being at home...my house has never been peaceful and i never felt good being at home...second...thanx to chetan bhagat and many other siuch writers whose writings found way into my head giving wonderful imaginations about hostel life..i too wanted to experience all that...so i was off to coimbatore for a three year course...

all my dreams and imaginations shattered into thousands and thousands of pieces as i reached the hostel....rules were strict...very strict...if you want to imagine my college rules then thing anything exactly contrary to what you read in books about hostel life...it was my worstest of nightmares coming true..i repented my actions..my decision of coming to coimbatore...but then you know ryt...my decisions are random and senseless... i had to take it now...face it as it had come...for three whole years...and thats what eactly i did..kits my second year that has ended now..and what kept me going there are my friends..VISHNU, GOUTHAM, HARI, AJAY, PARTHEEK..we all together made the best part of our lives there..the fun we had was never less than anything that you see in films...afterall our department was the most happenning thing in the whole 350 acres of campus..i loved every part of it... its like finding it hard to adjust and when you are away you still miss all that fun... :)

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