Dreams

A painting.

Training- that's what they call it!

Picture this- White apron sporting people all round you in a building where your nose can't help but inhale air that's redolent with medicine -like smell. . It's a hospital I’m talking about, right?? Right, but not in the sense you think its right. I am the poor patient alright.
Paradox1- I’m wearing an apron too and looking thoroughly professional when in real life I’m thoroughly not so.
Paradox 2- The people around me are engineers (and not doctors as you guessed).
Paradox 3- The place is a pharmaceutical company and no real hospital! I go to a hospital when I’m sick. But whenever I visit the pharmaceutical company I GET sick.
I'm supposed to go to this place each day of the coming 6 months - ideally. To hell with ideality, I go there for no more than 2 days a week.
Picture more- The time is 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I’m gearing to get out of the sickening premises of the pharma company. I’m moving towards the main gate. I meet a pair of 1 and a 1/2 month trainees from some PTU college (I’d made friends with them that morning itself). They are coming after having a look at the various company processes. this is how we converse:
T1(looking disappointed): "22g Chemical engineering tan barbadi aa!!"
I: "Kyon 22 ki ho gya, why're you talking so strange??"
T2:"dass yaar ehna nu supervisor ne ki dassye saanu huni huni. . "
T1: "22g tuhanu pata hai chemical companies like the ones producing pyridine are bund paaadu. some of the side effects of chemical exposure in those companies include infertility!!!!"
T1:(hand moving towards the groin and easily finding what he was looking for, shaking it vigorously)" ehda ki banu 22g???"
T2:"hor pher ehdi ghar waali eddar bhajju te meri waali ne wi hor banda phad laina!!"
I: could only laugh at their antics.
T1:" bund marao, i'll run away from india, chemical engineering nu thudda maar dena appan."
We all laugh heartily.
I continue to move towards the main gate, get out and smell the fresh air- what feel!!! That's life. My eyes share the feel too- In the distance I see the hills and the clouds over them makes them all the more enticing. I wish I could run off the road and outta the rickety PRTC bus to those hills- that'd be having the time of my life!! Alas, some things are made only to be cherished from a distance and so I sit in the bus and just let my eyes savor the beauty, and let my mind take a plunge into all the fantasies of the hilly adventures! Someday, I’ll make them true!

The picture

There are some pictures you find on the net while surfing which you like, while others you hate. Whereas some pictures almost kill you. I'll occasionally be putting up the photos I liked from the net. This is one such photo which I really liked(my respect to whosover took it).

The unrequited love story.

It all started after I passed my tenth standard exams. I chose to take up non-medical, or rather was obliged to take up this field as was the trend. I didn't know what lay ahead for me. Unknowing I entered into +1 and guess what. .I discovered I didn't belong here. I sometimes felt I had had enough of this field. I didn't belong to a non-medical field. Too late I realized and now I was stuck. Moreover i didn't even know for sure as to where else i'd want to be if not here. So began my attempts to make the best of what I had.
I often heard from people that chemistry was one subject that could see you through an engineering test. Nice, I thought. I tried to befriend her. She refused to talk to me. I flirted with her. The indifference with which she used to treat me now turned to rudeness and she was so plain cussed that with each test my disgust for her (mutual feelings I suppose for her) only increased. I was helpless. I left the +1 chemistry tuition classes in midway.
Come +2 and the love story-that-never-was didn't flourish into some love story worth telling. Rathher, the antagonism between me and her only seemed to increase each passing day. I again left the +2 chemistry tuition midway. I only know how I managed to pass the chemistry exam of +2 hoping that I wouldn't have her humiliating presence near me ever again in my life. Even in the entrance exams I was badly humiliated because of chemistry. But fate had it in store for me that I had to get into Thapar so I got a reasonable rank to get into Thapar.
Into Thapar and here too I had the company of my-beloved Chemistry because I am an ass and took up CHEMICAL engineering!!! That’s when I had fun again. First semester- I looked at the list of subjects and there she was again---Chemistry-4.5Credits. Predictably, I just managed to pass with a D to scrape through to the next semester. The second year soon came and again- Chemistry was there to give her Fucking love to me. Again a D grade.
My love life with Chemistry almost seems to come to an end with the oh-so-rememberable two semesters in Thapar.

my first post.

I will start pouring out my thoughts from the next post.