First day they taught us about the basic concepts of GSM and the functioning of mobile phone.It was quite interesting.I met one of my old friends' from school whose name is Pavan Yadav.It was after 5 years that we saw each other again.
The second day was fine until the first class got over,after which we were literally screwed by this Madam who took a boring class continuously for around 2 hours and immediately another Sir continued for an other hour or so.I felt like running away from that room.
The third day turned quite good.As we entered our campus we saw around three buses painted D.Ramanaidu and a dozen of cars parked at the entrance.There was a film shooting going on starring Venkatesh,Trisha and Saloni.We later got to know that it was a film called Bodyguard.Venkatesh was looking handsome in a black bodyguard uniform with aviators and Trisha looked pretty as well.We attended only one and a half class and spent rest of the time watching the shooting.
Our HOD is quite furious at our batch because we failed to submit our abstracts on time.So Amar will be going to college tomorrow and submit them.Reached home at around 7:00 and saw some part of the movie Apocalypto,directed by Mel Gibson.Awesome it is.Should finish the rest of the movie tomorrow.
I called that dreaded number again and was greeted by complete silence.And when I started speaking, everything was fine until my ear drums blasted with the roar of her grand mom.The call was disconnected after she finished cursing me.I do not know why I call her or why I feel like talking to her.I felt a little humiliated today,but I know that such kind of things are a part and parcel,when you take some stupid decisions in life and make it worse by getting into worthless things,maybe people and then repent on our past and fuck up the present.She isn't anything to me now nor she ever was.Then why? She was something to me ,which I don't know and that something could last only for a year.Now I'm alone in the sands of desert trying to search for something in the grains of sand that only keep slipping away the more hard I try to catch it.
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