Dudu in to adventurous activity

In our hostel, It's like two share a room..

Putu is Dudu's close friend and they are in two different rooms..

Dudu used to be with Putu all the time..

It was a friday night.. Putu was alone in her room( as her roomie went home) and Dudu went for giving a company to her..

While talking, Dudu noticed on the other bed, A doll staring at her..

Dudu tried to ignore that.. but, couldn't..

Dudu shared this with Putu..

Putu recalled the story that her roomie told her - " the one who presented the doll to her committed suicide"

Putu shared this story with Dudu..

Dudu jumped from the bed..

She wished good night to Putu and left the room immediately..

Now Putu got a little scared..

She slowly moved to Dudu's room and said- " I am alone there in my room na.. Why cant you keep the doll in your room as your roomie is here?"

Dudu agreed with half mind.. She covered the doll with a bed sheet and kept it in her roomie's cup board.. ( Dudu's roomie was sleeping and was not aware of all these)

And Putu went happily to her room..

Half asleep, Dudu heard a sound in her room..

Not daring to open her eyes completely, She opened it a little..

Oh my God, The cupboard was shaking and an intense bang was coming from inside.. Dudu got scared to the core..

Dudu switched on the light and took the doll from the cup board.. It was shaking.. Later Dudu realised it was her hand that was shaking..

She put it in a suitcase and Walked towards Putu's room... She opened Putu's room, Kept the suitcase there.. And ran back to her room..

She locked her room and slept nicely...

The next day.. Dudu went to Putu's room...

Suitcase was there itself..

Putu was still in bed..

She went near Putu and touched her..

Putu opened her eyes with half sleep...

Dudu smiled and said-" Good morning"( And murmured to herself- Thank God, she is alive)

By the way, Dudu.. I have a doubt- Is that doll a ghost???


Special Thanks to Putu for the narration of this story to us..

It's an answer to my friends comment..

This guys na- Have a prejudice that- We, girls are always into books..

They think like- " We wont do any mischievous things, We are always stuffed with details from text books"

I dont know- How far that view is correct.. But let me tell you- There are exceptions like me..

The one who is more into irritating others.. The one who loves to make themselves a joker and make others laugh at them.. The one who is crazy only in creating moments with loved ones..

Now to explain better, let me explain today’s details..

I and my roomie started early, by 8am ( Yes, that’s early to us) to foodcourt to prepare for EST exam..

Remember we haven’t touched the book till then.. There we saw our friends, One ( Good boy)who belongs to our gang( Last minute preparation), and Scratch boy ( He always scratch his head, So only name scratch).. Scratch studied almost everything and was revising there.. We keep a distance from scratch as we fear that he may stuff our head with more information, or he may make us fear about the exam..

Then we went to auditorium( where exams are held). There we sat with the textbook and syllabus, without knowing where to start.. We went towards almost all to get an idea about the subject, but most were in to studying the last unit or topic.. We pity on them and came back to our seat..

The exam time is nearing.. Now it’s 9.15am.. Far away we could see, Hitz coming with Madz.. Hitz didn’t look up as he was not ready to take away his eyes from the textbook..

When he came near to us, We ask him to give an overall idea.. There only I saw—Which is something unbelievable.. Yes, he is reading notes.. Not textbook.. That too detailed one.. I always seen boys study by making their textbooks dirty by marking and scribbling.. He’s different- He is with notes.. And when we ask about any topic, he had answer for that.. I felt like his head is overflowing with points.. It’s like a fountain.. I get some points from that and enter in to the exam hall..

I was so happy seeing the question paper.. It was more like a general paper to me.. ( I believe the less we study a subject, the more we feel like it’s a general paper).. I wrote it in one and an half hour and make myself available for other things.. My friends ( Hitz, Scratch) are involved into answering, as for them it’s not at all a general paper..

Now my friend, let me tell you- While making fun of girls, you are forgetting one thing that, If you are going to generalize many things, either many of us girls are to be known as boys and many of the boys are to be known as girls..

Do commenting.. It gives me an inspiration to observe more and write more..

Another Exam preparation..

Here I introduce you to a friend of mine called Dudu..

She is a friend of mine, who loves talking for hours and hours together..

But when it's exam time, she makes us talk.. Yes, she visit others room and makes them teach her..

I was her prey in the first semester.. University exams were going on..

It was QMM exam the very next day.. I am above average in that.. And I used to help my friends in that..

Dudu is my friend and ofcourse i helped her.. I used to sleep by 9 or 9.30 those days (a habit I carried from home)

So I used to tell my friends- " Dont mind waking me up if you have any doubt"

And I never used to lock my door..

It may be around 2 or 2.30am..

I heard a peculiar sound and i opened my eyes from sleep..

There I saw my room door open and a big figure standing there...

My heart beat increased by seeing that..

It's nearing.. I prayed "let it turn to my roomie so that i'll escape.."

No way it's coming near to me..

I try to shout when it's almost near..but no sound is coming from the throat..

I thought- " Finally, here comes an end to my story", and I prepared myself for it.

Then the figure started talking- " Got afraid?? I had a doubt da.. So thought of asking you, Thought not to disturb your sleep, so only I didnt switch on the light"

It was Dudu.. She had a doubt at that time, so she remembered what I said to her and came to ask a doubt..

I thanked God for giving back my life..

I didnt clarify her doubt, because i was not in a stage for that..

But one thing happened..

I started locking my door thereafter...

Thanks Dudu..

Dont go, my friends... By the way, who is this DUDU???

Welcome to the International Business class...

Yes, U can see an aged person standing on the stage and almost all the students in the class..

Dont be surprised by that.. His class is a real fun...

Let me tell the first time he start teaching us..

It was in the second semester.. He handled Marketing paper for us..

Usually, i used to sleep well in theory class.. After all, good seat, ac class room.. And a lulluby by lectures... I just love to sleep...

His class- I never slept.. Is he strict in class?? No way man..

Then why didnt i sleep???

Here comes the answer- He talk in a wave fashion.. Sound modulation happens then and there.. Which makes us awake if we make any attempt to sleep...

So there comes an end to my sleep...

I tried to listen in his class.. Not possible.. There i started keeping my eyes open.. I look around..

Then i saw my friends with story books in hand, some with news papers and still others with laptop.. May be because i was involved in sleeping, i miss to see all these..

Then i thought of doing some creative work in class...

I shifted my place from third row to second last by the time i enter second year..

Last rows are superb for people like me..

Most of the professors wont disturb us in anyway.. although exceptions are always there...

There i saw the same professor again entering into our class.. He is going to take a core paper it seems...

I also start reading story books.. (Atleast i can write in my resume that i read books... Being PROACTIVE)

But he didnt like it i think.. He used to tell that- "Sriji is not at all listening.. Being with Vichu, she also become like that..." ( Vichu is my friend with whom i do all the fun in the class) .. Poor vichu, she might be listening.. But most of the times, he used to scold me attaching her name...

The third sem goes with countable complaints from him...

Then the final semester.. Yes, he is back to handle International Business class..

Me in the second last row with more friends into my rowdy gang,,,

He become a funny character to us by this time..

He will make fun of us like anything.. And he laughs himself..

We also encourage him by laughing with him...

Complaints against me is not new to the class by now...

All are familiar with that..

He will catch me either for talking, or for giggling, or for not listening..like that many...

Now he got a new prey-KAI...

At first, Sir used to send kai out of the class..

Later he understood- We are having tremendous will power( Or he might have got a fear seeing Kai's physique-- Kai is my first Gunda)

He used to tell- Whatever Kai do, he wont send him out.. And Kai can sit anywhere.. And he stop complaining about KAI..

Another speciality of this professor is that-- He is very open to us..

He used to tell us- the brand of pants he use, shirts, pen, tie like that many.. Noted point of all is that- He didnt buy any of these, but his brother-in-law..

Poor brother in law.. He might have thought by sending his sister by making her marriage will bring an end to his expenses...

No way.. This is why.. When u r making ur sisters marriage, make it sure.. this wont happen with u...

Many more details to write.. But will write as next blog...

His each session is a fun session of one hour...

Will catch u later with more of his wits.. Till then.. Enjoy

Preparation for exams...

Exams..

Yes, Now Iam having my Final year final semester exams..

I was thinking about the amount of preparation i used to have in my younger days when exams are nearing..

In my tenth standard, i study not just for me, but for my mother, brother, for my relatives..

I just go on reading all the portions as far as i can..

Like an answer to my prayer, there was teachers strike in the same year, which give me additional one more month to stuff my head into books..

I read pages and pages before i attend the exam..

I got comparatively good marks in tenth standard..

Then comes plus two- Let me tell u- I still dont know why i take science..

All said- all studious students take science, and i was not ready to fall in to the other category and i also joined the crowd..

But that two years, I dont know what and all i studied on those days..

I went to class everyday, i went to entrance coaching.. Finally i attended all the class, but didnt study anything...

When the final exams came, May be because i myself didnt have a clear idea about-what am i going to write.. I was not well then..

My mum read those portions and i studied a little and appeared the final exam...

Before the result was announced, I didnt had any hope that i will get good marks, so i went and booked a seat for me in a college near to my house..

When results came, I had above average and i felt good...

Then the degree exams, There also i studied like anything to get into good book list of all...

Finally, i joined MBA...

Let me tell u... This is the course am enjoying like anything...

I feel like everyone has to do MBA to know the enjoyment in life..

No tensions about studies.. No tension about exams..

In the first semester all used to study a week before the exam.. In second semester, we all improved, We start our preparation in the previous day of exam.. Third semester we start by noon of the previous day...

I had a doubt then itself about my fourth semester, ie the final semester.. Yes..

Now we are into that.. And now its like- No one is studying.. All are with laptop, or movies..

All feels like writing exam for more than one hour is too boring( I used to get bore before also, but never thought i will have followers)

I think by this time, we get a skill to write the exams from our imagination..

Why all are like this??? Is this the way youth has to behave?? Will our country grow if we, the youth are like this?

Oh, god.. I forgot.. Tomorrow is service marketing exam.. Let me watch munnabhai MBBS so that, i will get a better idea about service industry... will send more philosophy later...

Bye