Part-1 Two options and a possible outcome..!!

(P.S: In order to make it more gripping or should I say, to make it easy for the readers to digest the content of this blog, the author (myself) decided to break this article into 3 different sections which would be posted on a daily basis continuing for 3 days. The comment section is closed so that I don't get abused after you read this article)

OK.. So it's been quite a while since my last post. Of course there was nothing great going on in my life apart from the monotonous schedule of waking up early in the morning, going to office and retiring to bed in the night. But of late there has been so much of stress bugging me regarding my life that I thought I have to put it down on a piece of paper to make it more interesting (I should rather say pacifying or soothing to make it more apt) rather than venting out my anger on my fellow colleagues or pestering them with my indecisive nature. So here goes my story or I would say my cinematic sadness of inconspicuous decisions which would appear to be of greater interest to people surrounding me rather than myself.

It all started from the day 1 of my college in my so called happy engineering days. It appears to me that God had a different perspective of happiness for me which always happened to have whiplashed my life in the form of gloomy events giving me the opportunity of choosing between two completely different or I must say two weird options which somehow at last made me to happily pray for the almighty for giving me those options. I shall give you a brief overview of the the choices that I had to go through in my course of life in chronological order just to add up more words to my boring blog:

1. Choice to study Maths or Science in intermediate (it never occurred to me that people also study arts for I always thought that arts were performed rather than studied). So I took up Maths for the fear of having to dissect slimy rotten earthworms or the grumpy pimpled frogs, or the pathetically malnutritioned white rats which were a nightmare during my school days. So, having taken up Math as the prime subject I had to work so hard to meet the ends, that I started having dreams of being a Russian secret spy who had been assigned a secret mission of finding the variable X. I was forced to invent ways to find the variable Mr.X which if I had used to find Mohammad Bin Laden would have helped me get placed into FBI with honor and valor. Anyhow finding X and Y somehow generated an interest which slowly consumed my interest in women. Now rather than watching porn, I prefer watching international math Olympiads or Bournvita Quiz Contest, pity me. Days passed by and the course of study came to an end or should I say that the two years of conviction came to an end leaving me with two choices again "B.tech or Bsc".

2. "Huh, It's a piece of cake"  was my expression at that juncture of taking the crucial decision later only to be found that it was the only arduous decision of my life next to getting married. After having faced an embarrassing situation of getting through the EAMCET (which i prefer to be called -the infamous common entrance exam for engineering and medicine for which the students are nailed for the rest of their lives if they don't get through) with a meager percentage, I was facing the counselor with my father beside me. I was there, sitting with sweaty palms and running nose (caused due to excessive discharge of saline liquid through the sensory vision of the eyes- an attribute usually possessed by the female gender) almost made me feel dehydrated. The counselor was looking at me as if I had committed a crime of raping a girl and running away without my pants on. It was terrible thing or even a sin in the eyes of the counselor if a student gets low score and attends the counseling, even a slight glance into his eyes meant that I was going to faint,  so escaping his wrath of fury which was by no way possible, I had to choose between 10 colleges for my rank. In the process of selecting the colleges, I had to forget my dream of studying the computer science stream which was usually enjoyed by the  privileged few who had scores which were possible to be achieved in my dreams. So browsing through the colleges and courses and making all possible permutations and combinations I arrived at a point where I was again posed with a choice of two colleges for mechanical engineering, "VNRVJIET OR GRIET".  The decision was difficult so I had to take the help of my dad who was sitting beside me but was in no way having the faintest idea of what was going on. So I had this huge responsibility of choosing a college which I felt if wrongly chosen might end up in starting the world war three. So I had to make a quick check list of the things that I always dreamt of doing in college when I grew up. So the list goes on like this:

1. Beautiful girls to look at or even to date with, which I did only in dreams.
2. Plenty of outdoor sports and games which I never played but felt were necessary in proving my status-quo.
3. Open gate system to bunk the college and hang around at my wish and will.
4. A very big canteen where you could choose between various girls to stalk on.
5. A big library to sleep after having a sumptuous lunch so that u don't get caught sleeping.
6. And a digital library for all the free WiFi and free YouTube.
7. Beautiful girls again.

So considering the quick checklist that I prepared in the few minutes of my stay in front of the mighty vampire slayer, all the options were almost matching with both the colleges.  At that point of time and in that precious moment of giving my verdict, there was a minute of complete silence and my mind was racing like a super computer performing billions of calculations in split seconds, raking the neurons and putting them to work to find out at least one reason to choose my Alma matter. Something amazing happened to me in that very moment. A thought, a clue,  a savior of my life flashed in front of me. I remembered one of my friends talking to me in one of the regular lunch meets in my intermediate days saying that his brother studies at VNRVJIET and that the college is eclipsed by all kinds of hot chicks and fashion babes who wear nothing but micro minis and jeans who have long past left the salwars at bay and are the most sought after girls in the town. That's all was I ever wanted and my decision of joining the college was made and the constitution of my life was written based on the availability of female gender. Strange but true...!! And time came when I finally joined the college and I was again presented with two options to choose from "Computers or Mechanical".

My dreams were all shattered on the very first day (which continued later on through out my life at college) when no girl showed up for class. Having consoled by fellow mates who were expecting the same, it was said that girls usual don't turn up on first day at college, hearing these were like hearing the words, which meant the essence of life and I was given a Ray of hope by the enlightened few and I continued my quest for beautiful girls the next day. Next day, Nothing happened but the repetition of what happened the first day. So finally it took me a month's time to know that girls don't usually prefer mechanical engineering. All my life seemed to be a lie in front of this ugly truth. I went mad, I was roaming around Computer science branch hoping that I would be adopted by them like a mad Dog hoping for shelter in some rich family. But life had something else for me. Instead of being adopted, I was suggested not to waste my time in the computer science corridors but to flee and find some solace in engines. My pursuit of happiness ended in disgust and found out that i had to make love to machines and pistons rather than babes and b**bs.

END OF DAY-1

(CONTINUED ON DAY-2)