A step by step application process for masters in USA from India

( P.S : I wanted to make it very informative for the aspiring students who are willing to plan for masters in US. I tried to give in every detail of the application process so that it might help few of you in the process. Please bear in mind that this is not a topic to entertain the readers in the lines of comedy genre, but a guide on "know how " and "do it yourself " kit for those confused few who are skeptical about going to US or staying in India, along with a tinge of my first hand experience on masters)

So it all started with a dilemma if I should go international or stay national. It took me almost 3 months in deciding what was against my will of going international, for I am a man of attributes that most of the youth of this generation posses. It's a virtue by nature that you end up procrastinating things once you start earning, and considering the IT sector and the life sucking monotonous jobs it throws at us, I find it obvious for certain reasons that people end up being couch potatoes or should I say lazy slugs, for IT is a job of lazy minds. It's with great difficulty that I actually made up a plan of going abroad for I was becoming more and more dependent on the landlords or should I say my parents for food, clothing and shelter which have been considered as the basic amenities from the prehistoric ages. I've always found it difficult to hunt and eat as I never faced a situation for the survival of the fittest.

Part-2: Two options and a possible outcome..!!

(P.S: please read Part-1 here before jumping into Part-2)

Sorry to keep you guys waiting for the next episode of my college melodrama, I find it difficult to manage time between office work and playing Candy Crush Saga. I was in the 30th stage and for the love of God, it took me almost 10 pathetic days in finishing the level.

After an overwhelming response from the remotest of friends regarding the post that I thought no one would view, I was skeptical to proceed with the next part, for the fear that loomed in my so called peanut brain which yells at me saying "stop being a hypocrite" and continue doing what suits you best, i.e.. being a moron, which I am for some obvious reasons, one of which is writing this useless piece of crappy blog which only consumes time and patience and attracts criticism from pesky people stating that "it may mar your so called reputation which symbolizes you as a Demigod of goodness" and "what would the society think about you if you send out such mixed signals of immoral conduct" type clichéd monotonous monologues which I cared less about. Being brought up in an Indian society I was given all the freedom to do whatever I liked the best, and was never interrupted in my thought process,  but it was the other pestering life sucking people surrounding me who held me back, else I would have been a superman with my underpants under the pants.

So I wanted to break away from being a mere spectator and venture out into the dark world of bloggers who constantly upload every single shit into the Internet and start looking at the number of likes for their posts(which includes even me) for which people give a damn. So am writing this for all the fans(yes..!! I meant you) out there who feel that they could spend some time instead of money to be entertained for free.

Now enough of my whining and let's get back to the point where i left u before the end of Day 1 (OMG I should have been a professor) , so it was hard time for me settling in for crappy rusted dies and the fire breathing monstrous engines rather than sitting inside the glass walled sweet smelling mother of jesus computer labs. I sometimes felt that God had punished me for all the porn that I have ever watched in the past and got shit kicked out of me by intentionally pushing me into the satanic world of gears, metallurgy, fluid mechanics and God knows what stroke engines..!!

So finally my first year at college started with all the humbug that mechies are the base for any industry, u can't do shit without them blah blahh blah..!! in which I was least bothered. All I ever wanted was to earn money and screw everyone which eventually never happened.

Being helpless I had to accept my fate and continued my laborious mechanical life deprived of all the fun that I ever wanted and occasionally vented out my anger by punching my fellow spartans with the drawing sheets and drafters.I started branding myself as a Mechy and started scribbling MIGHTY MECH on all the benches and walls to let the dark world know that am happy being into this crap. There was this notion among the other god fearing branches that the mechanical students are rugged species and shouldn't be messed with, which eventually made all the girls to alienate mech boys. And those unlucky mechies who already had girlfriends from the pre-engineering life started having breakups.

This continued for a while, and then came the real deal- The Ragging part. While all the other branches had seniors who would rag the Juniors for a day or two, and later become friends and start hanging out together, mine was amazingly different scenario, it was more of an execution or a judgement day only to be repeated everyday.

The Canteen
Being diffident or should I say shy, I never had the nerve to interact with the seniors and always went about in groups where ever I went, even for the nature calls (there were incidents where I almost killed myself by stopping my bladder from performing its regular act due to the lack of company). The college canteen was the most dreadful place which I avoided the most. It was the place where the monstrous seniors were at large, sucking every ounce of courage that Juniors had. They were free to pick up whomever they wished for, just like a hawk picking up its prey from a standstill pond and the juniors, having no other option had to follow them just like a prisoner being dragged towards the gallows to bear the pain and agony but with a smiling face, else the professors in mufty who think they were the gatekeepers to hell might catch hold of them and kick the shit out the one who was about to rag. This wouldn't have any effect on the predator but would double the intensity of the punishments or I must say ragging techniques on the prey, so Inorder to avoid this shit most of the juniors without any second thought moved silently towards the dungeons where they were slayed. Thinking of all this I used to have goosebumps all over my body, and I secretly pledged that I would never venture out alone into the canteen premises. And sticking on to my promise I went unnoticed to most of the seniors for almost a month or two until one fine day when my fate went furious over my luck and landed me into grievous consequences.

THE DABBA
It was a bright sunny day (I hate it when I use sunny to describe a day, cause I feel that it fits more into the name of a steamy pompous actress whom i like a lot and less into describing the state of a day) and I was all ready and packed up for college just like the regular days, but there was something that was hitting me hard from inside and I knew that something wrong was surely going to happen and I was right, my 6th sense worked miraculously fine (my 6th sense works when my common sense gets derailed) and there indeed was sadness all over the college. One of the seniors passed away and it was declared a holiday, and everyone instead of offering condolences, were happy to hear the announcement and were rejoicing this once in a lifetime opportunity of going home just after reaching the college, I was happy too but my happiness lasted only for a few minutes when I was informed that the only way to go home was to cross the DABBA.
It's a peculiar name for a place being named by the way it looks. DABBA-meaning "A Box" in English, was the most feared place outside the college premises. No fresher dared to go there for the fear of seniors lurking around it eating bread omelet and puffing out white fumes of smoke often ring shaped which by practice they have all mastered with hardwork, diligence and discipline.

Now that I was forced to cross the DABBA, I  furiously searched for company but my efforts went in vain, so I pretended that I was ill and started walking out on the road that was swarmed by juniors who were in the same state as mine. Without looking either ways and my head pointing the road I started my journey into the wild. I was internally chanting prayers to all the Gods that ever existed just to finish off with these nerve shattering moments. Just then something hit me hard on my back, my heart sank into delusions as to what could it be and when I was about to turn I was hit by a tiny stone again and i was being called by a junior(It was the ID TAG that made me believe that he was of my genre), seeing whom I was relieved to the core. He was my classmate Riddick (name changed for privacy issues). I was delighted upon seeing him, so much delighted infact that I started hugging him. People around me were perplexed at my behavior and started giving me weird glances as to why I was doing all this shit filled sentimental overdose of Indian daily soap, but I was unaware of what was happening around me and was being happy for I found a company in that chaotic quest for crossing the DABBA.

Even before I could come out of my happiness of finding a companion to walk with, I was surrounded by 4 grizzly looking godforsaken hillbilly goliats. I could only imagine hyenas surrounding a torn carcass ready to rip it into pieces. They called themselves the EIE seniors. In my entire life of 20 years, I have never seen anyone so scornful, so dangerous whose eyes meant death, whose words spoke of the things that let alone me, no man would have ever heard of and their sole mission of that day was to find juniors and rag them until they could digest all the shit they ate at that dubious DABBA. I will never forget that incident in my entire lifetime.

Now I had two options infront of me. One was to stand infront of them and get ragged Or start running so hard that I would have to break the bolt's record of the fastest athelete to escape from this embarrassing situation. Either way I was at a loss, as I was outnumbered and outpaced from every angle as they seemed to be well built and muscular. I didn't dare choose the second option as it would only make it more easier for them to rip me apart. So I stood there like a brave heart waiting for the incarceration.

END OF DAY 2

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)