magical bansal days

Disclaimer: being a newbee of the blogging world i dunno how long a blog generally is...read on till ur patience quavers , u may finish ur read the nxt tym u log in bt heyy please don’t ask me to stop..coz i just thought of sharing my bansal days with u...n now as i write this my hand quakes and its a flood of memories in my mind now and i dunno how i gonna rest my quill again..

Magical days of bansal



28th april 2007 marks the beginning of my kota days.. Cutting across 1400 kms from my home we had finally reached kota by late night . dad had already booked a room for us n while we were on our way to the hotel , our car crossed “it”-the hallowed portals of bansal classes; the building is visible from the highway ..and u know what such was the emotional toll of that moment that my mom had asked me to bow down with joint palms as in a prayer ,”this is the temple where you gonna learn it all honey”, mom had said...





Brief overview:

Bansal is a confluence of the best brains of the nation –its a place where u meet the best students and the best teachers ; and in a a perfect ambience as well,, as playing hosts to huge downpour of students year in and year out is now a part of the city culture; every home rents out rooms to around 4 or 5 students there!!!!(dizzing na??...just imagine “every”..yeah almost “every” house in a city hosting paying guests!!!)



LIFE IN BANSAL

In my first year of kota, i stayed right opposite the classes’s building. In less than a month mom had landed up in a very convenient job (yeah..i stayed wid my mom )...she got appointed as the consulting doctor at the clinic that bansal classes provide for medical help to students. Her clinic was in the basement of the classes which meant that even she had to take only a bare few steps to her workplace......

In my two years of life there, i wobbled through a lots of thicks and thins, learning (apart from a whole battalion of formulae and theories) patience, hope and humility on my way. I learnt to keep my confidence upright even when my results used to scream out for the opposite, n of yeah i had mastered the art of sobbing hard without waking up my mom sleeping ryt nxt to me ( an art that still comes in handy ...my roomy has peaceful sleeps (with u-guess-what happy dreams) u see)....

During my stay there i also met a whole lot of awesome people(its a real humbling experience to be a part of A1 batch...coz every moment ur fellow batchmates give a live demo of the zenith of fodugiri)...n ofcourse made great friends wid a few of them...soniya and harshita- my best friends there..apart from them ...my list of friends run down to(just mentioning a few of them here) neha- my PGmate in 11th, Puja –the maggu maximus senior, and my own great batchies- the phodu trio of priyanka, shweta and sakshi, then there was surbhi and sunaina as well...sunaina n me came by the same auto to gaurav towers(thats the awsum maxx new building of the classes)

TEACHERS:

At the sumit of this coaching class factory we have got Bansal sir himself- although the cruel fate has given him progressive muscular dystrophy( dats wat vidya balan had in guru) , this man has risen above all storms that life threw at him....he personifies extreme success and courage,,,n ofcourse he is the live encyclopedia of maths for sure

Bansal in my tym had a line up of some of the finest coaching gurus – we had Ninja(NJ sir) and AG sir for physics , sodium(NA sir) for physical, SR sir and MSC sir for organic, VKJ sir for inorganic...n in my early 11th we had Bissa sir( seeing him i just repented being born so late u know...sadly...i was just too young for him!!!)

I still remember SR sir’s jokes and his friendly vibes at NA sir( how much we laughed at his jokes)...NA sir’s gazals n VKJ sir ‘s dig @ kishore kumar’s songs, NJ sir xplaining all of the physics whilst sitting at the end of the board and how he taught us all of the physics baithe –baithe hi..his much-loved videos, AG sir’s demeaning of girls(in his opinion, physics is nt a girl’s domain and he made sure to impress upon this opinion atleast five times a day)...none the less how cheshta-the –brave used to confront and friendly argue with him

The dedication of the teachers was unnerving...baap re....how efficiently they taught us, how subtly they cracked jokes, how much they encouraged us....

They had all demystified this jee mystery perfectly....u know what if u ask me, its wrong for the jee examiners to feel that coaching saps out the originality of thoughts teaching the students tricks instead....well yes,may be they do mark the road for us to walk on....bt walking- we have to do that on our own!!....n just try solving SR sir’s DPPs by rote-tricks only....congos,.u gonna fail with a big zero!!!

PLACES:

Gayatri book depo,iit book depo, n jain stationers:

The famous bookstores of vigyan nagar( the colony of bansals)-freaky bookoholic that i was meant that i landed up in either of these places atleast once a fortnyt!!!

Naturals: a cool resto to hang out

Jai shiv bekary:

My birthday cake came from there....i was quite a regular at this place

Om cine plex:

After every exam in twelfth, i was sure to be seen here

Apart from them there was a kachori mart whose name i don’t recollect now, a shop that served hot masala dudh (its name forgotten as well) that i frequented a lot

Gumanpura:

Had had a few shoping sprees in there

Chambal garden and dam:

I dunno what made these places famous bt they being tourist places, i had once landed up there post exam

And and and......following are the places with a million memories each:

Old building bansal classes( both its A and B blocks)

Gaurav towers: its a breathtakingly beautiful seven floored structure-thats the current new location of bansal

Gaurav tower canteen- a place where i spent all of my breaks in the last few days when we had three classes a day

2 bha 3- my PG in my first year

1 tha 3- my second year PG

THE RIGOROUS ROUTINE:

My routine like most of my fellow maggus was quite rigorous. Studying for around 12 hours a day, solving hundreds of questions and going through almost every book ever mentioned was how my days passed. But one thing that i failed at miserably was curtailing my sleep-7 to eight hours was my lower limit( listning to infy tane from my mom for that was also a part of my routine!!!

SPEED FREAK:

As the jee bug started hitting me more and more madly, i started showing madder and madder signs- i had plastered my wall with formulae( so that even if i just casually looked around whilst solving anything, my eyes still fell on some or the other formulae)

I also developed an intense passion for speed ....i loved answering maths problems before anyone else in the class ....i frequently finished my maths DPPs in half the stipulated time.....the climax was my JEE where in both papers i had attempted more than 80% questions in 1 and a half hour!!!!( i was almost lukkha for remaining half time in both papers)

INFINITE SILLY MISTAKES:

N now ....u reading my real life nightmares: it was for the first time in my life that i had ever encountered them..i don’t know how and why but i managed scoring atleast a 100 marks below my expected marks thanks to this new ailness of mine ....i tried every cure i cud concot....bt i continue suffering from this dreadful disease even now....

My first confrontation :

It was d second test at bansal of 11th..n nxt day was my mom’s birthday....i had made it in my heart to gift her wid a grand result ....studying hard i appeared for my test,,,,,i came back jumping with joy as i had solved every q in the paper and had expected full...dream-come-true i thought....n then that evening i went to check the solutios displayed at the noticeboard---n d memory still floats an iceberg in my stomach----i had managed a 92nd position in that test!!!!....untill then i never knew that i could do silly mistakes, i was totally unprepared for it...mom’s birthday ruined, it was a numb shock- as if i had been diagnosed with cancer!!!

The grief and shock of that incident never left me...i really never managed to come out of the viscous cycle of silly mistakes....i tried my full strength...bt as the saying goes man proposes; god disposes ....i dunno if its fair to balme heaven, may be the fault was always mine, may be i should have learnt to control my speed , n may be this and may be that...bt whatever ...it was infy painful to see my efforts going in vain....no i was no despo, no there was no parental pressure, no wrong part at all that i could spot and clear....but neways, now i cannot re-live my past and rectify my faults if any ...

DISASTROUS RESULTS:

I had infy bad results, exam in and exam out....n it was all new for me

I daresay i would have lost my mind if not for my mom and my dad – they really knew how to handle me, how to console me....

MAMMA DEVELOPS PROBLEM IN HER KNEES:

To cap all this, mamma started feeling intense pain in her knees....some physiotherapy once in a while did help bt it was more like a painkiller that gave her temporary relief.....

MY BANSAL STINT TALE IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT THIS:

My crush- hmmmmmm....yeah ryt since the first time i ever saw him

N i wont dwell into any details of his or any fellow bansalite may guess....n poor guy, perhaps he is totally unawares of all this ............................................





PS: hmm....chalo lets spare u and end this blog finally..afterall its quarter to four in the night(morning i shud say) n i gonna sleep now or else i shall fall asleep ryt through all my lectures tomorrow....

N if u have red it all in one go, i shud say – u hav real stamina dude!!!...

Chalo bye for now ...meet u soon ( or i sud say bore u soon haan???)........................

she makes my world go round-roomy dearest :-)

i am back!!..n as promised i gonna tell u abt my roomy dearest :-)

so here i go- my roomie aka miss 1 upon masuum-she is a one crazy gal...this innocent looking bt infact 1 upon masuum (lol) girl loves to live life to the fullest, living 60 secs every min!!.. u know what..the world's nt grey bt either dark black or pure white for this missy..i mean eithr she loves few stuffs like hell or hates a few others just as much....for eg.red roses(read between the lines!!), babies, rains, teddy, her kid sis, to name just a few, can make her leap with joy at their slightest mention,,,and on her hate list are mosquitoes ("arrey darwaza laga do yaar, machhar aa jayenge" is her fav maxx quotation!!),mess food, bombay locals( heyy..local trains and nt local ppl okk??)..her music collection is one of the weirdest i have ever seen..jal(can u belive it!!...jal)makes her crazy, raghav sachar and some really weired artists and songs are litteraly worshipped in my room( dont tell me u lyk them as well!!!)
apart from all this....there's this one more big thing....that she loves me and i love her back so much as well..i am almost an adopted child in my room...yO dear...u really make my world go round!!!

4 idiots

400kms away from my home lies my second home; room no 222, hostel 10, IIT Bombay..and a third home in 217....thats where two of my best friends -miss fragli and miss enthu stay. Completing the crazy foursome is the drop-dead-gorgeous, dear miss buttercup the next door neighbour of 217mates.

Now, we 4 are 1 of our own kind, each more weirder than the other and in this blog let me give you a brief introduction to each of us four..n in the next blog i shall tell u about my another sweet friend – my roomy aka miss 1upon massum bt first lets start with the crazy 4some

1st idiot: me me me- now dats easy.....if u know an 18 yr old girl who still loves kindergarten stuffs lyk barbies n fairytales...den may b u r talking of me!!! ..bt 18yrs of lyf has taken its toll n i can as well be spotted doing some mundane earthly stuffs passionately 2.....newspaper reading 4 eg..n i am also a little bookworm kind of ...my other passions include music, googling and music ,talking over phone (i call mom 5 times a day) and music and.......neways keep reading my blogs to know more about me........

2nd idiot: miss fragli- hermoine of the muggle world, miss fragli happily loves to disappear behind her
computer( disappearing behind books is old fashioned). Thanks to her awsum sense of humour and timely cracked infinite jokes , me and miss fragli are often spotted laughing till teardrops start to leak out of our eyes. Her other intresets include music, star gazing ( she cracked open the astronomy Olympiad) , and thinking of some weired circuit problems .this girl is infinite mature, her world view perfect , just like the the hermoine of JK rowling

3rd idiot: miss enthu- rightly as her nickname suggests this girl is enthu about infinite number of stuffs under the sun; though nothing and i daresay no one can compete with her enthusiasm about her first love- physics. This mad physicist can be spotted attending second year physics courses and blabbering some high end stuff like higgs boson and qubit (don’t ask me what they are,i have no clue of them)!! The endless list of her field of expertise include , to name a few, solving crazy circuits and tech in general, cooking, bargaining...she is awsome at practical stuffs like driving, travelling alone etc, etc,etc...and oh yes, not to mention her high ethics and social concerns ...i guess only miss fragli can compete and share that....

4th idiot: miss buttercup- she is the miss world in waiting. And if I had any anology for her to the rowling fantasy league- that would be serius black....awsum maxx brains and beauty...she is just as cool as mr.black....1 of those rare class toppers who are not at the mercy of long and listless slooging over the books (and laptops!!!)....miss buttercup loves butter and ofcourse she is a supergirl for sure- so that justifies her name!!!....her other passions include guitar and sinth( she rocks with her sinth), shopping and exploring newer and newer places for shopping and watching movies( 2 in a day is routine)......

Oh yes....forgot to justify the name miss fragli of our dear 2nd idiot- sometime last week she complained of groaning bones and we called her fragile limbs aka miss fragli...

Keep watching this space....i will soon return to share my life with you.....and heyy i haven’t told you abt my roomy yet.....she is the craziest of my buddies!!!!

1 of my poems

wid shattered dreams
n broken heart
i watched my world
all fall apart

wid teary eyes
n shaken soul
i saw d ball
miss d goal

bereft of hope
d lyf drove on
yet its mundane pace
dragged me along

n soon my lyf
cured all my ails
as wid tym
i lost my wails

lyf,it 2k my hand
n swirled
on gentle chimes,
it changed my world

lyf's myriad hues
now all past me
as i sit alone n reflect back
i cry n cry
i dunno why
n looking ahead,
let go a sigh...........


**1 of my own poems [:)]

silent tears stiil roll down my eyes...

he was like a fairy man straight out of a fairytale.
last summer, i had hit upon the darkest phase of my life. all of my hope and dreams had been brutually murdered at the hands of destiny.....And then,out of the blues,Heavens suddenly showered mercy...healing my wounds in his form.
he was a lean,tall guy, had a dark complexion and had big eyes twinkling with a careless mirth.My fairyman was rich, briliant and perfect at every skill under the sun,yet he was so humble, so down to earth...........
but my fairytale was short lived. destiny's old habit to play foul returned and in a stroke of misfortune, there was no fairyman by my side.
dreadfully alone, scarred and broken i continue to wade through life's pathways....yes, life's no more as cruel as it was last summer,....but mundane earthly happiness fail to recreate his magic...time continues to fly by relentlessly...his departure continues to move depeer into the history of time... but silent tears still roll down my eyes.....

rainbow life

Heaven’s scripting a rainbow life for me....first my brother’s wedding and then my grandpa’s sudden death, a downpour of happiness and grief within a span of a fortnight...
Adding on the myriad hues to my life were my midsems, hostel elections, midsem results, my first application to a job( summer interns) and ofcourse that unbearable break up from my fairy man, happening to me like a slideshow ....away from my home, away from the cozy hug of my mom...
My life has suddenly become enthusiastic in playing some kind of a game with me.. bestowing and snatching away buckets of joy to me at a mind boggling rate..reflecting back though i would like to thank God for some undynamic factors ,,,my friends and my family, who beared with me through all of my cyclic and periodic mood oscillations , .....i dunno what i would have done without them.........................