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???)........................