I had my class at 10 o'clock.I had planned the previous night that leaving my house at 8:30am would be enough for reaching college on time.The journey to the bus stand took 20mins and there I saw a neverending line for bus!I stood at the end of the line and heard some women grumbling on the irregularity of the bus service.A little later a bus arrived...."I would miss the last window seat",I said to myself.though it was raining quite heavily and I wouldn't be able to open the window,but i still wanted to sit on a window seat.I skiped my turn,and stood in the next bus' line,oblivious of the time.it was when i left my turn,i realised that it was 9:20am."I would be late",i mumbled,"but the window seat is worth it"..I pacified myself.
After about 10mins the next bus arrived.I was delighted to get my desired seat.I occupied my seat and took out my cell and started sending sms-s!I had wondered before what would I do for 45mins on my way to college....and the idea of sending sms-s seemed a good idea :D !
9:55am and still a long way to go.It was obvious I wouldn't reach on time.I started feeling guilty for leaving the first bus for a silly window seat!I called up one of my classmates to inquire if the class had started.Thankfully the class did not start yet but I learnt our HOD was going to take the first class.now that was a bad news.first day of my college and I was going to be terribly late in my first class.Silly thoughts began to criss cross my mind...."would our HOD mark me as a late comer in the coming 3yrs of my college life??after all first impression is the last impression"!!
10mins past 10...and I was standing infront of CU!another 6-7mins walk from here.I literally began to run,at the same time careful of not slipping ( I m very (in)famous for slipping and falling in the most unexpected situations :P ,and the wet road just increased the probability!!)....
I finally reached Baker's.As I began ascending the stairs....I was reminded of the story my biology sir had told me once...actually it was a true incident....it was on these stairs of Baker....where Netaji had slapped Oten,a white professor!As I was climbling,I started wondering if it was actually here where Netaji had actually stood and slapped him.I had no time to wait there and ponder more on the incident.I started walking fast through the corridor.
A man standing in the corridor asked me "first yr??"...I nodded nervously "yes"....he replied back,"class shuru hoygeche to.....".....i didnt wait there for him to end.....and his voice slowly faded away..."taratari jao.....sir rege jaaben....".....this only made me more nervous!
I was literally frightened when I knocked on the door,expecting a "good" scolding in front of the entire class!"how embarassing it is to get scolded on the first day ....infront of new class mates"...i wondered!I asked feebly if I could come in....From inside came a voice.."come in".....I looked at the entire class and then gave a glance at the professor standing infront of the projector screen...."take your place"..he said to me..
I looked for place in the dark....and sat in the last row of the gallery.the class ended after about half an hour.I had attended the first class of my college :)
