The romance

Horrible feeling falling in love is, You wanna tell her everything you are feeling, but you know it will only mess it up. she is constantly on your mind like the annoying song you can't get outta your head. The feeling that she isn't bothered, the feeling of chasing a lost cause. you try to forget abt her telling your self you r being silly, you try to convince yourself that it's just a passing phase. you want her to give you tiny bits of details abt how she is feeling. You lose the ability to be your self, you have a plan and you keep messing it up. The feeling that with every attempts you to try to bring her closer you are pushing her away, you know your r jus gonna fail. Then there is the fight between what is rite and what you want, the guilt of trying and the guilt of not, you want her to feel something then what is the point you might as well fuck it and move on.

I wanna b a writer

I wanna b a writer,
sail the seven seas,
I wanna work untiring,
Why not rear bees,
I Wanna save the world,
Plant some tall trees,
I wanna learn to sculpt,
Somewhere stay and teach,
I wanna build a hut,
Along the salty beach,
I wanna buy a submarine,
Record dolphins screech,
I wanna Learn to cook,
Build an empire of cheese,
Become a rebel
And fight corporate leech,
I wanna may be, be a doctor,
Unreached I shall reach,
I wanna die drinking,
Or die for what I preach,
I would lose it all, all my dreams,
For Someone I hardly know,
Who knows nothing of me,
You come first, I don't kno why,
This defies logic but So does life.

Motivation 2

Moving south on a windy day,
Dangers mouth swirling astray,
My will is strong I will not go down,
Got to brighten my thoughts till I reach my town,
May be I am flying to my death,
But i have no time to take a deep breath,
Many are the hurdles that I need to face,
I will pass them all for I have a dream to chase,
Dodging the strom like a wiskersized grass,
And come unscratched like a silvered glass,
Bruises and cuts may spoil my day,
But I would pocket the glory-my pay.

Beetle babe

Why ragging is essential

1) confidence- we need to ragg the juniors to feel that we are better because being a nobody sucks, the idea of the pseudo respect is morale boosting.

2) supremacy- We don't have enough separatist ideologies in colleges, the casteism, classism are ignored entities in colleges so we need this to feel supervisor, to be able look down.

3) We loved it- Because we loved it when we were insulted, abused, used a slaves.

4) Ritual- It is a very amusing ritual passed along through time, we should not ignore it just because it can be fatal at times, even bikes kill doesn't mean we stop riding.

5) Alpha- Male- Being a bully is the best way to attract the opposite sex, see lions, hippos, walrus, aggression is a very primitive instinct, we have not completely evolved from apes just yet.

6- Free labour- We get free labour, being a slave for atleast a year is a very grounding experience it enlightens people.

The little visitor

Frustrated

Frustrated
It may look like u belong
Everything may seem alright
It all flows like a song
Cm on
don't you wanna fight
U don't know who put u down
Who brought you here
You just give it a crown
Cuz ur r feeble and u fear
So long
Has it been and still
Nothing ever seems clear
May be for a change
Stop, think and hear
Before u deny and choose
To live in fear.

Vali kodukum

Vali kodukum thamariae, Siru poruthu kelungal,
Ennai vaatum kanavugalin,
Thavaru enna koorungal,
Nilai marakum kanavugalae,
Uyir koduka varungal,
Thanai marandhu parithavikum,
Yesai yai kelungal,
Unai vatum aasai illai,
Idhyai maraka vazhitheriya villai,
Sila vartha pesi vara Oru ooubhayam koorungal,
Varthaigallum valu yezhakkum natpinaiyae sarthu irukum,
Kavaliyil kan thudaikum,
Anbirku edam irundhal- pirakum,
Um nilayinai matrungal.

Azagi

Azhagi endrane- UN aazagirku aani serka
vvarthai indri kuruginidrane
Aamirdham endrane- unsiripuku potiyaga
Aamirdham vandhal odhiki vaipen Aaruvi endrane-
UN aazhagirku yenai yana aarivu kandu aadhrichi yutrane
Kangal endrane-un kangalin oolikana
 Mooulagai suttri varuvene
Mounam endrane- un mudivu illa movnathil sikidondu sidhariponane
Vidai endrane- vidai kuri vali koduka maruthu
 mounathil alaikazhithai
Pournami kanda alaigalai pol tholai nindru
Un nilaooliyai rasithu kolvane.

The idea of love

Love has many forms,
Can present in many ways,
Can occur in the most unexpected movements,
Can conquer even the most stubborn minds.
              This is the story of my friend in college, he was a very simple person predictable, easily distracted, laid back and extremely introverted, never had the the need to keep friends, never found the right words to say, never made anyone feel special.
                He always wanted to get involved, he liked people but he had no idea how, he wasn't made to be social, but he had friends, he never felt like he deserved them.
                His life went through a series of loops, slips, ups and downs, lack of interests towards his course made it worse, he stared drinking alcohol just for the thrill of it, then smoked, he stared off alone in hiding then when he was busted he found that he shared a similar interest with his friends.
                  He found that alcohol made him more talkative, social, funny, and interesting. He thought that he was finally happy, to him these pleasures seemed like happiness he loved it.
                  He started drinking frequently, slowly at first but then it started increasing more and more, his life to him seemed like a movie.
                  He started drinking in the mornings, then everyday, there were days when he wished he would be always drunk, many of his friends could'nt keep up with him a very few did and soon he stared drinking alone again.
                  He soon started feeling a void without drinking, he felt he was an emotioless being without it, restless, he forgot that he had a word out side, there were people who loved and cared for him.
                 One day everyone in his class went to a trip, he went along too, he didn't drink that day it made him very anxious he was restless, powerless, he sat there mostly like a stone seeing everyone sing, laugh, dance he didn't want to he didn't care but he acted at least tried. Then he saw her, that girl, he had seen her before in a function last year, she was so beautiful, her smile so bewitching, he wanted to kno who she was the last time he saw her. He didn't even think about alcohol, he couldn't, all he could think of was her, he wasn't making plans on how to drink that evening, he was actually peaceful after a long time he didn't know how long.
                   But it all got over too soon then everyone moved separate ways, he was happy for two days, then he forgot how it felt being happy, he forgot her, he stared drinking again.
                    He occasionaly went to class, one of those days he saw her again and those feeling came back again he wanted to talk to her, but he was a mess, she would never talk back to him, she seemed like someone who was out of that world, too precious to be reached by someone like him.
                     One day he bought a whole bottle of wine he drank it, he was sitting there thinking about her, she suddenly called him, he was overwhelmed with joy he took the phone and talked to her, she said come and see me tomorrow, and he went to see her why do you keep looking at me that way, he said he had never seen a women so beautiful, she blushed but she was stern "I don't like you, don't disturb me again"
                   He came back to his room full of agony this tis not the first girl he had a crush and definitely not the first relationship he was trying to develop, but he knew she was the one, the one running after, the one worth dying for.
                   He called her every day and promised her his love and loyalty, begged, wrote poems for her, wrote essays describing how much he loved her, sent her scores of emails,  she usually just resisted his attumpts , but after months she started talking with him, she told him that she loved him. To him that was the happiest moment in his life, they started going out, they talked for hours on the phone, he didn't need anyone else, didn't care about anyone else.
                  She was his life, she once told him that she would die if he left her, he told her if he ever left her it would mean he is dead. He loved every thing about her her shy smile, the twinkle in her eyes, the way she shouts at him, the way she laughed, the nick names she called him, how she didn't want to meet his friends because she was too shy to meet them, how she kept awake for hours to read and he wld stay awake just to keep her company, talking with her the whole time on the phone. The life they planned, the dogs they wanted to have, the places they wanted to visit. She was the treasure his life. One day, during a conversation she told him she cannot leave her parents if they ever opposed to their love, he was furious he told her she should have thought about it before she started loving him. He was said he never wanted to see her again. She left crying.
                    One day a couple of securities and a few friends dragged him outside, he came on to the open his parents were waiting for him it had been months since he saw them, they looked at him and started crying, he was puzzled why are they crying, his father hit him many times and pulled him inside the car. He didn't understand what was happening he knew they were over reacting, bringing him home like that, he was may be a little drunk but it was just alcohol everone drinks it.
                   He was restless he couldn't talk to her, he tried calling her she didn't pick up the phone, he called his friends, none of them picked up, his parents gave him food he ate it, they looked at him and started crying again, 4 days went by he didn't talk to anyone no one talked to him, she wasn't picking up his phone either. On the fifth day his parents came to him and said if you ever drink again we will die, why do you think we see you waste your life drinking, please stop this we are begging you. They started crying he stared crying with them, he couldnt see them that way. So he decided to stop no matter what. He wanted to talk to her say sorry but she never picked up the phone, she was angry with him too.
                  He went back to his college, started going to classes, slowly started talking with his friends, they were relieved to see he was back, months passed he was a very regular student now but he couldn't forget her, he called every day but the call never went through.
                   One day he saw her, he ran towards her and shouted her name buy she didn't even show  a hint of recognition, he didn't recognise too, she was the same person but he felt like he didn't know her. He said sorry and came back she smiled and moved away.
                     He asked his friends about her, his lover they didn't even know she existed he they told him he never even came out of his house, he was anxious, troubled, he looked at her number on the cell phone, "000000000" there were 10 0's.
                     He was struck with fear, what was happening, all those calls, those movements, the love, the places he visited they were still in his memory. But now they were more like a dream than reality, he started visiting all those place he didn't recognise many of them they looked a lot different than he remembered.
               He was going mad he was confused, he felt he was alone, he had to drink again, so he did hoping she comes back, she never came back, he wouldn't stop until she does. 
                    

Love at its brim

Beware, these words can never
Say, the feelings that keeps
Haunting, from the very air you
Breath, to the shadow you seldom
Noticed, make your heart go deeply
Sinking, nights that seemed eere are
Heaven, days streaching, everlasting
Exhausting, connections made from
Randoms, rap songs turn in to
Blues, fears and hopes keep you
Hooked, mind betrayed, logic seems like
Treason, your world keep shaping around
Her, slowly yet abrupt with forces
Enforcing, fatasy turns to horror for this war Is only ment  for loosing.

Motivation

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
Twirl, even when your mind makes no
sense of what you see.
Sleep, even when you're afraid of what
the dreams might bring.
Because what you fear might not be true, Can never hurt you,  Is probably more frightned than you.
Fear makes you deluded it makes the most harmless acts look treacherous
Most kindest acts look cunning.

Dating tips for introverts

                First we deal with  the "who" part, you choose a girl who you don't even know, you have never talked to and have no way of talking to, definitely don't know how to, you like her for reasons you can't particularly pin point yet you know she is the one and you are completely sure about it. You also know she is supposedly very religious and you are completely the opposite and yours is the kinda profile her religion wants their girls to stay away from but you decide "love trumps all, what the heck, I am gonna try".
             Then moving on to the wooing part, first thing you do is get drunk and anonymously post on the college page that you love her, and you use the word awesome to describe her and you are not 15. Then you forget about the whole thing for months.
               Your exams start, and you know now is the best time to start trying to win her over, you use all your literary prowess and conjure up a very moving message on how you have fallen in love with her, you think you sound incredibly romantic and funny,  "who wouldn't fall for your charms, she would reply back something, and you two will start chatting and soon find an awesome rapport and you two are an item now, you have the girl of your dreams" but that thought process blows away in to dust as soon as you realise that she is not going to reply back. The thought that she didn't even know who you were done not even occur to you, even you don't know everyone in your class.
               Then you describe your love to her using the skill that you have gained all through the years reading cinderella, snow white to very recent princess barbie, now that outta fix her up and move her to the very point of melting and in movements she will fall in to your hands, but she is a stone, she doesn't move, who does that?, you have sent her two long messages and she doesn't love you back yet, how could she be so cruel. During the process you don't even read for your exams because "she" who doesn't even want to speak to you, who might not not even know you actually exist, who you hardly know, is more important than passing that year.
                Then your mind starts to wander you realise she might have been scared because your cindrella story some how has a huge resemblance to almost all serial killer stories, so you are worried, you then send her an other message apologing for being such an insensitive prick, but you use very choosey words  which seem like they are right outta of eminem songs.
              No reply's again, but how would something happen in a day you have to try for it, try hard and you have to be passionate, so convince yourself you are very serious, and you resort to the oldest trick in the book "poems" but you want it to be funny like when people sent poems in the movies
          Violets are purple,
          Roses are red,
          Nothing rhymes with purple,
          I am so dead.
        But you cannot do that you are actually good at this thing so you write an actually good poem, which makes it very akward and does not in any way help the situation.
                You have learned your lesson, you know you have messed up big time, but you cannot stop now not when she is just about to speak with you, so you keep sending her messages, then you look up to the ever reliable maths for help, so u send her a message talking about possiblities, probablities, and give her multiple choices, she replies back saying she is not interested which was one of the choices by the way and she says never text me again, you decide to stop but she just started talking to you.
                  So you make a cartoon video because you are innovative, and she said never to text her and you looked up texts on the dictionary which is means word, and ask her for tips to impress her, she blocks you, that was un called for.
                Then your vacation ends and it's time to face the music, you get all scared and paranoid because you know what you did is silly and stupid as you mentally prepare your self to laugh, and laughed at, at all cost. You avoid all conversation regarding the matter, you fear that pursuing would be considered as aggression, and persistentance would be considered insanity, you have only confided in a couple of very trusted people about it, they were the cause of all this mishap in the first place.
                You stare at her in class because that is what people do in movies, eye contact supposedly has magical effects. Then you start showing up in places to see her, just to make your presence felt, you try to loop her in to conversations by debating her faith in mysterious ways possible i.e through whatsapp statuses, by distrpting public events and making them a laughter riot, messaging in all the groups she is in.
                 You start reading psychology to some how understand her find out what she is thinking, but that doesn't work so then you concentrate on people who are close to her try to read them by how they react when they see you because supposedly "your love story is all they  care about and they have no life of their own" but you get nowhere. You then somehow see this status on her app and think she is ready to fall in love because that status denotes love in your language, but the idea that it might be a coincidence is pessimism and you're sure that she is finally in love so you hack your friend's (because she blocked all your accounts)  account and send her a text enquiring, she doesn't even know what you are talking about but you double checked it, she changed her statuses again, now you are starting to question your sanity.
                You send her a couple of more messages form different accounts asking her to be friends after sending all those incredibly cheesy, odd messages, who wouldn't be wanna friends with the odd guy who keeps proposing to her, she blocks all of them,  then you resort to facebook, you decide that if she knows  what ever you are thinking she will fall in love with you because you are Einstein of India and your thought are highly moving and may be she will think she knows you from all those exaggerated messages, and you tell her how you cannot stop thinking about her and how you wanna look at her photos because that is what women want to hear a creepy staker's self portrayal.
    You have tried the following steps
               1) confusion-confuse her in to talking to you
               2)constant disturbance- try  and send her enormous number of messages until she finally decides to say "what is your problem why won't you leave me alone" then you become the smooth talker and sweep her.
                 3)crazy- make her think you are going crazy because of her
                 4) sentimental blackmail- make her think you are an emotional wreck without her.
                  Though  you didn't do any of these things "deliberately", you don't want her to think you are plainly stupid or actually sensitive, so you don't mind saying you are crooked.      
                     Finally as nothing works you send in your friends one of them succeed in talking to her, but it doesn't seem to be very fruitfull, all those conditions all those mature talk it doesn't work for you.
                    Then you find out she has her birthday coming soon so you start planning to sweep her off her feet. You plan a very cheesy birthday celebration bringing kids from the orphanage, and giving her flowers, and cutting her a cake, you make some calls find an orphanage that will send in kids for a check up in the hospital, and then stay for the birthday surprise a little later, But she has her exams on the day you don't want her to get a restraining order, So you decide to give her a gift send it through a friend, it had to be original hand made because you are cheap, you try carving something outta of a marble stone dosen't work, atleast pait her a picture of a guitar it didn't look like a billion dollars either. Finally it was too late you just sent her a happy birthday at 12 am and an akward picture saying happy birthday and tell her that she doesn't have to talk to you if she doesn't want to, she decides she doesn't want to.
                    You do all these things but never even try going and talking to her straight though she was in the same class the whole time, you were brave enough to sent these incredibly stupid very very very long messages but never brave enough to go and talk to her, because you think she might think you are a jerk of all the things she might have thought of you jerk is not bad. It would also make the whole thing very serious, very real, that would mean you actually tried real hard to make someone like you and you failed, and that would also mean you would have to shrug outta of this and move on eventually. If she even decides to talk to you, you have no idea how to maintain such a relationship or how to walk through the process of developing actual feeling of attachment, love, care, dependecy. The idea of the whole thing being real scares you more than it not bein real.
                  So you write a story and send it to her hoping she understands that you're actually cool, but situation has made you look like an stupid, emotional wreck. You are just an introvert who had no idea of how to make the whole process smooth. May be love at fist sight is not for us.

The trip

             It was festival time, a big cultural event takes place here in our college every November,  "Sundance" is the best kind of  festival, its not religious, does not involve relatives asking about your grades, it's both fun and colorful, and most importantly open to other colleges, so It pulls a massive amount of audience and participants every year which means beautiful women, exotic food, amazing experiences.
          
It happens for 5 days and  comprises of various sports and cultural activities so there is also the adrenaline factor pumping up energies to the next level.
               
The day before the cultural, people started coming in, banners where up, colored lights, decoration, stalls the whole place looked like a huge carnival. We had the whole week off to prepare for the event, me and my friends had big plans for Sundance. Actually not big, but it did involve alcohol and transforming in to the much needed support system aka the audience.
                   
That night I was called up by a friend who told me that the one of  college secretaries who were in charge of the event wanted to meet me. I went and saw the guy he told me "brother, we are in big trouble we ordered around 1000 t- shirts  they cannot deliver it someone has to go there and bring it here and it has to be done immediately, can you please go?". The only question I asked him after he made the request was, who will sponcer the trip?, he said the college will, I took the assignment in a heart beat because I needed some money to enjoy the event, I thought I could save up on the trip money, there is bound to be some excess.
                    
I asked a friend who loved trips to accompany me, he was more than happy to. We collected around 2000 rupees from the secretary, we got all geared up to go.
                    
We studied in Jawanpur collage of engineering and technology, we had to go Borkar which is a 11 hour journey by train, all we had to do was go get the parcel and return back. Tickets were around rs 250  per head.
           
We reached the railway station at 4.45 pm, actually we were dropped there by 'the' college car which usually carries only important people, it felt like we were royalty, we bought the tickets and jumped in to our compartments, it was around 5.10 pm when the train started jittering forward.
                    
That evening, we played cards, then a game of chess, I lost, ate from the canteen, and it was around 9.30 pm when we decided to sleep. I inflated an air pillow and took out a very cozy bed sheet, climbed on the ladder laid down on the top bunker, my buddy Vishal took the bunker on the opposite side. I set the alarm at around 2.30 am on my cellphone, to make sure we get up at least an hour before we reach the destination.
                    
I was in Mexico riding a bull when the bull started yelling "Wake up, wake up", and then it just without any warning pushed me down, I woke up to a in shock to a very grumpy looking Vishal kicking me, I soon got oriented to where I was, and enquired, "why are you waking me up so soon, the alarm hadn't even gone off yet", Vishal said " you fool, its 5am", I was a little confused " what do you mean 5", he said it is 5 am we missed our stop.
                   
"We were standing in the middle of platform no 4 in Haripur station, at least 150 km away from our destination, the next train that passes via Bokar was at 7 am, we will have to get back there immediate to be able to deliver the t-shirts in time, Vishal wanted to take a dump, my bowels started growling too. So we went to the station toilet we didn't bring any bags because we weren't planning on staying anywhere, just a cover for the underpants and t- shirts we hit it under one of the chairs and went to the toilet
                      
After both of us came out we went to the counter, at the counter I signaled Vishal to take the money out, as all our money was in his wallet, he dug in to his pocket, immediately had this anxious look on his face, he  checked them again, I wondered  if something was wrong,  he opened his bags and started checking them out, I got irritated "tell me what happened", he looked up and said "my wallet, it's gone". I looked at him surprised "How?, did you check your pockets properly, this is not the time to play games with me", he shook his head, I understood he was telling the truth.
                
I asked him  "Did you have it on you, when you got down" , he replied that he did,  so we traced our way back to platform  4, we couldn't find it anywhere, I kept drilling him with questions "did you remember keeping it somewhere?", "did you leave it in the train?", "did you have it on you when you went to the toilet?"etc. He couldn't remember, so we checked everywhere, even the toilets, but we never found it, how the money got lost is still an unsolved mystery.
               
I was really  mad, I acted like a child and kept complaining and abusing the whole time we were at the station. Fortunately we saw a  railway policeman walking by, asked him for help, he gave us a white paper and asked us to write down a complain letter, he was even kind enough to buy us some breakfast, after we had explained our disastrous state to him.
               
We couldn't just call our college and explain the situation, it was a matter of pride to us, and our parents were so far away, we would just be worrying them they couldn't have helped us either, he was our only hope.
                
The policeman said he can help us, and took us to a place where many trucks were parked, he told us to wait in a fixed spot, while he went around investigating, after ten minutes he bought with him a sardharji, he was more than 6 feet tall, bulky,  he asked us "did you boys need a ride to Bokar", we nodded, he gave us a wide grin.
                
The police man pulled us aside "he will take you Bokar, but you will have to find a way to get to you home town from there, be careful these lorry drivers can be tricky, and keep this money with you", giving us a 100 rupees note, we refused at first but he was persistent.
                 
At 8.30 we started to Bokar in the truck, people from the college have already called us a few times to inform us that they need the t- shirts fast, we told them we are on the way, they said if the t-shirts aren't there by tomorrow they might never be able to sell any of them.
                    
The truck could accompany only one person in the front, so Vishal sat in the back, we agreed, we would take turns. The truck after traveling for 20 minutes, stopped in a place, some sacks and boxes were loaded on to the truck.
                    
The Sardar was a really jolly fellow he sang, made jokes and kept me laughing the whole time, but I was being a little cautious, because the policeman told us to be. At 10.15 am we stopped near a tea stall, it seemed like it was the only shop around for miles.

When I  finally saw Vishal I realized I had forgotten to switch seats like I promised, I went closer to apologize to him, but he  looked a little disturbed.

The Sardhar asked us if we wanted tea Vishal refused before I could say anything, I was really hungry I would have liked a tea. Vishal grabbed me by my hand, and pulled me aside and muttered "we have to get away from here", I was a little confused, I asked him why, he signalled me to that we gave to further, we an some distance away " now, tell me what happened? "l enquired, he said there was sacs of drugs in the truck, I thought he must have gone crazy, but then he showed me his hands, on them were this white  powder.
                    "Are those drugs, it must be just salt or sugar?", he said "of course it is drugs, you don't think I know  the difference, touch it", I did, it didn't feel like it was salt, and it was too powdery to be sugar, "my father had told me about causes Like these where may truck drivers smuggle drugs use innocent passerby as decoy to make him seem legit, but if he gets caught with us in it we would be indicted  too". I knew Visual's father was a police officer  but his story did not convince me "Hey, we were referred to the truck by a police officer too, you are being unreasonable and delusional".

So I decided we were heading back, but we a saw a police officer getting in to the back of the truck, I froze why would a police offices he in to the back of the truck "see I was right" chipped in Visual in a scared tone "they are checking the the sacs, they must have been tipped off by someone,  we should get away before  they arrest us too", we instinctively started running.
                    
We hid in a old isolated temple a few miles away, we decided to hide there until the truck left, we went back to the shop after an hour to out is curiosity.
                       
The uncle in the tea shop called us" there you are boys, the poor Sardhar, was searching all over for you, but a policeman who we wanted a lift to town was getting impatient so he left". I felt like an idiot, I turned to look at Vishal, he started running, I started running behind the guy, I wasn't  going to let him get away with ruining the trip this time, but I fell, Vishal saw me fall down, came to help me up, but I pulled him closer and punched him in the face.
                     
We were 30 kilometers away from Bokar, and we had only a 100 rupees note with us, there was no sign of any buses running that way, and we haven't even eaten since yesterday, we stood there hopeless and in despair.

I looked at my phone I had received 4 missed calls one from my mother, 2 from my college, and 1 from my friend. I called my mother and said I was fine, I didn't want to alarm her  unnecessarily, then called the college people and told them we were on the way and we will get there soon, then I called my friend, I needed someone to whine about Vishal, I told him everything, he shouted over the phone "why are you so stupid" I stammered in surprise, "me but... but... Vishal", without letting me finish he added "don't you know I come from Bokar, my house is there I will call my father and ask him to help you, he will pick you up wait ". I said this sudden surge of serotonin, I was jumping with the phone in my hand "thank you, thank you so much", he finally said "next time you call me first" and hung up.
                     
Ravi's father came to our rescue, he picked us up, gave us food, and put us on the train to our college, he also ported the t- shirt bundles to the train, we we're indefinitely in debt for everything  he did to us that day.
                     
When we came back to our college it was 2 am, and it looked even better than we last saw it, with more colorful people and sweet music,  everyone was waiting for us in the reception, it felt like we were hero's again seeing so many people waiting for us in anticipation, they all came towards us, seized the parcel, started looking at the t- shirts to see if they measured up, examined their quality, counted their number, we waited patiently for them ask us about  the trip and give us a pat in the back, but a couple  of them smiled us and took off, the rest just walked behind  them, didn't even care to give us a second glance.