Digging up the past

the season is changing, you can feel the breeze, see the leaves dry. it reminds me the sweet and sour memories of my life at mcsp. for long long time i had a plan to start a web site about mcsp. i even registered a web address but i had been a little inexperienced i couldn't start the web site. but now a days i write blogs more or less regularly. so i thought why not start a blog about mcsp. so when i walking down the road, heading towards my home after coaching at Dipak sir early winter breeze blew off the dust over my old memories. even though i have an exam tomorrow, i will be narrating few of my stories to you today and this will continue until you get the whole picture.

i still remember those chilly days when we had to wake up really early, and jog and exercise(kind of) for about an hour with only in a half shirt and half pant. then again rush to your dorm, bathe in cold water and race for the dining hall when you can barely see 10 feet in front of you at best. then after the class lunch, and a little rest. before you know you are asleep word boys jerk you out of bed for games fall-in (standing in a special formation). an hour of games you are more or less at your own. as I'm not an athlete, most of the time i walked far end of our campass (our campass is really big.) after a cup of tea we would find our self walking towards our class room once again. chatting signing whistling with friends, acting out how stupidly a particular sir took our class (demo).at mid night when i reached the bed i sometimes felt too tired to open my uniform even.

but after 2 years, i stand at a different environment and what i think? not bad, not bad at all. i feel proud.