Am I IN"DORE" or OUTDOOR......

...yaar main soch raha hoon ki secy ke liye khada ho jaoon .......then silence prevailed for few seconds...( and i am not used to this type of silence usually people used to jump in situations like these) .....one voice came up who was known for his pranks throught the campus, "haan haan khada hoja ...magar kis keliye...dnt u think abhi late hochuka hain"......i also knew that it was a bit late, but one thought always troubled me "will i pass out of this campus without indulging mi self in the BIG "P" word....naaaah the answer came out frm within. but at this new place i always didnt feel that comfortable, somehow i felt out of place .....may be the high level of** professionalism** in the air mite be the reason. loneliness was the new word, but somehow after many rounds of introspections i thought "change is inevitable and adjusting to that change is the key"......and i can tell u am still trying for the larger good.

And coming to the elections any chances of me indulging in "regionalism" to garner some votes were also not going to bear any fruits ( for obvious reasons). it was two days away from the elections, then during one of our usual long walks to dinner, i reluctantly asked them (one the prankstar and one the grand old man of our group ( nothing to do with his age but the receding hairline i guess is to be blamed for it.) for help in going around the campus for the so called campaigning and to mi surprise they were more than willing and started chalking out the strategy " abey tu pehle batata thaa main tuje aur sections main mere jaan kaar sabse mila letha abhi bhi kuch nahin chal chalthein hain kal".....one by one the friends trickled in and suddenly there were handful of people who had become the support system which i felt was non existent in the first place. then what ...something changed i guess the old iitd days were back ...i started on a high note i was determined to go down fighting and started roaming around the campus and while interacting with people of all shapes and sizes " haan zaroor vote dalenge" reverberated the corridors, i knew that most of them were lying but now more than the result i was enjoying the process to the fullest mi two friends ...my god u should have seen them were masters at catching the attention of the opposite person the way they interacted with the people around walking tirelessly with me, i was doomed to lose ( dooomed i guess is nt a good word bt had to use) , i was the underdog who would put their money on a losing horse , but the way mi small group supported me chalking out strategies giving me tips how to talk, i felt like a first yearite back at IIT D ...heheh given pep talks constantly by the seniors....and wat more the result i had given the other tough fight and could have easily won if the so called section mates and hostel mates had stood by their words and here i stood wondering on the nite of the elections after the results was my new worrld of friendship here starting to form ......may be ...may be not but there were surely some "NON-VERBAL CUES"......