It was our first industrial trip cum a merry making trip. We are mineral engineering students who were taken to a mechanical engineering workshop as if we were to send to alien world where we were supposed to see how things for our world were made by them.
The whole mockery was started by our department only. They were so much confident of our laziness that they gave us the time two hours prior to what we were supposed to leave. Though they were stunned in their bed when we phoned them to tell that “we had reached the spot”. It doesn’t get over still though our bus was a fairly bigger one but the sitting space was shrieked. It made us realize that how we must have felt inside our mom waiting to be born. We were automatically divided in two groups. People on the front part had me and the rear part had happy guys who were playing cards and shouting comments without giving any pity to the teacher, they even smoked in the bus. I played losers game, better not to discuss. We finally reached the company through a locality crying loud for a complete facelift. The company guys gave us a warm welcome more than we expected. We realized how happy our parents must be the day we came out of our mom. The company looked a lot bigger than we were expecting, may be they made it look bigger to us. We gave a looks to how those big mills, crusher and classifiers were made. Our teacher looked like a small kid taking like a million seconds on every nail present over there. Well later he was confirmed a kid when he jumped to know that the company guys had arranged lunch for us. In the mean time guys were busy with their mean things and nerds were busy you know why and were? I kept myself away from all those photography sessions and gathering stuff as I am always from such things. After that we took our bus to more sort of a trip and we went to a dam which was not a part of our schedule but because of our department we made it possible. Again I kept my self away from much gathering .again our teacher made us realize that he is not pretending like a kid, he really is a kid. More or more it was a fine trip and yeah just a trip.
But it made me to realize that I like to live alone, and again the “ghost” from pushpendra past took over me. Whatever people may think of me “chutiya” or a looser whatever I don’t care I am what I am. I don’t want anyone to with me in that “chutiyapa” or whatever I don’t care for anyone and I don’t want anyone to care for me.
