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SJPU(ke)- uno

Studying the CBSE syllabus has it's perks. You're already familiar with half the 1st PU portions. You can boast about having read Wordsworth and Coleridge and that guy who wrote Road Not Taken.
The downside is that the results arrive about a month after the state board results. And that means getting an admission into a PU college becomes a massive pain in the ass. Each college plays by it's own rules-

"sorry sir, friday was the last date to apply. you should've furnished a letter earlier, stating that you are from cbse"- and you should've told that to me when i paid you a hundred bucks for that admission form. Why, i could've just thrown my hundred bucks into the dustbin last week itself, no?

"you better join 11th standard, and continue in cbse"- why, is your college too dumb for me?

"sorry, there are a hundred students in a class already"- and you think one more is gonna make a difference?

So at this point, i had to make do with what ever college i could get into. And the only college that was available was SJPUC (for the record, i don't come with a 'josephite' tag. i only studied there, that's all). With a history that spans over a hundred and twenty five years. A huge campus located right in the middle of the city. Multipe pubs and booze joints in a radius of just under a kilometer from the campus. Of course i only realized all this after i joined the college. It was not until the first day of college that i realized another painful truth- SJPUC is an all boys college.
(superimpose stock footage of sea waves crashing into the rocks, volcano erupting violently)
After that, two years went by slower than a dead snail crawling on marmalade.
(WARNING! On spot bad poetry)
Smitha and Latha had no idea what they were doing/
Jayanna had neat handwriting/
Sudhindra was mute/
and no one was cute.

Except Renuka Zacharia (If you think Vahidunissa was better, then we'll have to settle this at DTP). RZ was the one who interviewed me when i went there for my admissions. I still remember how it went-

RZ: So, why SJPUC?

Me: Because it is one of the best colleges...

RZ: Who told you it is the best college?! (that was my first clue. I should've beat it when i had the chance *sigh*)

She then continued to ask me about where i live and what my hobbies are yada yada yada...

I was called into the principal's chamber when my turn came. It was the vice princie's chamber actually. And behind the small table, covered in a green table cloth, sat three people- Rev. Fr. Whatshisname, pastor (?) of sjpuc, a balding guy with exactly four strands of grey hair sticking out on the sides of his head. Principal. Rev. Fr. Melvin Mendonca (it's pronounced MendonZA, as in 1- 1 za 1, 1- 2 za 2 etc), a little over 5 feet, meticulously trimmed french beard and brown eyes. Easy there ladies, it's not the sexy kind. And Vice Principal Albert Antony, who is THE most bad ass teacher i've ever come across. I'd go through PUC once again just to sit through this guys lectures.

They spoke of what the college stands for, about the fees, about discipline, about the fees, about the dress code and about the fees.
Once the fees was paid and I was in, that's when everything changed for the worse...

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