How Could I part-1

                                HOW COULD I...    

 I never relish the taste of most interesting feeling called “Love” before I came to my engineering college. Everyone has dream to read in IITs and, I had too after being studious whole year but when results out I found myself in wretched condition. My whole life was ruined by the result , this is the case of trauma  . But the life is what you make it so I decided to move on. I scribble my mind with my body to my college , which is not petite as I think of it.
 College has collection of large building which includes libraries, lecture halls ,boys and girls hostel. And my best-loved place  the tree under which I have some respite after drowsy classes. As every college in India my college has also symptom of raging with which I suffered in first day of my college.
 I was walking in the thong of students thinking about home in rapt attention suddenly thong stopped  because someone squealed in delight ,I looked around  few of our seniors were standing in front of Royal Garden whit their grim faces waiting for fresher students to snatch the freedom and ruled over them. I felt vulnerable but condition went wretched when there eyes stuck on me. My legs start shivering but I hold my fist so hard to face them.
 One of them roar "you witless boy wearing jeans and shoe come here"  I looked  around frantically but they all wearing formal, I was only  a boy wearing jeans and shoe. There was no way to wriggle out of it and  I was not in any mood to relent so I  took few steps towards them, it like they found something for making filthy joke. They started throwing vexing questions ,who’s answer I really don’t know at that time.
Do you know about the dress code for the fresher students?? One of the senior asked in his frowns voice.
I looked at them sullenly and replied in low voice No I don’t ,this is my first day in college.
But my sullenly face didn’t turn them mushy .
Don’t try to give roots about your mistakes, this is your first time so we leave you , next time you will be responsible for your plight.

I walked leisurely towards my room thinking about the situation I have to confront in my college. I was totally forlorn , I felt cringe going through all this. After reaching the room I tried to draws some music to abating the jitters but the ambience was strangling me so I called my mom .My mom pick up the phone and she yelled out “why are you not calling me since you reached there”??
 I was busy in college and adjusting my stuffs maa , I replied softly knowing my mistake.
Ok how is your college today ??
Great maa it is better than I think of it ,I had some fun and I met new friends. But she understand the faint voice of me and started being anxious about me.
Are you alright beta ?? Your voice doesn’t seem alright .
It is due to fatigue, I wanted a respite I call you letter maa.
I hang up the phone call before I turned mushy on phone.
The college had to provide the dress to fresher students but they didn’t make it soon. So I had to  wear formal dress which I brought from nearest market and the bag given by the college in which the name of our college had written in bold letter, it was the  worst bag I had ever seen. I started going college with close-cropped hairstyle instructed by the seniors, formal dress without belt and formal black shoe, I looked totally reckless about my dressing sense but this was my destiny so I had  to accepted this.
The ambience was nuking me from inside , I felt strangle in  college. The condition went at ledge when all fresher were escorted to class. I was feeling like I am in jail with lots of bestial people having vexing rule . I was scrunched everyday by the raging of the seniors. The real smile never came to my face those days it was always smirk .

One day I got a phone call from my closest friend. Someone called me after a long time , he found my number from my home it feels like I am existing in the world  to be remember. I talked a lot with him ,we talked about our colleges, raging we suffered from , the fresher party which was about to come ,our apartment and food arrangement .I was burst out in a guffaw after a long time, I cherished to talked to him after having horrible day . But suddenly a question for which I was not ready at that time asked by him .
 Have you any girlfriend in college Arpit?? ,he chuckled
No I replied in low voice.
Then there must be someone you like "Haan", he muttered.

Her name strike in my mind abruptly ,her lovely fetching smile started revolving around ,I saw many glimpse of her in front of my eyes at eerily silent night.  
My senses back when he shrink  , Are you lost somewhere??


A feeble answer by me this is due to network problem bro. Smile changed into laugh. He managed to play prank on me. I hanged up after few minutes by saying good night to him…...

Attendance ****

               Attendance ***
There are figment everywhere in the college about the attendance. As I heard that you should have 75% attendance in every class. Why should I attend 75% class if I got nothing from it , and if there is any rule about the attendance  then why college published it during mid semester. Everybody knows that we really don’t pay much heed to our teachers, I don’t want to say that every teachers are coarse ,some of them are very veteran and they cared  about the ambience but some of them hauled their asses down college for money. I am not going to ranting about the college system or teachers but as I experienced when the semester started everyone start going to classes and they pay as much heed as possible but it seems so absurd to everyone if they are learned iota after spending whole day in college.
 Many of our senior from Civil Department went to Principle and told him that “Sir we do extra classes for Gate exam and other stuffs why would us come college everyday if we are not going to get the job from the college “
Our creep Principle said “I will exorcise everyone from my college if they don’t have attendance”.
I don’t know the purpose of college behind abruptly vexing rule for the attendance. I don’t know what they want to prove .  But this is getting tiring and frustrating for me to do every chores class.

Students ke Dard ko University Kya Jane
College K Riwajon ko Parents Kya Jane
Hoti hai Kitni Taqlif sara din class kerne  Main
Wo Taqlif attendance benane  Wala Kya Jane
…….



Friends

                                Chale jayenge magar yaaden…..

They all believe that I am more happy in my college than anywhere else , Yes I do because  I have most happiest moments with my buddies . When I was going to leave my home after holi my aunt said “looking happy Amit ,going to your own world” her sentence had enough strength to makes smile on my face .I felt ecstatic while I was on my way to college , I wondering about the fun we all going to have after a tidy and goad life at home. I flunked in my study  but I got enormous love and care from my loving friends ,I can’t imagine my life without them . I love to spat with my buddies  , I love to rankle them , I love to guffaw with them without any reason , I love to snuggle up at them , I love to relish the taste of weird food with them , I love to spent every single second  with them. We all are from different place and with different mind but we all have same soft heart . Whenever I woke up from my dream I feel crave for my previous days that we spent together  I wonder if I could back to first day of my college and do more fun with them. After coming together after holi we had a small party on the roof of Football Mess  ,we all taking about the hoil we had spent , but having them around I felt more pleasure than holi. Life is monotony without them ………..Love you all

Its my ‘ZUBI-DUBI’ blog 4 all IDIOT Friend of mine
2 whom I can say ‘Jane Nahi Denge Tujhe’.

I pray tum ‘UDTI PATANG’ ki tarah alwaz mast raho n hope dat I never have 2 say ‘Kahan gaya use dhundo’……………

Birthday(Loveday)

                   LOVE DAY(Birthday)
There is no definition of these four words ‘LOVE’.I think this is more complicated than any equation in the world, and somehow this equation applied perfectly to my friend ‘Manish’. He was going to celebrate his birthday on 27 February but his birthday turned out to be something called virtual ma****ge. Manish was not celebrating his birthday that day but he was celebrating his love for someone .I could see the torment in his heart for the one he loves .After rejected many times he never leave his feeling for her, his heart is attached with her in a way that the infinite rejections never breaks his shackles of love for her. He engrossed in her like rain drops in sea, he smitten in her love like a bee for a flower, he chose to committing   the crime of loving her relentlessly. I could see the glittering love in his eyes for her. He didn’t got the birthday wish from her but everybody repeating her name when he was going to put out the candles. His loving juniors created the poster for Manish in which name of both written in bold letters and the building was perfectly arrange with the lights and balloons. All this arrangement appeared drab for me because she was not there to wish him ‘Happy Birthday Manish’, to hug him,to stay beside him,to dance with him. I wish she would understand the agony of Manish heart and be with him in the next birthday ………….Happy birthday Manish

Baatein ye kabhi na tu bhoolna
Koi tere khatir hai jee raha

Jaaye tu kahin, bhi ye sochna

Koi tere khatir hai jee raha

Tu jahaan jaaye mehfooz ho
Tu jahaan jaaye mehfooz ho
Dil mera maange bas ye duaa

Baatein ye kabhi na tu bhoolna
koi tere khatir hai jee raha............



    

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