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       Today, we had a mid-term presentation on the software projects we are creating in our final semester of Bachelors of Computer Applications. We were told on Monday that we have to face this storm after 2 days. All of us looked at each other's face as we are seeing it for the next two days and after that, the person will die. :-) The amount of pressure built in everyone's brain was not less than what Sachin Tendulkar is going through. Last week, we gave our Unit Test for this Semester. As obvious, we gave our Ass to it. :-) We are yet to get our result but we almost know that it is something which we can never share with our parents. :-) They would get a minor heart-attack after seeing how their 50,000 rs of each year is being wasted because their children has a brain which understands everything except studies. This week, we were told about this presentation when we had our full focus on the MCA CET exam which is going to be held this Sunday. No one expected that our college which calls itself a medium to get our Management and Entrepreneurship skills developed will plan a mid-term presentation in a week in which we are preparing for something which will decide our next THREE years and to be little too much correct, our whole professional life. 


             Finally, today, in the morning, when all of us saw each other, we were quite sure that everyone of us has seen the whole night in front of our eyes. Because, either some of us were working on our presentations while others may not have slept because of extreme tension in their head (if we have one which works :-)). Then, we entered with our project partners to the hall allotted to us. Out of 10 project groups, 5 were in my hall while other 5 were in the opposite hall. In our hall, project presentation started with my group. We gave something which we had the least idea about. At any point (during the presentation),whenever we were pinged for lack of quality, we just nodded our head and promised them that we will add the features in our project and make it as they wanted it to be. Then, we, the project members used to look at each other's face and pass a hidden smile that they are really thinking that we are going to add something to this PERFECT PLANNED PROJECT by us. :-) 


            After all the presentations in our hall was completed, we went to the opposite hall where our other saathis were getting their ass burnt. In the next 3 minutes, I almost got a depressing feel. Yes. The faculties who were sitting here as the judges were shouting and screaming on the presenters as they have prepared something which is too shameful and almost-a-crime. The only thing which our friends were doing was- getting themselves screwed sweetly without uttering a word in defense. They know that once a word in defense is spoken, the ass will be turned into ashes by keeping it on a hot stove. I was feeling quite bad for them but there was nothing which I could have done there to save them from getting attacked by these terrorists (in the form of teachers). :-) At last, everyone in this hall nodded to whatever they said, either in guidance or in insult. For some of them, I felt for laughing while for others, I literally felt bad. No, now don't call me an evil because I laughed on some of them, I even laugh when I get screwed in the class. I am little abnormal in these situations. :-)


            And now, sitting in my bedroom, I was thinking about the whole scenario and I thought, why can't we object to the statements uttered by these teachers which are pure contradiction according to us. Then, I remembered something. I was given an offer for a writing project where I was asked to do something which I never want to. They told me that I'll get sufficient money by doing that for them. But it was something I never wanted to. For a moment, my heart said "Go for it". As all of you know the life of student, we never have bucks in our pocket to spend it as Kings do. :-) But then, I remembered something I wrote in my personal diary in relation to the purpose and reason why I blog. I remembered all those points and limits I made for myself. Yes, one has been crossed this week by using "fuck" in my blog posts. :-) 


           So, I came to a conclusion that just for some 4-digit amount, I am not going to cheat my readers. I refused. Then, I had a chat with a writer who is a good friend of mine. I told him the whole scenario and he said to me that I should not have rejected it as many bloggers are dying to get these kinds of offers. He said to me that as I am trying to be a major part in this Writing industry, I will have to sign many Terms and Conditions in my life where I would be against each and every point mentioned in it. He even gave an example of Bollywood actresses. He said that who wants to show their skin to the world. But as they have to secure their position in the industry, they have to sign those terms and conditions given by the producers. And this is how, even writers and everyone in the world works. 


            I got my answer immediately that even if these teachers sometimes hurl abuses and humiliating statements on us, we will have to bear it just because we are in a need of Degree and Marks. Such situations will keep coming in our life when I will have to listen to all those things for which I would have hit anyone. But, at that moment, I will have to bear those harsh words because my future and my career would be the pendulum of it. If our teachers want us to get screwed by developing our project 40% more than what we planned and executed, we will have to fulfill their needs. Because, its all about our journey of life. These situations are meant to be handled. No one provides you an easy path. Everyone tries to twist your path as much as they can. It is up to you and your bearing powers. But here, the case is different, even if you don't have such kind of bearing powers, you will have to still bear it. :-) 


          So, buddies, get ready to sign such Terms and Conditions throughout your life where each and every mention would be something which you may never agree till your death BUT STILL YOU WILL SIGN IT WITH YOUR PARKER PEN. :-) My best wishes *wicked smile*


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