Common Friends- New Friends - Hutch and the Dutch

In the next two days I discovered over 15 people with whom I shared at least one common friend (This was the world pre-orkut). We were 'blessed' during our first evening walk. Soon, all this networking and bonding gave raise to more serious stuff.
Sahadbe Sarkar declared on stage that any CG below 6 is junk and everybody nodded in agreement. For someone determined to be an 8-pointer, crossing 6 didn't even seem like a hurdle. Pretty soon, it wouldn't be a hurdle to hop over, it will morph into an everest to scale. But, on that day, I was listening intently to anybody and everybody who spoke.

Everything seemed perfect except that there were very few public phones to call home. My brand new Nokia 1100 arrived in no time and the balance was emptied 3 times in the first couple hours. It costed 4.80/min. "hi mom, Hi dad, I'm fine, bye" Call cost Rs 14.4. All this had one 'positive' effect. I became way too attached to my friends and soon staying at home became a distant dream.

Classes started on Monday. The prof gave a nice description about how the Dutch reaching India changed the course of history. Frankly, I thought the classes were too easy. My GK was helping me follow everything with little difficulty. I was cruising along. Or, so I thought. And then the mid terms happened.

The world war took place the day the mid terms ended. I hated it. I found it was crazy. I thought the seniors were mindless. I thought my batchmates were barbaric. I slept through most of it only taking part in the events I really enjoyed. I was listening to my heart. Only, it was making all the wrong noises. My hostel mates were getting drenched in the 'Tyre Raid', I was enhancing my collection of telugu movie songs, collecting them from all over the web.

DISASTER!!! Placed in the Bottom 10% of class in 3 of the 5 subjects. 1 subject in serious risk of flunking and the second following suit. My neighbor who slept through most lectures scored more than I did. He must have mugged them all night and slept in classes. I vowed to change my ways. I wanted to be an 8-pointer. As of that day, I was a mere 4-pointer loitering at the bottom of the class.