I went to college on 26^th Jan for the first time for our Orientation Program (HELL!! I still don’t understand what that means) where we were introduced to the various faculty members at the start and then began the endless and painful process of introducing ourselves to whoever came in. The students started introducing themselves to whoever entered the class irrespective of class, creed, gender, position or utility. And this process continued for months to come and I began to feel like I have been admitted to Kindergarten all over again and I have to tell my name, my father’s name and most importantly why I thought of ever being born on this earth. The first day was clueless nobody knew what was going or what we were supposed to do but just carried along. We were given complementary lunch that day which tasted like horse food ( N.B :- I have never tasted horse food but it must be that way). Among all the faculty members that we have had one person needs a mention and he is none other than Alok Anand, he used to teach us PPM, and why he needs a mention is because of the sheer way he dealt with the students. I have in my short time on earth seen very few people who can truly intimidate others and Alok Anand sure could and he left no stone unturned in doing that, he would make you feel insignificant like anything and make you question your existence his motto simply was (1) If you are wrong then you are definitely wrong but (2) if you are right then you must be wrong (I hope get the idea). Our orientation program continued for three more days and we were given lectures by various visiting faculties from different strata’s of life sharing with us their experiences, ideas, thoughts and to give us a glimpse of the kind of work they have done. During these three days there were several other activities most of which I could not get the hang off because of the limited ability of my brain, there were activities like the coffee drinking competition, graffiti making and a few other I dare not remember, and by the end of the third day I guess everybody was quite happy that it was finally over. The fourth day was scheduled for what they called “ Delhi Darshan” and I could make it as I decided that sleeping more on that day would be a better idea then going for Delhi “darshan” and anyways I couldnot understand what that has anything to do with our course( not that anything else that happened in the past three days did ). Later I came to learn from some of my new classmates that my decision to sleep wasn’t such a bad idea afterall !!!!!!!