My First Hukka Presentation

all problem has been set by this word "hukka" only. it appears as this subject is like a real hukka but at the end it does cost something. in the 3rd semester it was my c.g.

quickly coming to point ,at the end of 3rd semester, s.g.p.a of mine along with some close pals had gone critical. the reason again was "hukka"- a term used for humanities subject in iitd. hukka term was used bcoz there was nothing hard to study in this subject so it can be done just as taking a hukka at d famous SDA market.but we being a silly group in 3rd sem took every subject as a hukka to the extent that the fear of fakka begin to come even in hukka .

so at the starting of the 4th sem we had made our mind , every deeds must be done to hold the head high.
by d way let me tell that i dont have a low c.g.p.a. but the feeling that i could have done much better also keep waking me(though i used it "chutiyayiing" in the hostel all the night).
so all was concluded ,enough is enough, we will start a new story from now. the first step was taken to choose a super chill hukka for the sem. our silly group got divided into 2 with 2 of us taking contemporary fiction as our humanity course. we took it as we both had interest in novels and thought that suddenly straining ourselves into other psychological books would not be a good decision.
we began to enjoy the stories of the subject until one day the announcement for the presentation was made. it was no usual presentation. it weighed 20 marks out of 100 for entire course.it was a attracting offer just i hr of presentation and 20 marks in. as we had hope for bein a 9 or 10 pointer in the subject so attempt should have been made to get all the 20 marks.

but from our hostel we were only 2. in our group we had just one more 2nd yearite apart from us. so it was obvious to include him in our group as he was my friend too. then the search for the 4th and last one begun.

this turned out to be our senior, "benjo", a maddu. i said him maddu as i am very sure he wont visit this blog, but unfortunately if he does let me tell u he is an english debating champ.

before 2 days of presentation we started the preparation as we were more "despo" for that 20 marks than a single "bandi". but the normal word that strikes me regarding our work is that we are bloody fuckers, unless our ass is on fire we wont run even a little fast.

one was given the presentation on author, i was given the summary of story and the other 2 the critical analysis. i being one of the bloody fucker tried to read the story late at night, slept over it so tore it too. finally i opened a website and copied it.

i remained chill for the one and half day until our great Benjo changed everybody's powerpoint and replaced it by his own.the most sorrowful part of it was that i come to know about it just 1 hr before the presentation. i saw the presentation every single word was changed.

i became very nervous and psyched too. i didnt say anything nor i wanted too but when commented "see he has been fucked . tu kar lega na yaar" . i could not hold anymore "yes ...you all have fucked me, bastards....now let me see what i can fuck up now".

i ran quickly to my room and stared murmuring the prsntn. just at 1 pm (which was the presentation time) we left our hostel in hurry. nobody trying to say anything negative, boosting each-other spirits. from far away we saw the venue, a lecture theater, headed towards it in full spirits, little bit of anxiety as if thats the castle which is to be conquered. with spirits and head held high we entered the lecture theater. but to contrast the teacher greeted us with full ire.

the class was full, we had a prsntn and we only had come late . this was a boost not to the spirit but to the anxiety. we quickly made arrangements apart from hearing the comments of the so much disciplined guys(bloody people who had so much spare time to come on time jus to hear our prsntn). so finally introduction to author was nicely done by Jeetu. now it was my turn. after facing all these fucking situations and my 1 hr preparation my throat had sat down. i greeted them with few words and realized that i have recovered my voice. speaking to so much bloody despo students who are so anxious to listen i began to give to give it more interestingly. though i did miss out some points but the mam was too lazy to notice it.

now filled with a feeling of gratification and anxiety for our last part, i handed over it to our other 2 members. but i had forgotten that it was Benjo n Talati. the smooth and tension less speech with involvement of body language, they made the presentation more impressive in fact very impressive. now what..... as the prsntn ended up mam with full enthusiasm clapped heavily followed by a large bulk of audience.

wow! that was the feeling, the feeling giving the real goose-bumps.
so as obvious we got excellent comments and got 20/20 in that prsntn.getting out in a modest manner outside the class we suddenly rejoiced in celebration and again looked at that lecture theater as if conquest has been made to the castle and the surprise was that we the fuckers had made it.