Apna Ollege -

Now, years later, when life feels too serious, I close my eyes and hear it: The bell. The chaos. The yell of "Bhai, assignment likhni hai? Copy de de!"

The gate still creaks the same way, like it remembers our 9 AM lies: "Sir, bus five minutes late." The library’s last page is still dog-eared from that night we crammed three semesters into three hours. And the canteen? Still serving that mysterious white sauce pasta that definitely broke no health code but fixed every heartbreak. apna ollege

"Apna ollege" wasn't about rankings or placements. It was about the guard who knew your name by the second week. The festival where you danced like nobody was watching — because everybody was too busy crying with laughter. The fight over the last samosa. The sudden silence when the results came out. The louder silence when your best friend got a job far away. Now, years later, when life feels too serious,

"Apna ollege" — that's what we called it. Not a typo. A feeling. Copy de de

We didn't just study here. We lived here. We passed in corridors, failed in exams, fell in love under the stairwell's flickering tube light. We borrowed notes, borrowed courage, borrowed each other's earphones to listen to songs that felt like the future.

Here’s a short creative piece inspired by (a playful, heartfelt take on "apna college" — our college). Title: Apna Ollege

Scene: A worn-out bench under a peepal tree, chai stains on the cement, a graffiti heart with two initials inside.