🌝🤕😂 University life is often described as “the best years of your life,” but let’s be honest—it’s also the weirdest mix of chaos, freedom, and caffeine addiction you’ll ever experience. From the first day you step on campus, you realize two things: 1) no one cares if you show up to class, and 2) your wallet will always be empty, no matter how much you try to save. Mornings usually begin with a dramatic battle between you and your alarm clock. You set alarms for 7:00, 7:15, 7:30, and then finally wake up at 8:15, only to realize your class started at 8:00. But no worries—attendance is “optional,” at least in your head. When you do make it to class, it’s a parade of half-asleep students pretending to take notes while secretly scrolling through memes. The cafeteria is another adventure. You’ll find dishes that look the same every day, just renamed. Monday it’s “Chicken Curry,” Tuesday it’s “Spicy Chicken,” Wednesday it’s “Special Chicken Surprise.” You’ll spend half your life in line waiting for food and the other half complaining about it—but still eat it anyway because, well, survival. Friendship in university is like Wi-Fi: sometimes strong, sometimes weak, but absolutely necessary. You’ll meet people who become your “group project partners,” but let’s face it—there’s always that one person who disappears until the last day. Group study sessions also turn into comedy shows, where five minutes of studying magically turns into three hours of gossip, snacks, and someone saying, “Okay, let’s be serious now,” at least ten times. Exams are a thriller movie in themselves. Everyone suddenly transforms into philosophers, questioning life and destiny. You’ll see students praying, bargaining, and even inventing shortcuts that make zero sense but somehow feel genius at 2 a.m. And let’s not forget the heroic last-minute cramming, where you believe you can absorb 16 chapters overnight just by staring at them. Despite the stress, the laughter is endless. You’ll have inside jokes, late-night tea runs, and memories of professors saying things like, “This will be on the exam” (spoiler: it won’t). University life is not just about books and grades; it’s about learning how to survive with 100 rupees for a whole week, writing assignments at 2 a.m., and realizing that “sleep” is just a myth. In the end, university life is messy, hilarious, and unforgettable—a beautiful rollercoaster ride you’ll always look back on and Lough 😅😅😅😅😅

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Life on the Hostel Wall – A Funny Reality Show Our hostel wall is not just a wall – it’s a living witness, a silent roommate, and probably the most loyal guard we have. If this wall could talk, it would laugh, cry, and roast us all at the same time. It has seen the first-year freshers dragging oversized suitcases, seniors plotting midnight adventures, and those who bravely turned Maggi noodles into a five-star dinner. Every crack on the wall has its own story. One belongs to the guy who tried to practice push-ups against it and failed spectacularly. Another crack reminds us of the legendary cricket match where the ball hit the wall harder than our GPA. The paint peeling off? Well, that’s just the wall trying to say, “Bro, even I’m stressed.” The wall is also a notice board – but not the official one. Students leave their marks on it: scribbled phone numbers, motivational quotes that make no sense, and mysterious doodles that may or may not be modern art. If you stare long enough, you’ll find everything – from “Exam tomorrow, God save us!” to “Call Ali for cheap Wi-Fi.” At night, the wall turns into a sound amplifier. It proudly echoes every late-night laugh, every emotional heart-to-heart, and of course, every scream when someone spots a lizard. The wall has also served as the background for hundreds of selfies, group photos, and TikToks – making it the true influencer of hostel life. The funniest part? No matter how much we fight with each other, borrow without returning, or steal each other’s shampoo, this wall never judges. It simply stands there, strong and silent, as if saying: “Relax, hostel life is supposed to be chaotic. You’ll miss me when you’re gone.” So here’s to our hostel wall – the unofficial diary of our college days, the canvas of our creativity, and the ultimate witness to our madness. Long live the wall, because honestly, without it, half of our hostel stories wouldn’t even exist....😉😉😉😉😉

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My Masoomiyat If someone ever made a museum of innocence, my photo would definitely hang in the entrance hall, framed with golden lights. People say I am so masoom that even Google searches my face when it needs a definition of “innocence.” My masoomiyat is not ordinary—it is a legendary brand, a limited edition, something that even angels look at and say, “SubhanAllah, what a masterpiece.” My masoomiyat is visible everywhere. For example, when I ask a shopkeeper, “Bhaiya, ye 50 ka 40 mein de do na,” and he laughs, pats my head, and still takes 50 rupees—he knows I’m too innocent to argue. My friends call me a walking cartoon character because I believe in every silly WhatsApp forward. If someone tells me, “Forward this message to 10 people, warna raat ko bhoot aayega,” I actually forward it to 20—just to be safe. That’s how seriously I protect my masoom soul. In class, my masoomiyat shines brightest. Teachers scold the whole class, but when they look at me, they pause and say, “Tum toh aise lagte ho jaise kabhi homework se mulakaat hi nahi hui.” I smile with my innocent eyes, and the teacher forgives me instantly. Even exams respect my masoomiyat—when I don’t know the answer, I draw little flowers on the answer sheet, hoping the examiner’s heart melts. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but my masoomiyat remains untouched. My masoomiyat also gets me into funny troubles. I once believed that the moon actually follows me when I walk at night. I proudly told my cousins, “Dekh lo, chaand bhi mera fan hai.” They laughed for three hours straight. Another time, I tried to charge my phone with the TV remote battery. Spoiler: it didn’t work, but my innocence was fully charged. Even in friendships, I’m so masoom that my bestie can steal my snacks, my pen, even my charger, and I’ll still smile and say, “Koi baat nahi, dost ki cheez bhi apni hoti hai.” But deep down, my heart cries louder than a Bollywood background violin. In short, my masoomiyat is my superpower. Some people have muscles, some have money, but I—proudly🤣🤣🤣🤣

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