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  Hello buddies 👋😂 Welcome back to another episode of “College Chronicles,” where I expose the daily comedy show I call education 🎭📚. Aaj I’m taking you straight into the lectures and labs I’ve survived for 2.5 years — pura emotional damage included 😭. College timing? 9:15 to 4:15. 1-hour lecture + 2-hour lab = human torture combo 😵‍💫. Teacher ka face dekh ke neend na aaye? IMPOSSIBLE. First lecture = “sleep mode activated” 😪. Some teachers have BTech/BE degrees but English? Junior KG Annual Day level 💀. That iconic line: “Get up your bench and go out.” Aur main wahin confused: bench uthau ya bench pe chadh jaun? 🪑🤣 Labs = certified nap zones 😴. Teacher sits NASA distance se 🚀 and says: “Solve the practical. Run the code.” Everyone’s routine: Copy from ChatGPT ✔️ Run ✔️ Gaming ✔️ Reels ✔️📱 Gossip ✔️ My routine? Games 🎮 Mini naps 😪 Reels 📲 Zero guilt 😌 Teachers know nothing but read PPTs like Google Translate in human form 📄🤖. Assi...

Hello guys, Welcome back to another episode where I proudly expose my embarrassing life choices for your entertainment. So today’s episode is: “My First Day of College — Expectations vs Reality (Reality won.)” Let’s start with a fact: Some people enter college like, “New beginnings, new friends, new memories!” I entered like, “Where is the exit?” First things first — I’m not the type who walks into a room and says, “Hi, I’m Sakshi, let’s be best friends!” Nope. My social skills take time to load… like those old phones that froze if you opened more than two apps. I can make amazing friends online — like full bonding, trauma sharing, meme exchanging — but offline? Introvert mode ON. Bluetooth and hotspot OFF. Anyway, I walked into college with my hostel friends feeling all confident… only to find out we were all in different classes . Why? Because our surnames are social-distancing from each other. I walked into my class, and I swear everyone looked like they already had a ...

 Hey guys, Welcome back to another chaotic episode of “Hostel Diaries: Jaha pata chalega main Indo-Pak border pe shaheed hui ya phir miraculously bach gayi.” So you already know my iconic first convo with my roommate. After that? Radio silence. Like FULL ghost mode. Two months tak humne proper “hi” bhi exchange nahi kiya. And the third roommate was still pending… Bas wahi missing character jo -- ya toh story ko heal karegi ya completely destroy. My first roommate was barely in the room. She used to chill in her friends’ rooms, movies, gossip, full social butterfly mode. Aur main? Main apne dosto ke sath unke room me gossips me busy hoti thi... Then one fine day, Roommate No. 3 walks in with her mom. And her mom goes: “Beta, ise sambhal lena. Yeh thodi shy hai.” Aur mere dimaag mein sirf ek line: “Great. Ek se already vibe mismatch, dusri pe ‘Handle With Care’ tag laga hua.” So obviously, I predicted they’d become BFFs and I’d be a visiting guest in my own room. Aur hua ...

Hey guys, Another day… another episode of “Hostel Tales: Trauma but Make It Comedy.” 😭🎭 So picture this: I enter my room for the first time, peacefully roaming around like a tourist — slippers on, excitement full level 😌👣. And suddenly my new roommate hits me with: For a whole minute I stood there like a shocked cartoon character 😳💀. In my head I was like, “Behen… ye room hai ya India-Pak border?!” 🫠🪖 But that day I knew — adjustment and me are two parallel lines that never meet. ➖➖ To obviously, main wahi karti hoon jo har zinda insaan karta — Purane doston + naye 3-din purane doston ke room me shift ho jaati hoon unofficially 🧳😂. Day-time: campus ke niche ghoomna 🌞🚶‍♀️ Night-time: 1–2 baje room me entry like a criminal 🕑🕵️‍♀️ Roommate? Probably planning my murder 😐🔪 Me? Peacefully sleeping 😴✨ Bas hostel ka pyaar aise hi shuru hota hai ❤️‍🔥🤣. Ab aate hai “first night” pe. Relax… woh wala first night nahi 😏❌. Hostel wala. Mann saaf rakho 🙏😂. We wer...

Hello guys 👋😎 Welcome to another episode where you & I will be on a full-on roller-coaster ride through my engineering life.  🎢😂 Main hoon aapki host Sakhi 💁‍♀️✨ Aur aaj ka episode… uff… UNCENSORED, UNFILTERED, UNHINGED 😭🔥 Story shuru hoti hai uss din jab main results ke baad teen poore rounds khelke ek college select karti hoon… naam mat poochna, trauma trigger ho jata hai 😭 The moment I reached to confirm my seat… LIFE NE ROAD PE HI REALITY KA EENT FENK KE MARI 😭🧱💥 PUNE? No no. VILLAGE, madam. VILLAGE. 🌾🎭 Mountains ne thoda dil sambhala… thank you nature, ily 🌄💔” “Phir fees ka session start… teacher bolte ja raha, mere dimaag me calculator chal raha 🧮😵” Enter Dad with background echo: “ 2 lakh per year lagenge… hostel + mess + college. Ab bata? Admission leni hai? ” “And guess what? For the FIRST time ever… maine khud decision liya. Bas ek hi thought: Ghar se nikalna hai. Duniya dekhni hai. Banda naya. Jagah nayi. Peeda nayi. 😂 Baad me regret h...

🌟  Life After 12 – The Real Story Behind My Engineering Journey......[The End] And when the result finally came…......... I was shocked, surprised, relieved — all at once. I checked my marks like 10 freaking times 😭 And then I was like — BC ab toh main apni dream city me padhne ja sakti hu! I called my dad, and instead of telling my marks, I just said — “Ab main Pune ja sakti hu!” That moment — hayye! — I had never felt that kind of happiness before. That one year made me so strong. It taught me how to deal with trauma, depression, family taunts — and most importantly, it built my belief in myself. I never studied to prove anyone wrong. I did it to prove myself . I’m not a girl who lives to please people. I genuinely don’t care what others think. I live for myself — and I’m happy with it. Now here I am — in my 3rd year of engineering, doing well, living life (okay fine, not really enjoying it because college wale enjoy karne nahi dete 😒). But at least I’m free from that “ghar wa...

  Life After 12 – The Real Story Behind My Engineering Journey......[Part 2] But as the exam came closer, that fear hit me —......................... “What if this time also I don’t make it? Kis muh se ghar walon ko face karungi?” And that moment, I completely broke down. I left home without telling anyone, sat alone, cried, screamed my lungs out. But then I thought — I’m the elder one, I have to think about my little brother. I didn’t want people saying, “Uski sister toh loser nikli.” So I went home, gathered myself, and gave the exam again. Then came the real trauma — waiting for results. Every single day felt like hell. “Result kya aayega?” played in my mind 24/7. And when the result finally came…......... So that’s it for today, guys. See you in part 3 — and there, we’ll  continue  the spice 😏

🌟 Life After 12 – The Real Story Behind My Engineering Journey......[Part 1] Hey everyone! Welcome to my first ever storytelling blog page where I’m gonna share my engineering journey with you all. But before I tell you how engineering is going, let me spill some masala on how I even ended up here 😅 So basically, like every typical Indian parent, my parents too wanted me to become either an Engineer or a Doctor . Because honestly, every second person in my family is an engineer. I actually wanted to become a doctor, but my dad was like — “It takes a lot of years, a lot of study… and I know you — tere paas patience nahi hai! ” Hearing that made me think like — bc haan, I really don’t have patience! 😭 So yeah, I chose engineering. After 12th, I gave CET , and in my first attempt, I didn’t score enough to get into a good college. ( Disclaimer: abhi bhi koi dhang ke college me nahi hu 😭). But still, I didn’t have enough marks to leave my city, and honestly, I didn’t wanna s...

Hey there 👋 I’m Sakhi — just another engineering student trying to make sense of lectures, labs, and life. This blog is my little corner on the internet where I’ll share everything that makes the engineering journey what it really is — a mix of brain-freeze code errors, endless assignments, and that one magical moment when you find your love of life. ⚡ From late-night struggling college ka khatara WiFi  to presenting projects that barely worked five minutes ago — it’s all part of the story. If you’re an engineering student too, you’ll probably relate to 90% of what I post here. If not, welcome to the madness — it’s fun, chaotic, and kinda beautiful. So grab a snack (or chai ☕), and join me as I figure out how to survive semesters, circuits, and sleep deprivation. Stay tuned — the fun’s just starting! — Sakhi 💫