My last year in High School was a very pleasant one.All of us were very aware that we would soon be stepping out in the "Real"world, and were therefore quite determined to have a last hurrah, in a manner ofspeaking. Academic pursuits, unfortunately, were not given a priority. Needlessto say, my lifestyle led to a spectacularly low score in the Board exams, and Iwas suddenly facing a very different reality. My poor parents were so shockedwith my results that they promptly retired to Ladakh for a vacation, puttingpaid to my hopes of getting familial help for college admissions. My uncle, withhis sick sense of humor in full form, joked about how I could get admission inGovernment College Karnal, and commute to Haryana every day. Fairly disgusted atmy family's response to my self-inflicted tragedy, I turned to my friends whowere already in College. I enlisted their help in getting into college, anycollege, as long as it was part of the University of Delhi. A superficial surveyof those colleges revealed that my results were too poor to even get me intoSouth Campus, the prestigious North Campus being out of question, at leastthrough legitimate means. Bypassing the admission lines, we then startedapproaching the Student Union offices.