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hi fellow students of BHU, i am a cuet candidate done with her exams. my combined score in english and GAT, as far as i have predicted, is around 355-ish (230 in english, 125 in GAT- unless normalisation khatams my khel💔)

i want to pursue socio or english honors (i am more interested in english, par socio is the next best option). what are my chances of getting in? hopefully into a hostel aswell. gen female btw. please be kind enough to answer, it would be of great help!

i miss him.

this morning i found out that one of my father's closest friends, while coming home from work from coochbehar, got into a fatal accident and passed away on sunday morning. due to all the news pages covering election results, we did not find out earlier. the uncle had immense influence on my life. he was the kindest, most gentle human being i had ever met. he had not a single pinch of selfishness in his being. and yet, he experienced a painful death due to the irresponsibility of a 4 wheeler driver.

he treated me like his own daughter. whenever he would come to our house, he would call by my name to let us know that he has come. i revered him immensely. there was just so much to learn from him.

today at about 8 pm, i saw him for the last time. his body was being taken to the cremating grounds. he was in a plastic sack. the sight struck me dumb. i had been crying all day and i just couldnt hold it in anymore. so i broke down. it just ends all of a sudden, doesnt it? how strange life is. he didnt even get the chance to meet his family, his friends, anybody. he suffered for a while and passed away at a place that wasnt even his home.

but my father, who lost his dearest friend, told me and my mum that crying over the dead is a waste of time, and it doesnt change anything.

this just broke my heart. i mean, he was your friend first. he was your a1. had he not helped you in times of need, you wouldve been nothing today. if you could move on from his death in a matter of 12 hours, how will you treat me and my mum if we ever get into an accident and end up completely dependent on you? would we become your liability then? would you say the same things after our death? is this all that easy for you?

he didnt even bother going to the cremating ground.
i just dont know anymore. it was a horrible day. my eyes got blurry typing this out. but i just had to let the frustration out.

may his soul rest in peace.

i will miss you, ghosh jethu. you were one of the best people i had ever come across. thankyou for everything.

edit: the more i think about all this, the more i recall memories i had buried in my head because i thought they would not become my last memories of him so soon.

once my father was too busy to take me out to watch the durga puja. jethu heard of this and left all tasks at hand to take me to the fair. he used to drop me off to tuitions anytime my father was unavailable. he had a catering business, and every time he had any leftover pulao or chicken, he would drop them off to my house because they were my favourite. never took anything for himself, never. i once adopted a litter of street puppies and it was getting too much for me to afford, so he adopted one from me. when the puppy died due to parvo, i saw him cry. a man of 50 years crying for an animal is truly rare in today's day and age. that's how gentle he was. i wish i talked to him more. i wish i made more memories. this is one of the worst days of my life.

i cant stop myself from searching up the accident details on google and seeing the pictures of the very same vehicle he left in. broken in half, because some rich fuck's son decided to speed his 4 wheeler. i could recognise his belongings from the photo...scattered around the demolished vehicle. this death has scarred me beyond fixation.

please forgive me if i had ever done anything you didnt like, jethu. i will miss you forever.

sorry for the flair, i didnt know what to pick.

this morning i found out that one of my father's closest friends, while coming home from work from coochbehar, got into a fatal accident and passed away on sunday morning. due to all the news pages covering election results, we did not find out earlier. the uncle had immense influence on my life. he was the kindest, most gentle human being i had ever met. he had not a single pinch of selfishness in his being. and yet, he experienced a painful death due to the irresponsibility of a 4 wheeler driver.

he treated me like his own daughter. whenever he would come to our house, he would call by my name to let us know that he has come. i revered him immensely. there was just so much to learn from him.

today at about 8 pm, i saw him for the last time. his body was being taken to the cremating grounds. he was in a plastic sack. the sight struck me dumb. i had been crying all day and i just couldnt hold it in anymore. so i broke down. it just ends all of a sudden, doesnt it? how strange life is. he didnt even get the chance to meet his family, his friends, anybody. he suffered for a while and passed away at a place that wasnt even his home.

but my father, who lost his dearest friend, told me and my mum that crying over the dead is a waste of time, and it doesnt change anything.

this just broke my heart. i mean, he was your friend first. he was your a1. had he not helped you in times of need, you wouldve been nothing today. if you could move on from his death in a matter of 12 hours, how will you treat me and my mum if we ever get into an accident and end up completely dependent on you? would we become your liability then? would you say the same things after our death? is this all that easy for you?

he didnt even bother going to the cremating ground.
i just dont know anymore. it was a horrible day. my eyes got blurry typing this out. but i just had to let the frustration out.

may his soul rest in peace.

i will miss you, ghosh jethu. you were one of the best people i had ever come across. thankyou for everything.

edit: the more i think about all this, the more i recall memories i had buried in my head because i thought they would not become my last memories of him so soon.

once my father was too busy to take me out to watch the durga puja. jethu heard of this and left all tasks at hand to take me to the fair. he used to drop me off to tuitions anytime my father was unavailable. he had a catering business, and every time he had any leftover pulao or chicken, he would drop them off to my house because they were my favourite. never took anything for himself, never. i once adopted a litter of street puppies and it was getting too much for me to afford, so he adopted one from me. when the puppy died due to parvo, i saw him cry. a man of 50 years crying for an animal is truly rare in today's day and age. that's how gentle he was. i wish i talked to him more. i wish i made more memories. this is one of the worst days of my life.

i cant stop myself from searching up the accident details on google and seeing the pictures of the very same vehicle he left in. broken in half, because some rich fuck's son decided to speed his 4 wheeler. i could recognise his belongings from the photo...scattered around the demolished vehicle. this death has scarred me beyond fixation.

please forgive me if i had ever done anything you didnt like, jethu. i will miss you forever.

hi people, i had been aiming for BA English from BHU since the beginning of my prep. but my parents are trying to convince me into taking up BA Socio honors instead. according to you, which would be a better choice- in the aspects of both exposure and knowledge? and what are the predictable cutoffs out of /500 for both, in order to get into BHU? am searching for a safe score. please reply! (gen female)

edit: I'm getting north of 220 in english pyqs and an average of 100(💔) in GAT

hello, people, i had a doubt regarding the hostel facilities available for BA students. how much marks do we need to get, to surely get allotted a hostel? i want to pursue BA socio hons and don't want to have any issues regarding unavailability of hostels as a PG would be way beyond what my parents can pay for. kindly answer, thankyou