I thot abt whether to do dis a million times,but d feeling never faded for Once in all d days dat i went there.so i finally decided dat i shud put down my xperiences at d horrible place wich handles our national Space related bullshit, aka d VSSC.
To start wid,d place is a good 2 km walk from d nearest busstop.but dats nt even half as close a pain in d neck as wat awaits u wen u finally reach d place.ya, its a flashy place alrite,i l give u dat.but i suggest u read dat book 'Never b fooled by looks' by Mr. Doomed4Life,b4 u walk into d place.after u reach d place u gotta get an entry pass-a self signed doc dat says 'i am wiiling 2 torture myself for d rest of my days here'.geting d pas itself aint no walk in d park.i got mine after a few hours' wait.thn u gotta go thru d drill of geting it approved by d faggots in d office.
once u r done wid al dat,u reach d Security bunk.ur entrance to a virtual torture room.trust me,am not joking.anyone wid any amount of self respect n dignity wud lose al dat once u get in n out.d sick morons at d security wing wil crack their sour 'Jokes'(atleast dats wat i was told it was) dat wil just Make-Ur-Day.sadly enuf,they r d CRPF,d guys who i'm supposed to b Proud of,4 Protecting our Country.i maintaind dat pride til d 1st visit to d place.
wen they r finally done wid their sick jokes n scanning ur bags a trillion times,u r FREE to doom urself inside d actual stuff dat makes up d much hyped VSSC.
To put it lightly,d guys who wear d John players n eXcaliburs wid d ties n ID cards,r a bunch of Up-tight shit heads who shud get their screws put in place.c,u expect sum help in d form of Directions to a building,or even wat d bloody Time is,u get sumting dat can verbally replace d Finger-at-ur-face.uptight jerks.gues these guys never wake up on d right side of d bed on any of d brightest days ever.
after a long n ethically demoralising day,v finally found a guide 4 our much looked-upon Project at VSSC.only to b hammered ryt on d face.d guide guy gave us an in-d-face statement dat was truly, n very simply,insulting.he jus made us all 'realise' dat v r a bunch of mis-fits to his SO-VERY-Busy schedule of Desk-Lunch-Desk routine.Moron.he sed it to our face-'v dont hav time to b wid u.u r all good 4 nothings dats jus gonna waste my tym.anyways,if u wanna do sumting,myt as wel go to sum tuitions,finish d job,n bring d certificate.ya sure,i l think abt signing it afterwards.'
By the time v were done n reachd lamenting our 'lack of knwledge' n ill-fate dat v r 'just plain good 4 nothings' it was tym to head back to dat Security garbage again,to log out of d precious pool of geeks n freaks.i donno wat their pbm is,but d guys jus treat any unlucky guy who wished to admire d 'pride of our country' , like a bunch of TERRORISTS.yes!4 christs sake,v r a bunch of COLLEGE students jus trying to get thru a paper in d last Semester!grow up d!@k-heads!
n its jus my luck dat i hav no other option than to subject myself to dis self-degrading process 4 a month n half,wich is my Project slot at d piece of shit place..
oh boy..LUCKY ME.
