Barely 10 working days are left.. It has all come to end... finally...
College.
Quoting the chef (south park) , "There's a time and place for everything. And its called college"
That time has ended it seems...
Come may end, and on may 28th would be the last exam. And after giving that exam... The relief of the exams ending would fill the air outside mech canteen with cheers and shouts of "Exams khatam ho gaye".... but this time only with the hollow of the college ending...
Hated as much... i have loved college.
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joined college as a nobody. leaving like a nobody. i can still feel a romance in this tragedy.
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first year seems just like yesterday...
i dunno what to write next. theres too much to write. theres too much to say... and words dont seem enough to express it all...
as i smoke this cigarette i can only see clear... how i smoked my first... Myself, Bhaskar going out and buying out that "forbidden"... a last resort to stay awake and sail through our first end sems... I can still remember it remained in that drawer for like 2-3 days before we could gather enough courage to light it up.
And how can i forget the night of the second sem. The PEE exam night. The two books. Was awake till 4 am for the first time. And even by morning was hardly anywhere close to being familiar with the syllabus. Was so screwed... kept mumbling "aaj to Fuck ho gya!".. lol... it earned me a name... "Fucku"...
My very first friends... Ap, kiki, kani, Tushar, Bhaskar, Vishal- my dormant roomie, Anshuman, Avinash... the world was small then... frnds were more frnds.. there was less of that cunningness. The guard against "betrayal" didnt exist... The need to think before speak wasnt there. That school innocence was not lost. But the gleam of that innocence wasn't as bright.
And there are parts i hate to remember. The first hostel night. Many things.... Yet the indelible mark and mould that they have given me remains... All the shenanigans of being there and enjoying it and and... it all falling apart.. The initial joy and the pathos that it brought.
And yet i can only look back and say that the period was so so much fun. Every other day was something new. A movie, a bunk or just sitting there at mech... the endless talks. Initially the big D group and then us four frnds... exploring, discovering ..... LIVING....
1 comment:
"i can still feel a romance in this tragedy."
You were nothing short of a great character in a poorly written play :D. In these four years.. you have escaped unruly bus drivers :D, squished the ice tea out of plastic cups by holding them so hard, almost but never actually falling off a chair, turned from nonchalant to an absolute state of shock in panic mode, triggering off anti theft devices in showrooms. Your actions were too good to be happening... as I said.. a good character in a poorly written play :D
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