4 jan 2011. The first day of my last sem at this college. Sitting in my room, with a coffee mug in one hand and the other hand bearing the extreme cold while being forced to type this blog, all the images and anecdotes of the past 4 years keep hovering in my mind. It has not been a smooth journey, far from it, but the one that made me learn (and also unlearn) so many things that one requires in the remaining journey. AAargh...I hate writing this silly and 'pretending to be nostalgic' talk about college life. I hate to see my friends who have already left college now for their internships writing mushy and sweet messages on facebook and elsewhere about their old memories and their blah blah... and their over-generous posting of otherwise stupid pics with friends on these sites... And the list goes on.
But I cannot rule out the fact that I too, am a part of this whole clichéd movement. Its impossible to not feel sad, no strange ,would be a better word, as we move towards some of our final days in this place. The ever-growing list of crushes, the semester wise resolutions of studying that sem and then breaking them proficiently, the begging for snacks to eat in the middle of night in each other's rooms, the race against time to reach the witch mountain aka lecture halls..and this list too goes on...aarghhhhhhh...I need a break....
But I cannot rule out the fact that I too, am a part of this whole clichéd movement. Its impossible to not feel sad, no strange ,would be a better word, as we move towards some of our final days in this place. The ever-growing list of crushes, the semester wise resolutions of studying that sem and then breaking them proficiently, the begging for snacks to eat in the middle of night in each other's rooms, the race against time to reach the witch mountain aka lecture halls..and this list too goes on...aarghhhhhhh...I need a break....
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