13th April, 2014.
Hmm…so…its time. The inevitable nature of universe finally revealing itself, and I am perfectly fine with it. Maybe a little over sentimentality got the best of me (vulnerability has not been in my repertoire, but in light of recent events, I may have to digress from the original statement.)
23rd June, 2011 was the date when I stepped across the threshold of Deshbandhu College, 12th April 2014 was the date when I was formally stepping out, saying farewell.
First year student, a weakling with a considerably low mental acuity, overlapped by all kind of naiveté and foolishness, not to mention the initial consequences of being exposed to the new world, I mean come on! No one was going to welcome me or us with a bollywood style, impeccably choreographed dance and simultaneous rhythmic songs, but still…
Since that date, I must say, changes have occurred, and when I say changes, I mean a lot of mental, emotional, and/or other changes as well. If I start typing all of them, it will end up as a novella, being lethally boring and of no significance whatsoever; I’ll try to be short.
In the last three years, I got to know more of me, as a person, friend, foe, or whatever distinction a person can gain during his/her college days.., with a slight increment in my mental faculty. It’s not that much to brag about, considering the fact that there are far better people I know out there, with an enlarged acumen, to whom I am kind of obsolete, but I must say, I am not that much of an idiot now…well I can ‘think’ now. *a smirking laugh*.
Being somewhat of a shut in, or as nowadays the trend is to call self a sociopath, antisocial, introvert et cetera, 3 years later, I am leaving with a considerable number of good friends (never expected that to happen though), from college and from other places, some of them are incredibly genius, others being equally the coolest form of humans, keeping me remotely sane enough to carry on with the tirades and in turn, bearing my outbursts and trivialities.
My professors are equally cool enough, for they are to be blamed. They are the ones who actually turned me into this slightly enormous egoistic bastard, a voracious reader, reading anything that came across me, ending almost 2/4th of literary section. Prof. P.K Chaudhary, Prof. Rana Behl, Joshi ma’am, Ankan sir, Ruchi Ma’am and so forth. These peoples gave me the idea to think, read, write and thus turning me as some say, ‘intellectual monster’; overstatement, really…but a compliment nonetheless
During these years, I started a blog, wrote my rants and complaints, attempted poems and found my muse for sublime musings…romantics…really!! (Thanks for being there, you! Won’t have been able to write anything if it wasn't you..so..yeah.)
So, ending this blog, I would say, I am grateful, to every single soul I met, to each one of you, who made me what I am or what I will be in coming years. To you who taught me how to think, how read, what to read, how to love, how to stay, helping me keeping my promises, keeping me sane. I am grateful for the experiences, memories and every other feeling. I will leave the college with everything a guy can ask for…
regards.
Hmm…so…its time. The inevitable nature of universe finally revealing itself, and I am perfectly fine with it. Maybe a little over sentimentality got the best of me (vulnerability has not been in my repertoire, but in light of recent events, I may have to digress from the original statement.)
23rd June, 2011 was the date when I stepped across the threshold of Deshbandhu College, 12th April 2014 was the date when I was formally stepping out, saying farewell.
First year student, a weakling with a considerably low mental acuity, overlapped by all kind of naiveté and foolishness, not to mention the initial consequences of being exposed to the new world, I mean come on! No one was going to welcome me or us with a bollywood style, impeccably choreographed dance and simultaneous rhythmic songs, but still…
Since that date, I must say, changes have occurred, and when I say changes, I mean a lot of mental, emotional, and/or other changes as well. If I start typing all of them, it will end up as a novella, being lethally boring and of no significance whatsoever; I’ll try to be short.
In the last three years, I got to know more of me, as a person, friend, foe, or whatever distinction a person can gain during his/her college days.., with a slight increment in my mental faculty. It’s not that much to brag about, considering the fact that there are far better people I know out there, with an enlarged acumen, to whom I am kind of obsolete, but I must say, I am not that much of an idiot now…well I can ‘think’ now. *a smirking laugh*.
Being somewhat of a shut in, or as nowadays the trend is to call self a sociopath, antisocial, introvert et cetera, 3 years later, I am leaving with a considerable number of good friends (never expected that to happen though), from college and from other places, some of them are incredibly genius, others being equally the coolest form of humans, keeping me remotely sane enough to carry on with the tirades and in turn, bearing my outbursts and trivialities.
My professors are equally cool enough, for they are to be blamed. They are the ones who actually turned me into this slightly enormous egoistic bastard, a voracious reader, reading anything that came across me, ending almost 2/4th of literary section. Prof. P.K Chaudhary, Prof. Rana Behl, Joshi ma’am, Ankan sir, Ruchi Ma’am and so forth. These peoples gave me the idea to think, read, write and thus turning me as some say, ‘intellectual monster’; overstatement, really…but a compliment nonetheless
During these years, I started a blog, wrote my rants and complaints, attempted poems and found my muse for sublime musings…romantics…really!! (Thanks for being there, you! Won’t have been able to write anything if it wasn't you..so..yeah.)
So, ending this blog, I would say, I am grateful, to every single soul I met, to each one of you, who made me what I am or what I will be in coming years. To you who taught me how to think, how read, what to read, how to love, how to stay, helping me keeping my promises, keeping me sane. I am grateful for the experiences, memories and every other feeling. I will leave the college with everything a guy can ask for…
regards.
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