Well.. continuing from where i left off...
I am stuck in nostalgia. I can remember vividly my first day in college. Where my parents wanted to find me the most genteel, naive and religious roommates possible. To my horror initially i thought they succeeded in finding three such people who were gonna share my room. To theirs, they learnt four years later that they couldn't have been more wrong! And well i could never have been more happier with their flawed sense of character judgement! :) Especially Sai( the stud in our room) and I share a unique trait, a guilt free conscience when it comes to avoiding all academic activities! We bunked an afternoon one week into coll because we were too tired to go down the stairs and walk from hostel to the college. We spent the entire afternoon listening to a washed, jaded summer of 69 by B Adams and sleeping off somewhere in the middle.. Thus began our exciting adventurous life!
Four years has seen me grow from a boy into a man..(he hee..i always wanted to use this sentence.. all good farewell speeches and youth stories have this.. Its corny.. cheesy and cliched.. .hmm..true too if u can look beyond all that). Hostel life was the best thing to have happened to a lazy bum such as me(It made me more lazy.. in case u were thinking i had changed). Responsibility, independence, adaptability.. all the other good stuff that u can write on ur statement of purpose :) happened. It taught me maturity. Pleasee trust me! Its true...It did.. it did.. I am a more mature kid now.. i no longer think girls are aliens! ;) oops.. may be not so mature enough to avoid saying that in public.. :)
Its a miracle how many things u learn in coll. Another miracle how it never relates to acads... By the end of my first semester, we had learned to treat unit tests and periodicals as important as ear wax, find all the hang out spots, bunk with precision to avoid the most torturous classes, utilize the local transportation facilities with max efficiency, watch two movies consecutively with an headache in a rundown decrepit theatre and find innovative ways to avoid work.
Friday, June 6, 2008
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7 comments:
wat makes u think girls r not alien.. tell me one girl who u understnad totally?!
why would i want to understand them... they are a unique and great species.. let them retain that mysteriousness which makes them all the more endearing!
Dear hero.. U sure have romanticised ur 'being vetti' which we are all too familiar with...:)
well it is all how u present it to the world siv! well i loved enid blyton s books for the sheer mouth watering way she had written abt food ! but have u really tasted scones over gingerbeer! they are yuck.. but well romanticising is looking at life with rose tinted glasses! and i in my defense wear one!
sometimes u make me wish theres a way to shut u up.. sometimes, u impress me.i sincerely hope something productive comes out of ur talkin/writing skills
dint know u loved college so much.. but u r rite.. and being in grad school with less than three days for the transition, i personally know how much u can miss the psg style of life... it was awesome man, the blog and the days...
keep writing..
Girls are still ALIENS !
Muhahaha !
Regards,
Aruva Gang
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