When I rewind the tapes to the day , I made an effort to create this blog , I am forced to acknowledge the changes I've been through . For somebody who had never even managed a simple "letter to the editor" without an incongruous error, maintaining a blog seemed to be a bluntly out of proportion ambition. I knew, if at all , it would be anything, it could only be a personal diary.
The first semester in college was an elementary introduction to the world outside. Sitting in a corner seat , with a subtle yet unnoticeable sense of observation , my eyes kept taking a 180 degree view of the classroom, something very similar to the iterative movement of your air conditioner duct. I remember telling myself , " this is where it all starts". Social interaction had never been my simple glass of water, my ingenuous cup of tea or my extravagant bottle of wine . So there I was, sitting in the same seat every day , watching people , perhaps waiting for my turn to speak , my shortcut to fame . We all have it in us , don't we? It's only human to accept. I did. Yes, it was something I wanted to be, that I kept hidden from watchful skeptic eyes , though I doubt I was ever given a second look by anybody. I wouldn't say , it bothered me . Going unnoticed , is something I've come to like , more subconsciously over time. The ambition was strong, confidence was high and the notion that there's absolutely nothing to lose was almost indelibly etched in the mind.
In the very first maths class that I attended, it dawned on me , that I've just been thrown from one pool of competition to another. I was still the unaware fish which had switched to a smaller yet deeper pool, while the hunting fishermen had only changed face. I must confess , it was disappointing at the first look. Going with the momentum , or walking with the herd , as it is called more pejoratively, was pretty much apparent. The proverbial hunks with swanky T-shirts would be curtain lifters , show stoppers , trend setters, whatever you may call them. They walked in and out of classrooms with an equally swanky herd of people ,gathering the oomph of the females, and wanted to ridicule anything and anybody at the slightest opportunity. With the benefit of size and weight, I was privileged to be left alone from the usual bullying , and was approached only in circumstances of a dearth of water, food, pen and paper, and I must add, I wasn't even complaining.
It was hard to find people to talk to, and I'd be in constant search of people who suffered from the same dilemma. In retrospect , I always managed to find a few , to have a chat , while I nose dived into my food, a little " over-the-supper" talk , you may call it.
There used to be this one commotion regarding the hostel. Hostel was considered " the " place to enjoy life. Blinded by its word of mouth publicity , I managed to check out the hostel myself . I was left flabbergasted at the audacity of such a claim. Broken windows, broken lavatories , the constant threat of being torn away by some senior or adversary, I mean , if that was " the " life , I was very satisfied with my " a " life. Apart from a personal tragedy, the first semester was a rather benign period, but it gave me a lot to think about.
The first semester in college was an elementary introduction to the world outside. Sitting in a corner seat , with a subtle yet unnoticeable sense of observation , my eyes kept taking a 180 degree view of the classroom, something very similar to the iterative movement of your air conditioner duct. I remember telling myself , " this is where it all starts". Social interaction had never been my simple glass of water, my ingenuous cup of tea or my extravagant bottle of wine . So there I was, sitting in the same seat every day , watching people , perhaps waiting for my turn to speak , my shortcut to fame . We all have it in us , don't we? It's only human to accept. I did. Yes, it was something I wanted to be, that I kept hidden from watchful skeptic eyes , though I doubt I was ever given a second look by anybody. I wouldn't say , it bothered me . Going unnoticed , is something I've come to like , more subconsciously over time. The ambition was strong, confidence was high and the notion that there's absolutely nothing to lose was almost indelibly etched in the mind.
In the very first maths class that I attended, it dawned on me , that I've just been thrown from one pool of competition to another. I was still the unaware fish which had switched to a smaller yet deeper pool, while the hunting fishermen had only changed face. I must confess , it was disappointing at the first look. Going with the momentum , or walking with the herd , as it is called more pejoratively, was pretty much apparent. The proverbial hunks with swanky T-shirts would be curtain lifters , show stoppers , trend setters, whatever you may call them. They walked in and out of classrooms with an equally swanky herd of people ,gathering the oomph of the females, and wanted to ridicule anything and anybody at the slightest opportunity. With the benefit of size and weight, I was privileged to be left alone from the usual bullying , and was approached only in circumstances of a dearth of water, food, pen and paper, and I must add, I wasn't even complaining.
It was hard to find people to talk to, and I'd be in constant search of people who suffered from the same dilemma. In retrospect , I always managed to find a few , to have a chat , while I nose dived into my food, a little " over-the-supper" talk , you may call it.
There used to be this one commotion regarding the hostel. Hostel was considered " the " place to enjoy life. Blinded by its word of mouth publicity , I managed to check out the hostel myself . I was left flabbergasted at the audacity of such a claim. Broken windows, broken lavatories , the constant threat of being torn away by some senior or adversary, I mean , if that was " the " life , I was very satisfied with my " a " life. Apart from a personal tragedy, the first semester was a rather benign period, but it gave me a lot to think about.
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