Bitter Sweet

It's tough to start a day with nostalgia, believe me , it really is. It's tough to say to oneself that: This is It ! You're on your own now. No more rushing to the college in the morning, no more  metro rides, no more making fun of teachers, no more "See you tomorrow then". The subtle mutiny inside, the mutiny of being an engineering student at NSIT counts its last breath. 

I can't say I've made much out of my college life. A lot of time was just spent in creating a mess, and more time spent cleaning it up. Bad jokes still kept the spirit alive. So much ambition crept up sitting on those white marbles, so much of it died down sitting in the classroom. So much adrenaline flowed through the veins in a JAM, though so much less before an EXAM. Does that rhyme? :P

So, yes, coming back. I'm not digressing today. This is going to be a serious nostalgic post.

It all boils down to this one day, The Mighty Farewell Party. It's not as if I'm not going to meet these people ever. In a place like Delhi, catching acquainted people hanging out in equally acquainted places, isn't too difficult a task. It's a common coincidence you see. But come to think of it, the next time there's got to be a purpose behind everything. There's got to be an agenda of the meeting. Yeah, you could obviously retort :"Who needs a reason to meet friends?" . You're right, may be you don't, but I know I will. It'll take more than sheer will to call up a friend and ask him to meet-up, and it'll take more than courage to write on his wall :"Long time, let's hang out someday". It's hard to imagine myself doing that, but you never know, you know. Solitude makes you do things. 

I'm not ashamed to accept that four years of college life have injected in me more regret, than enthusiasm. But I'm happy that it came in the early stages of life itself. Here on, things are not going to be the same. You can't enter a brawl with a matched indulgence , you can't take a day off at your whim , you can't just bunk and head off for a movie. And of all things, you can't have the liberty of not doing what you didn't want to do. Here on, life's thrown to you like a buffet, you'll have to have what's served to you. College, I swear was different. It was what I call : A Candid Commotion of Choices.

People, yes, I must talk about the people. So technically, college is like this giant aquarium with fishes, crocodiles, sharks etc. pretending to live in peace and vowing not to eat each other up. No doubt, you enter the threshold like an innocent fish, but what you retire as is entirely your prerogative. Honestly, it's always better to stay the fish. You get bumped around all too often. 'Make, break and brake' starts to seems like a motto. One day, you'd grow comfortable staying that way, and then that'll be a way of life. Well yes, that's strictly opinionated, but then that's strictly personal too.     

You may be the who's who of college, but you're all going to end up leaving this place with a taste, not in your mouth, but in your head : Bitter Sweet. 


It's OKAY to accept it. Adios NSIT.