I have had reader's doubt my story. Surprisingly, its not the sucking-at-studies part they doubt, but the extent of it, alleging that I exaggerate. To them, all I have to say is: you'll never know, will you?
Coming back to my life, which isn't getting any better at the moment, I must confess that I have been a little biased about what, and how, I have been sharing. But, as my dad told me when I was a little kid and asked why there's so much bad news in newspaper: an elephant walking down the road doesn't make a good story unless he falls. And if there's one think I have done, its just that. Metaphorically, of course.
Anyways, it December, the end of my last semester in college, assuming of course that i clear all my pending subjects(five, including the mighty old mathematics101). Officially, the semester is already over, but the few unfortunate ones of us enjoying the unwanted extension, its an awkward phase of saying goodbye to all the people just to see them show up again for various crappy formalities the college has us go through. I am not good at goodbyes, but then, who is? And to be honest, its not even an actual goodbye, not with Facebook around. Yet, you are supposed to feel feel nostalgic about it, and say that you are going to miss these days, which coming from me would be a lie.
It was weird that I ended up at an engineering college doing a Bachelor of technology in civil engineering after dropping two years preparing for premedical exams. It meant that everyone in my batch would be a couple of years younger than me. I don't know why it should bother me, but it did. And about the course, well I can't say that i have given it an honest try, but from whatever little I learned about wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.Now I am almost an engineer, and yet when my mother asks me to figure out why the ceiling has damp patches I am stumped, which has nothing to do with the college of the course but my own unwillingness to learn. Like always, I wish I had lived differently and with a purpose.
They say the best part of the college life is getting to know people, and make friends. That, I concede, has one pretty well. I met some amazing, and amusing(sometime both, simultaneously or consecutively), people in college, making me believe that truth is, in fact, stranger than fiction, for I wouldn't have believed such people could exist outside of a novel. They have been great companions , and a few of them, good friends.
Talking about opposite sex, I came into college never having talked to a girl who wasn't in my class, and the fact that I managed to talk to not one but two such cuties on the same day should be enough to show you the changed man I have become. I would have given you lot more examples with all the juicy details, but I can't; don't have any! Hence I have come to learnt to love myself, which is not a euphemism for any visual you might get from that sentence. The strange thin about all this was that in all the four years I haven't had a single crush on anyone. Wonder what's up with that.
The reason I don't feel nostalgic about the end this part of my life is that when I look back at it is that there's so much regret about the things I didn't do that I feel all these years have gone down the gutter. I wish I had done things differently this time. All my life I have been waiting for something to wake me up with a jolt and make me take stock of my life, and do something about it. But seeing that I am writing a blog post about it rather than studying for the next paper, it hasn't happened. Yet.
I'll spend the next few months doing my "Industrial training", hopefully learning something more than concrete. If I don't, then at least I'll have a good time trying.
I thing that book is give me the stare. Or it could be the other way around. Hard to say,since I am too sleepy to read or write anymore.
Ciao.
P.S-I am posting it unedited, if something doesn't make sense just assume the closest thing that comes to your mind. If nothing does, assume baffling you was my actual intention:)
Coming back to my life, which isn't getting any better at the moment, I must confess that I have been a little biased about what, and how, I have been sharing. But, as my dad told me when I was a little kid and asked why there's so much bad news in newspaper: an elephant walking down the road doesn't make a good story unless he falls. And if there's one think I have done, its just that. Metaphorically, of course.
Anyways, it December, the end of my last semester in college, assuming of course that i clear all my pending subjects(five, including the mighty old mathematics101). Officially, the semester is already over, but the few unfortunate ones of us enjoying the unwanted extension, its an awkward phase of saying goodbye to all the people just to see them show up again for various crappy formalities the college has us go through. I am not good at goodbyes, but then, who is? And to be honest, its not even an actual goodbye, not with Facebook around. Yet, you are supposed to feel feel nostalgic about it, and say that you are going to miss these days, which coming from me would be a lie.
It was weird that I ended up at an engineering college doing a Bachelor of technology in civil engineering after dropping two years preparing for premedical exams. It meant that everyone in my batch would be a couple of years younger than me. I don't know why it should bother me, but it did. And about the course, well I can't say that i have given it an honest try, but from whatever little I learned about wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.Now I am almost an engineer, and yet when my mother asks me to figure out why the ceiling has damp patches I am stumped, which has nothing to do with the college of the course but my own unwillingness to learn. Like always, I wish I had lived differently and with a purpose.
They say the best part of the college life is getting to know people, and make friends. That, I concede, has one pretty well. I met some amazing, and amusing(sometime both, simultaneously or consecutively), people in college, making me believe that truth is, in fact, stranger than fiction, for I wouldn't have believed such people could exist outside of a novel. They have been great companions , and a few of them, good friends.
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| College Fest. Enjoyed the preparation, skipped the event. |
The reason I don't feel nostalgic about the end this part of my life is that when I look back at it is that there's so much regret about the things I didn't do that I feel all these years have gone down the gutter. I wish I had done things differently this time. All my life I have been waiting for something to wake me up with a jolt and make me take stock of my life, and do something about it. But seeing that I am writing a blog post about it rather than studying for the next paper, it hasn't happened. Yet.
I'll spend the next few months doing my "Industrial training", hopefully learning something more than concrete. If I don't, then at least I'll have a good time trying.
I thing that book is give me the stare. Or it could be the other way around. Hard to say,since I am too sleepy to read or write anymore.
Ciao.
P.S-I am posting it unedited, if something doesn't make sense just assume the closest thing that comes to your mind. If nothing does, assume baffling you was my actual intention:)
