Old Goose...

As I rev up to pen down this one, I am dubious of faring up badly for two reasons, one that it has been a long time I have posted anything, and second that my language is a hell lot formal now owing to the so many application forms that I have filled for the imminent.

I am in such a rut. Sitting all day in the room and leafing through the subjects that have never been my forte is foolish, but then, all for a good job.

I have changed and the concern for the homeless that hovered by my head when it pelted down heavily a couple of days ago testifies the same. Never ever I had been concerned about anything but my happiness when it rained, but this was some sheer evolution.

And may be, that is why, I am able to draw a parallel to SUKHI Sir (MD) when he proof read every page and made us read as well. I abhorred it then and found it a pain in my ass but today when I went through ‘Mailer Daemon’, I missed his presence.

(Dear MD Team…the issue is good, but that the team is new, is very prominent…best wishes for future…you all have the potential!!)

May be, this is experience…the one that is paradigm of age.

It is quite scintillating how I have transformed into someone I cavilled when I was younger. And when I look back now, everything looks foolish…

How I used to castigate my sister when she said that everybody is the same in college…how I considered smattering out of the batch and upholding bunk as cool…how I plied to get the notices printed and finish the task to stand out in front of my seniors…

Aaahh…the memory lane is painted…red, blue, green, yellow…though it looks foolish now, but is the essence and if I wear this feeling now, it’s because of these memories.

Maturing is phenomenal and is perpetual, but even it is all about experiences.

So…stay hungry, stay foolish.

P. S. – last few days in college… [Jitters]…I will leave, but my heart will always be here. Love you ISM. It was good to be a part of you and then make you a part of life.

P.S. – I am still in love…can’t move onL