Those of you who have sat thru numerous discussions and had no ingredient to add to the hot boilng soup will empathise with me. Many a time while i have been forced to listen up to stories of my batch mates.....stories of their glorious sunny days in their +2 or in their school i have ransacked thruogh my memoirs to search such such bright days
Ofcourse they were good old days with loads of innocenct fun, but somewhere that lacked something. The joy of breaking free from rules, the joy of tresspassing all the mandates. So fortunately or unfortunately I poised myself to break rules this time.
Now when m on the doorstep to my final year and I look back at the corridor that brought me here I am perplexed. I took some feeble attempt to go wayward but chickened out in the last minute in fear of the consequences. Those half hearted attempts now put me in a position where I am not a leading member of the DAMNCARE group ( nishank and sandy some day i will give a better attempt to this) nor the flag bearer of the FOLLOW THE RULES(or rather FOLLOW THE PROFESSOR) group( sorry guys but with all due DISrespect m determined not to follow u people).
I balanced both of them so perfectly that i am sitting very uncomfortably at my 31st postion in a class of 62. But you know what I dont give a damn (and this i have learnt from nishank..hi 5 dude...). Because for the last two bbsr wellfare that i have attended there has always been someone who wetted my t-shirt(or was it a shirt?). And I have felt the love and affection that those people had for me. And even today (ignoring the occasional shunning by some friends due to my extraordinary ability and affinifty to PJ's and i have willingly let one or two of them slip through in this blog) I know that I have more number of people that will wet my t-shirt this year..and even I am ready to pay back the honours to quite a few guys (unfortunately no girls).
But seriously after these three years at NITRkl i have lost some things but gained a lot. I have come closer to realise what kinda a creature I am( and some people decide even that for me...) and i have quite a big bunch of guys(rather creatures) whom i can call friends and whenever i will be in trouble and I look back over my shoulder I will have these friends waiting to help me out.(now guys since i have praised u in public please dont let me down).
And next time we sit for a chit chat about our golden times...i will have a spicy soup of my own to serve all.....
HI-5!!!!!
