Closing time
It has been a quiet few days. Indolence has been the theme so far. Procrastination has been the favourite activity so far.
It does feel weird that in a few days i will not have a reason to stay in my room. This was first thrust upon me when I had to fill up the Alumni association form (which i still have not filled). There had to be something fishy going on. Things dont end so abruptly. I am not trying to go down the good ol' route of putting senti where i talk you up with things like how i first came to campus-got scared of how huge it was-was petrified when i checked out the hostel-was stupified when i met the seniors-shocked i was when i got ragged-how thrilled i was to attend my first class-the adrenalin pumping when i cheered for my hostel-how content i seemed among my friends-how peaceful i was with the settings of the campus-how despite the innumerable cribs i had about mess food, i miss it now (even after the frog biriyani)-that i love my 15 minute walk to department even in Madras summer heat-loved getting into arguments with autodrivers-the walk to and from gurunath-endless fun in the quadrangle playing footer-nightouts put doing everything other than studying for the endsem the next day. Things have been so good that I kept thinking that this is where happiness is supposed to start, where all good things begin. And there will be more to follow. Never did I realise that this is happiness (Does it ring a bell?). This is where i belong. A place where I am content with my surroundings, despite all its shortcomings I have made my peace with. Well all good things must come to an end.
Old man dies, Young girl lives. Fair trade.
P.S: I am a bit high on milk. Had almost a litre of milk in half an hour. Long story :DIt does feel weird that in a few days i will not have a reason to stay in my room. This was first thrust upon me when I had to fill up the Alumni association form (which i still have not filled). There had to be something fishy going on. Things dont end so abruptly. I am not trying to go down the good ol' route of putting senti where i talk you up with things like how i first came to campus-got scared of how huge it was-was petrified when i checked out the hostel-was stupified when i met the seniors-shocked i was when i got ragged-how thrilled i was to attend my first class-the adrenalin pumping when i cheered for my hostel-how content i seemed among my friends-how peaceful i was with the settings of the campus-how despite the innumerable cribs i had about mess food, i miss it now (even after the frog biriyani)-that i love my 15 minute walk to department even in Madras summer heat-loved getting into arguments with autodrivers-the walk to and from gurunath-endless fun in the quadrangle playing footer-nightouts put doing everything other than studying for the endsem the next day. Things have been so good that I kept thinking that this is where happiness is supposed to start, where all good things begin. And there will be more to follow. Never did I realise that this is happiness (Does it ring a bell?). This is where i belong. A place where I am content with my surroundings, despite all its shortcomings I have made my peace with. Well all good things must come to an end.
Old man dies, Young girl lives. Fair trade.
Btw just realised that i wrote the post in past tense. Guess time has come to move on.
Closing time it is.......
Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
posted by R @ 6:56 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
:(. Que sera sera... whatever will be, will be.
Yeah..am not really able to digest the fact that we will be alumni soon da :'(
anyway heard of ur "activities" in rishikesh. roflmao wonly...slighsha gib da. we will talk later though :D
well, u said u werent trying to put some kinda post, and ended up putting it anyway... guess its all de milk huh? btw, i get it dat u r the old man, so who be the young girl? :D
hehe tht was the idea...one friend of mine was asking me to put one senti post...tried my hand at it...think i made a decent effort of it. :)
mother i was wondering why u nobody asked tht. anyway tht was from sin city if u remember tht line...jus a metaphor (obly) :D
je suis touche!! hmmmm.... ok, i really cant think of nethin else 2 say now.. commentin coz u juz used an angry smiley (wonder y dey r called smileys even wen u rnt smilin!) on yahoo :D n im afraid da gas dats pourin outta yer ears mite shift 2 sum oder location.. makin haste b4 dat happens :D :D
1 litre of milk in half an hr? wats dat story abt?!
its fascinating how two of the three commenters have proportionally concentrated on ur milk waala line :D even though it was small..
so i thght id do the same.. whats with the milk??? :D :D :D
i love milk tooo... :)
and i have an interesting story with milk..i went out with my office mates.. and asked this cute chick for milk after getting drunk..hehe.. she gave me a shoulder to lay my head on instead!!! :)
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