Reflecting on what seem to be the last few days of my student life, I can't help seeing patterns from my past experiences of passing out of college.
Be it undergrad or postgrad, it's always the same. College seems to be a lot more dearer. All the things that you hated about your hostel are exactly what you can't stop raving about to your friends outside. Women seem prettier. Girls of the senior batch suddenly adopt straightened hair in a bid to pass out 'unsingled', while senior guys seem more keen on bagging a junior girlfriend.
Careers are discussed and so are failures. Failure of systems, aspirations and interviews. Parallels are drawn with peer institutes and faculty is dissected and blamed for. Reasons for education are questioned with a few interjections from reasons for existence. All this over experimental experiences of alcohol and other substances. And in this elevated state, resolutions are made: of a life that will be led the way it should be lived.
Getaways are planned with friends that have survived, singing antakshiri en route to boring destinations that never really were. The journey is all that will be remembered. And before you even begin to read all these patterns, your time runs out. Faster than you ever imagined. Damn I'll miss this place.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Passing out
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Probably because the journey is all that matters. Congrats.
I like the straightened hair - unsingled part :)
I fully agree with the repeat pattern thing.. Its the same feeling.. may be not that much stronger or more mixed with reason.. still the nostalgia is surely creeping in :)
Awesome post Ali!
Good post, reminds me of my ISB days...
So how much luck have you had in getting a junior girlfriend? :P That at least, is one aspect we didnt have at ISB...
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