The wonderwall

Disclaimer: Some readers may find it utterly useless but just to make it clear my intentions never were to write anything useful.Don’t read this it’s just the useless crap of a jobless head.

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I have always been confused about the four years being too long or too short but now I think it’s accurate. Of course not talking academically I feel I am done here. Many won’t agree with it, they still want to continue having fun with friends, doing crazy stuff and living here but for them I would say they have started it late, may be initially they were busy with something else and not ‘having’ and ‘doing’ and ‘living’. Some would say that they got fed up of this place long ago for them I would say that they never ‘had’ or ‘done’ or ‘lived’.

For almost all of us the Guwahati campus didn’t turned out to be exactly what we had planned for ‘college’ and we may never actually experience what it could have been like to have got what we expected, but I like to think that what ever I had here doesn’t deserve a regret. It has been a little far better to call it a bad experience. Friends wise it has been heaven, fun wise it has been a roller-coaster, comfort wise it has been a little itchy, academically a little blank.

I am not bored or fed up of this place but I just want to get of here before the day comes when I am. I would love to be in for more of Alcheringa and more of Manthan but not now, this much is enough for now. I know I would be dead nostalgic at this same time of the year next year but if given a chance I would not like to continue my life this same way. In four years I changed, you changed and so did everyone else. And just like our stay here the changes also have been a good blend of both good and bad. I learned to dislike people (yeah a new thing for me), to smoke, to drink, I realized that their is almost nothing that can’t be handled with words and most important not all things ends well. The two things I am hoping to learn as soon as I get out of here are how to value money and how not to care about ’sorry’, ‘please’ and ’sad people’.

Talking of people who made me learn a lot well my kameng 3rd floor taught me how to live it king size no matter what you have or others think, you are the master of the little bubble around your head. My alcher-dihing group taught me how to beg, their are too many givers and too few beggers. My techniche-kapili team taught me how to make a B-grade, cheap joke out of everything and everyone, everything in this world can be brought down to just above your thighs and just below your belly. Though I can’t think of any example but these things are not as bad as they sound, sometimes they are fun and sometimes they are useful.

The bottom line is thank you for everything,  I loved it. I can but I don’t want to think of it being any better but now let me leave. I am almost ready for the change I am almost ready to move, I am almost ready to go.