Musings-College life, creative spills, grumbles and the like

Yeah, I know.

I really wish something could be done about it. Atleast we must use the facility of the grievance letter sometime. I mean, we shouldn't leave it untouched. What say?

A grievance letter against the college taking in lots of stupid students?
Don't think it'll work..

Much as the statement irks me, I know it to be true.

An old diary entry

I kept a diary for some time
last year (Aug 14th to Sep 3rd). Didn't feel like writing in it after
some time. It was a pointless diary as I sounded just like I do in my
blog. I started a diary to write about anything and everything I felt
without inhibitions. I discovered that I just couldn't do that, however
much I tried. It was pretty much like I'd writte it for someone else to
read and i decided to drop it, relying on the diary in my mind.

Feeling highly reminiscent, of 12th and school. It
was written during the first month of college. I have changed! My old
friends don't agree but I know I have. Oh, I digress. Here's the old
entry.

Sunday, August 20, 2006
12:01:28 PM
Today
is Sunday. Bliss… no college, no work to do… just laze around… can’t
believe that I was sick of hols just a few weeks back. But no, I
definitely don’t want more holidays. I love college life. I was
heartily sick of the holidays when the days stretched out in front of
you. For how long can you enjoy your hols? When I was in 12th,
I used to think that once my hols were over, I’d have great fun, party
like crazy etc, etc. nothing of that sort happened. Instead, there was
just a dull realization that 12th
was over, once and for all. All the times when I slogged, I used to
think, ‘just a few more weeks. And I’ll be free’. But the sense of
freedom didn’t really dawn on me or anything. I didn’t say, ‘yahoo’,
jump and punch the air or anything. Even now, when I look back, I feel
12th
was fun in its own way. Getting up bleary-eyed in the morning, gobbling
up two slices of bread and half a cup of coffee, running (rather,
driving my kinetic style) to college 2 minutes before class began,
trying to give a proxy to a lucky friend, criticizing teachers, going
to the canteen to get chocolates to eat in between classes, gossiping,
getting classes cancelled, running home to have a hurried lunch before
running back to Subbat’s maths tuition (one of the few classes I really
enjoyed), going home to have a snooze for about an hour ( I’d fall
asleep in class otherwise), getting up with great difficulty, going to
Kedilaya’s IIT tuition where I struggled to understand the finer
aspects of calculus, stoichiometry, magnetic effects of electric
current and the like, the break where we got a few seconds o respite
cracking PCM related jokes, ‘he fell down because his momentum, center
of mass and force applied were equal to….’ , going back home only to be
greeted by a pile of assignments, records and timetables of exams- grim
reminders of pending work, slowly resigning to the fact that sleep was
a distant dream, settling down on my study table, doing some work and
finally when I knew that it was pointless staying up as I wasn’t taking
in anything, dragging my feet to bed. Getting up next morning with dark
circles around my eyes….
Whew, I felt tired just typing that. Can’t believe that I really led a life like that for 2 years…
12th is nice to look back at… I have good memories of 12th. I mean, I don’t feel like I’ve come out of hell or anything. Surprising, considering that it is every 12th standard student’s heartfelt wish for everything to get over.
I repeat, 12th is nice to look back at…

Jayashree

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I suddenly miss school! Sigh. I miss school friends. And college friends (No, silly. College isn't over. I'm not that old. They've just gone home for hols.)
I
wish... Oh, never mind, the list is too long. Just wish I could live
one more day of school, one more day of laughter with my school
friends...

jayashree, u reminded me of the similar kinda torture i went through when i was in school. Those two years, academically were hell but then the most memorable in other terms!

Atleast u had ur Kinetic Style to help u travel, i had to rely on buses and neither my school nor my coaching institute were anywhere nearby! I vividly remember those coaching classes when i had to soak my handkerchief in water and keep applying them to my eyes to prevent myself from dozing off! Sheer torture i say!

And i do agree with the thought that one cant really write keeping in mind that i wont let anyone else read it. Inadvertently, while writing, the thought "Oh, yeah, lets pen it this way, it will sound funnier.will make the reader smile"
comes into the mind followed by another thought "BUT, its my personal diary, it is NOT supposed to be read by anyone!"
I also started maintaining a diary. Could not continue beyond 2 weeks!

@Vaibhav,
You studied science? Then you must be able to identify with what I said!
Yup... they were memorable... I grew fonder of all my friends. United in common misery, you see!
Indeed, I was very lucky to have my kiny... I loved driving. (I still do but the novelty has worn off.) I remember taking a longer route to school just to enjoy the ride!
Oh, tuitions were a torture. Nothing compared to some of the horror stories I've heard about kota, though.

Quote :

""Oh, yeah, lets pen it this way, it will sound funnier.will make the reader smile"
comes into the mind followed by another thought "BUT, its my personal diary, it is NOT supposed to be read by anyone!"

Bingo! That's exactly what I was trying to say.
(Sorry for the late reply. I typed a loooong reply the other day and I clicked the quote button next to the post and it disappeared. Aargh.)

A world without Harry Potter




Said granny to the child,
‘What a world you do live in!
No fun, suspense, excitement within
Oh, alas! Potter has gone.
Long ago, afore you were born
A lad who was called Harry,
The hearts of kids did he carry
Turned this world into magic,
Oh, mind you, it was no gimmick,
Ooh, we waited on tenterhooks,
What will happen in the next book?
Aah, we too have the books you say?
But let me tell you if I may,
You do know Sirius dies in the fifth,
And Albus in the sixth?
Alas, the world you do live in
With no fun, excitement within,
Oh, Harry Potter has gone…