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Transition

Tuesday, 08 March 2011 at 14:19

Wake up in the morning, frowning at the very music that helped me doze off last night, deciding if I want to put it off or let it be…

I decide I don’t want to make decisions first thing in the morning and ignore the sound, hoping my random playlist generates some music I like…

A quick walk down to Mohanda, and grabbing coffee…to sip it in my balcony -overlooking the lake.

Looking down at people going or coming back from classes and wondering which lecture it was. The library looks good from here, doesn’t reflect an aura of books, only adds to the beautiful reflections on lake. It just occurred to me that of the two faces, the better one is always fake…

Why is it that lakes are voted highest each year in the list of things we will miss? Why is it that each year, a bunch of affluent, pampered spoilt kids come to this place from all walks of life and suddenly start appreciating or at least coexisting peacefully with crow shit stink, incessant sweat, bad management (irony of Management College) and so many other things which even stop occurring to us?

Nostalgia is no longer an issue. A highly drunk party is the best way to quickly sneak out of a transition. U just wake up on the other side. From the side of night to a day, student to alum, crazy to sane and in this case, fun to mundane.

All my bags are not packed… I have a day and I don’t want to go for my last jetty chat, evening badminton, gym, TT, midnight campus jog. Let this be another day and I’d sneak out of it tomorrow. No one will notice. Wonderful plan…

My coffee is over, maybe I should go down to grab another or urghhh… enough now stop this song...

Time to make decisions finally.

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