Once again I'm back to the typical college routine.
All the push and shove of getting in and getting out of three buses just to get to the college. Then the same, may be worse struggle to get back home in one piece.
As I pounce at the single side seat left in the bus and plug in to my ear the list of random songs, the trees and clouds and buildings run back in retro style.
Once in a while, along the roads, there will be a little girl with her father waiting at the shop to get her bicycle repaired, or a funny signboard I've never noticed before, or a dog killed in an accident over which a hundred more tires have run, further jamming it onto the road like a tattoo. And there will be people too, who give me a short feeling of smirk, pity, anger, jealousy, bliss or loss.
Then again, I fly past the never changing landmarks - calm rivers, bridges over them, and other inane things; inane out of being there every other day, twice.
College.
Okay, I've lived there through the curious fresher year, the second year of understanding and the third year of the obvious and the trivial, now stepping into the finale, the only hopes left being of salvation.
Friends, friends. They're that stuff which college life is made of? May be.
People out there have best friends, lovers or relations that come in the middle of both, as in one of those funny labeled graphs they draw these days in blogs and websites. The latter is the most commonly seen.
Still, people seem to seek a
better best friend. A perfect one perhaps. Sometimes they fantasize about non existent brothers and sisters. The basic idea here is the wish of having someone to share
everything. In most of the cases, with any particular person, there will be
something that one can't share. This happens to us all. After all, contrary to cheesy definitions of friendship, the only person who possibly knows all about you and still can like you, is just you.
So, they lie to their friends about the loves they themselves are uncertain of, they lie to their loves about their first kisses, and they lie to themselves that they're happy with this life. Apparently this works just fine.
From this point, I could divert this post through a thousand more random topics. I choose to stop, anyhow. Someone pointed out recently that when they come to this blog in the hope of reading about Me, I go on about man's spiritual purpose on planet Earth or about re-installing Windows 98(Do you *actually* use that? Don't tell yes). And I decide to talk about me, then. Although there's a bit of inevitable randomness. More later.
Do you expect to wake up tomorrow and have a better day?
Playing fair to the awesome photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/3336/47388715/
