finally, it’s over. with all the ups and downs, my classic good old college days have come to a closure. i can’t claim that it has been revolutionary but certainly evolutionary. inadvertently i’ve changed. for the better or for the worse, i would never know, because i would have changed again by the time i finish my evaluation. there have been times, when i’ve had no one and no thing, and other times, where i’ve had every one and every thing.

so here’s the thing i would actually take from my life in the last four years, there will be times which will be good and there will be times which will be bad. but things turn around. from bad to good to bad to good, again and again. then what may the distinction be, if there be any at all, between these two times? and that’s the real thing i would take actually. that there is no distinction at all. if you just choose to pass through either of the phases the same way, you wouldn’t really find any difference. both make you grow or diminish depending on the way you choose to see it.

it’s unlike me to rant on about my personal philosophies, since i’m someone deeply rooted in the world of fiction. but nonetheless, the nostalgia of college life and the fact that i’ve actually had quite a good time, in the sense that the bad times have been good too in their own weird personal sense, make me write about it. since it has been a significant part of my recent past, i wish to not forget it too soon. plus, i might derive some other inner meaning while i’m actually writing, which is always something i enjoy about writing. discovering while at it.

apart from these, i’ve had some good friends, some best friends, some lost friends. some insane moments of pulling the legs and conning poor unsuspecting souls, to the several all-nighters cramming and cursing, to several all-nighters just talking. half a dozen instances of uninhibited dancing, another half a dozen times of uninhibited inebriated acts, my puke and buttocks becoming public viewpoints, and et cetera. a multifarious class wrecking havoc on every teacher to have set foot into our classroom, we had the northies, the southies, even the indoneese, all alike getting into those gigs.

picked up lots about music, even got into composing considering my meagre capabilities at playing the keys, got around to meeting the genius – rahman. i’ve also got some insane opportunities to perform on stage, playing roles ranging from a tea dropping clumsy fool, to a gay person (some would attribute that to my open admittance of bi-curiosity even), a fickle romantic, a mad commentator for a mad script, a husband whose wife is delivering a baby not his. i’ve even forgotten lines on stage and tried covering it up miserably. so yes, i’m satisfied at pulling off lots of things in my own inimitable style. no signs of humility there. then there was the time, when the chemicals ruled the mind and body. religion and family rose to the front then. that’s something i did, i would never regret, but surely have had enough of.

it’s surreal how the four years have passed by, now, that it is finally over, i look back at the times i’ve had with a smile and maybe at times with my thundering or muted laughter. there’s a life ahead still to be lived and enjoyed with the same zeal, and not for anything, would i let those experiences pass by, without extracting all the juice possible – sour and sweet alike.

life is all but the sum of the experiences i’ve had after all.