The inevitable in every guy’s homecoming life. The haircut.
Also, I think I might die soon, looking where Chennai is going.
Done and dusted after a long semester in Manipal. All packed and homeward bound.
Will be back to Manipal soon, but along with the packed cartons, I will be leaving some awesome memories of the bygone sem behind.
I have to write. It makes me feel good, it gives me liberation. Sometimes, I strive to present my thoughts in its simplest of forms, as I believe in the very simplicity lies pure meaning. I constantly try to fight the environmental impressions my mind has captured as wet cement. I hope they don’t influence my writing. I hope, I am able to express my soul just as how it expresses itself to me, just as how it makes me alive. I try to banish the tiny constant monster in a corner of my heart which pulls me down, which reminds me of public opinion, ridicule. I try to tell myself that I write for myself and no-one else. I try to suppress all inhibitions, but I also realize the more I suppress these, the more they rise back. It has taken a lot of time for it to dawn upon me that the secret is, to let go, to break free. To not be influenced by anything, to keep my writing as pure an expression of me, is my sole purpose. Hereby, I present to you my simplest article.
|after coming out of the last exam|
Scene 3- the suckiness:
*Tom and jerry soundtrack*(yes, my ringtone) wakes you up with a start. “Come fast!!!” It’s your friend calling you for the post-exam pizza party. You think twice, and then you agree- a repercussion of your joblessness.
(Cut to friends room)
The smell of Origano kills you as you enter. But as you take one bite, two , three…you grow out of the taste and the mayo tends to get annoying. Full as you are, you come back to your room ,rue about wasting cash, open the laptop again, and write a sucky blog post. Hail Freedom!
At the end of the day we really are thankful to our food court’s coffee, the organisers liked it! The feeling of seeing your creation alive and awesome, is truly exhilarating, I should say. But wait, they want us to make another big one! Dear sleep, good night to you.