Graduation – WTF – Finally!

I always thought Graduation was all about just some stupid degree in order to get a job.
It’s been four years and now I’m finally a graduate (Awaiting results though!).

There were moments when I regretted having taken the course I took. Also, there was this continuous urge to be done with it once and for all, and start living the life I always dreamt of. But now when I think of these things, I realise that these 4 years were the best 4 years of my life, and I have lived it to the fullest. I have embraced every moment (though I’m not a known giver of fucks), and I am proud of the fact that I have influenced the lives of my classmates in a bizarre and atrocious manner (my sincere apologies).
I cannot recollect how many times I wanted to punch my lecturers in the face (I hope I’m not alone), but its because of the very same people that I am what I am! Oh Yes! I definitely am grateful to my lecturers (now they’re more like buddies).

On my way back home, I felt a void in me (not literally). No more do I have to get up early and get my ass to class before the lecturer shows up. The marks and shit don’t seem to matter either. I don’t have to study all day and pass numerous exams. No more of the assignments, reports or whatever the fuck that was! Yet, I don’t seem to feel happy about it (Been there done that?). Its a feeling which is horribly good.

A South Park character named Butters once quoted – “ I’m sad, but at the same time I’m really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It’s like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I’m feelin’ is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid. 

I think I’ll just embrace this feeling and go to bed with a smile. Tomorrow, a beautiful new day awaits!
P.S – I always thought I was an atheist, but I realised I was wrong when the exam bell rang!

Here are the weirdest bunch of Idiots whom I now call “Friends“.


The Lunch Box

Hungry wolves scan through the desert, in search for anything edible. At the sight of food, they run sticking their tongues out hoping to get the biggest share of the pack.

This desert is my classroom, and the wolves, my friends. Like few others, I too take lunchbox to college everyday. When I had first joined college, I had hoped that I would be eating my lunch peacefully. But in reality, the lunch break scene is like one of those world war movies. People are running towards me from all directions. Some are even attacking from the back, trying to snatch away my precious food. One moment I look to the side and the next moment my box is gone! Disappeared into the battlefield.

Shilpa yelling from one side, Sushma trying to eat as much as she can quickly, Sachin snatching the box from Shilpa and running across the room. By the time Gurman thinks the lunch looks cute and shouts “Eeeeeeeeee sooo prettieeee”, the lunch is gone, and so are the wolves.

I just sit there with few others who lost their lunch box, and look at the emptiness of the box. It looks so clean, like someone just licked it completely.
As I put the lid back on the lunchbox, I think to myself, “Well its been cleaned so well, my mother wont have to wash it”.

The Journey


The helmet visor glitters as the first rays of sun

fall from the far right of the horizon.

Golden light shines through a pair of brown eyes.

Wind howls through the ears,

and the only other sound is that of a 500 cc engine

propelling a bike towards the Sun.

I am riding on a road

that runs through the heart of a desert.

The sunlight deceives my eyes

and I see gold everywhere.

As I ride through the desert,

into the golden sunrise,

I’m reminded of the beautiful past.

A past that has brought me closer to my dreams

and made me what I am today.

It’s taken me  years to get here,

And it was never about the destination.

All that mattered,


The Journey !