Gripped by nostalgia, I let my thoughts ramble down the memory lane, sifting through cached episode and escapades of the “4 year exile” ;as I dreamily scribble this down. Please bear with me if I tend to be far from my pithier self (though only at places..hopefully !!).
Last week it was our reunion, if you can call it one. For it was that clique which had distinguished itself from the teeming mass of humanity inhabiting the academe,that was convoking. I was all euphoric, cos it was time for a rendezvous with the lions (the brotherhood),in their den. To make it more explicit, I was gearing up to meet my friends. The elation was reasonable, after all they (read friends) were the best thing to have happened to me in the last four years.
Actually we had got around to procure the certificates and grade sheets, but we were happily unmindful of that after conglomerating. Though it had been just over a month and a half since we bid adieu, it was some inexplicable sense, that was demanding indulgence as a manifestation of the gaiety, after being in dumps ( clearly a product of ‘the separation’ blues!) for weeks now. I had difficulty in making sense of the adage “social animal”, it was now pellucid,beyond reasonable doubts.
We all got together by Friday night and it was deemed to be a long night,as we would remissly chat away to glory. We never bothered to speak sense, for obvious reasons cognizance was tending towards absurdity (pun intended). We made merry like there was no tomorrow. Two days in hostel, we could not ask for anything more.
In spite of cautious efforts, not to let the peevish admin staff (of the college) to get on our nerves, they were successful in annoying us. But we dint let that bother us too much, there were ample reasons to be happy about. We made quick work of acquiring the necessary documents and made sure we don’t laze around the admin block for too long.!!
It was Sunday, the ephemeral blitheness was nearing its end. We were back on our way, clearly fighting to conceal the emotions as dysphoria was slowly setting in, its high time we reconcile to reality; But things are easier said than done.
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well charan…first congrats to u….u seem to hav gr8 vocabulary….now then…i very well knew…distinct,lil complex,heavy words…do add to reputation and creates respect if not interst….but if u take my advice…ur using it a bit more than advisable level..(my opinion..)…atleast try to restrict more than 2 words in a sentence…or may be one in a line…well…its not maths…its shud be delibrately done that reader founds himself surprised by narration rather than searching around for meaning(thou’ words r not too complex..)…jus try to guarantee a smile(w.r.to usage of words)….jus remind of chetan bagat…his natural style and words…..well…i might not be a gr8 writer but i knew a good critic…..i hope ur matured enough to know 1 critic is worth 5 appreciations…….carryon the gud work….keep up the spirit…..!!!!! (saravan-infy2008 for yo ref..)
Very well written.We had a nice time in our hostel.
Nice one.
@saravanan
am really happy tat u ve patiently gone through my junk….!!
its not tat i intentionally add heavy words to flaunt around its jus tat i pen down tat occurs to me.Am open to such healthy criticism.. i ll try to mend my style
well written!
You just invoked nostalgia in me dude!.
“Two days in hostel, we could not ask for anything more.”
I second saravanan a bit. Narration was excellent. But excessive use of the queen’s language make a guy with average vocab feel a tad uncomfortable. One step back on your style, and you’ll be a hit with the blogging community.
Oyi Maa! Kya Faadelu hai baaap! NOM