The things we do!

It’s been almost a year since I graduated from college and the memories are very vivid. I miss those times, when I used to sit in class and stare endlessly out of the window, with nothing to do but think of newer ways to kill time. I made some of the best people during the four years I was there. I was talking to a close friend of mine – Chuckie – who’s now in Sydney, doing her masters. We spoke on the phone for nearly an hour and she begged me to put up a blog about the good old days and I couldn’t turn her down.

There was a lot of things we did back then that got us into all kinds of trouble – we used to skip class and sit in the library, cooking up excuses to get drunk and even writing insanely obnoxious poems about the teachers! We were inseparable – but I think it’s more an attribute to my magnetic personality than anything! 😉 – and we  did most of the crazy things we planned on doing.

Once, I think we almost turned the whole class into a circus because of a fight we had. We started throwing accusations at each other and pretty soon, it was a proper brawl and had to broken up by the head of the department, who just couldn’t believe that we were almost 23!

Everything apart, I think that friendship is a bond that takes a long time to break, and sometimes, it doesn’t. I was blessed with some of the best people in the world during those four years and I am proud to say that we are all still best of friends. Distance can make it tough to keep in touch, but then, that’s a bad excuse not to. Right? 🙂


A better place…

Eight months of my life have been a blur. I vaguely remember being happy for some time, and I distinctly remember pain. There had been moments of self-pity and loathing, but I can’t be sure. It’s all a haze. There was also something akin to love. I think I’m sure of this. Bits and pieces of memory float in and out of my head – people, places, sounds, instances, thoughts, actions, voices – but none that I can be sure of.

It’s like being awoken from a coma. Things are clear now, but the last thing I remember clearly is looking down from the window of an airplane, 10,000 feet up in the sky and watching my home through a haze of tears and clouds. After that, it’s been more or less blurry completely. Things have been done, words have been said, books have been written and prayers have been sent, but I still don’t quite remember much.

This time round, though, the tears hesitate to come. Pragmatic voices hold them back. Relax, they say. You’re going to a better place.