Time flies when you don't notice.
And time has flown, or rather the significance of it has been felt recently.
Ask Fingerboy, ask LB. Or just read this post.
On August 17th 2010, The One and I made the transition from one educational institute to another, an institute that wasn't on the top of our lists. The difference between the two was evident, and welcoming to say the least. More freedom, less classes and newer people to interact. The One had just gotten into a relationship and it was the honeymoon period for the two. See what I did there, The One-The Two. Heh. Every song was about them, every beat was made for them. So naturally, he didn't really care about the transition, freedom or new people part of the deal.
The sweet deal of the change was the amount of football we got to play. It was almost 4 hours of the sport everyday! And we didn't miss a day, for football is almost close to us as the girlfriend was to The One. We met MM and Capt. Douchebaguette on the first day. We knew Sticky from before, so that was given. The Orientation part was fun, if your idea of fun was immature and pathetic. All of the seniors we met that time were the crassest of the lot and we had no interest bonding with them either, so WIN us. The talent of the ladies was another disappointment I have gotten used to over the two years I been in college. Slowly and steady we have something going on in life that was worth looking forward to. Initial impressions changed, the roster was filling up with newer buds and life was good.
The main postulates for this post are yet to come. They are the relationships I have made over time that are going to be unaffected over time. Let it be FingerBoy or Faujistan, Alpha Sierra, PK or WrigglyPoo, TweetTwit or Grammar Queen, LB or SS, all these people have made a lasting impression that are worth 7 reincarnations. I mean, if I am born a cricket in the next life, I will still chirp abut their exploits, the memories I share with them to other crickets. For life is a cruel mistress and we are merely men, I don't believe I am going to attain Moksha anytime soon. But I do wish if someone with the wrong marbles in one's head do write a book on my life, I want them to be in it. This is officially a hint to those know who to write my biography.
Life was so good, the good part lasted for more than an year. And then started the carnage that led to this blog in the first place. You have read the glimpses, and there are more, well kept under blankets. I would prefer it that way, for scenes can turn ugly on the mere mention of these incidents. Right now. Oh don't you worry, Rants is going to stick to it's name.
Ah, the Girlfriend Annihilation. After dating for exactly an year, The One split up with The Girlfriend, and The Girlfriend became the before mentioned The Ex. The breakup was ugly, took turns that weren't required and hence the annihilation. The One asks me not to go into details or The One and my family jewels are going to have a much awaited Fight Club scene. The one's methods may be crude, but yet are effective. I should grow a pair I guess.
Having written what I've written, a quick read doesn't fare up to the title. Yet trust the guy whose written. There were some brilliant times, there were some not so pretty times. There was love, there were fights. What is important is that I lived this journey and will continue to do so. I turn 20 soon and I quite haven't figured life out. I'm unaware of my purpose in life and it's sad, for time is short and it's flying away.
The next chapter begins in a few months and the coming months are just leaflets. I better hope the leaflets are worth the time, for I'm optimistic. Optimism is the key to the doors of the maze we're stuck in and I want out.
And time has flown, or rather the significance of it has been felt recently.
Ask Fingerboy, ask LB. Or just read this post.
On August 17th 2010, The One and I made the transition from one educational institute to another, an institute that wasn't on the top of our lists. The difference between the two was evident, and welcoming to say the least. More freedom, less classes and newer people to interact. The One had just gotten into a relationship and it was the honeymoon period for the two. See what I did there, The One-The Two. Heh. Every song was about them, every beat was made for them. So naturally, he didn't really care about the transition, freedom or new people part of the deal.
The sweet deal of the change was the amount of football we got to play. It was almost 4 hours of the sport everyday! And we didn't miss a day, for football is almost close to us as the girlfriend was to The One. We met MM and Capt. Douchebaguette on the first day. We knew Sticky from before, so that was given. The Orientation part was fun, if your idea of fun was immature and pathetic. All of the seniors we met that time were the crassest of the lot and we had no interest bonding with them either, so WIN us. The talent of the ladies was another disappointment I have gotten used to over the two years I been in college. Slowly and steady we have something going on in life that was worth looking forward to. Initial impressions changed, the roster was filling up with newer buds and life was good.
The main postulates for this post are yet to come. They are the relationships I have made over time that are going to be unaffected over time. Let it be FingerBoy or Faujistan, Alpha Sierra, PK or WrigglyPoo, TweetTwit or Grammar Queen, LB or SS, all these people have made a lasting impression that are worth 7 reincarnations. I mean, if I am born a cricket in the next life, I will still chirp abut their exploits, the memories I share with them to other crickets. For life is a cruel mistress and we are merely men, I don't believe I am going to attain Moksha anytime soon. But I do wish if someone with the wrong marbles in one's head do write a book on my life, I want them to be in it. This is officially a hint to those know who to write my biography.
Life was so good, the good part lasted for more than an year. And then started the carnage that led to this blog in the first place. You have read the glimpses, and there are more, well kept under blankets. I would prefer it that way, for scenes can turn ugly on the mere mention of these incidents. Right now. Oh don't you worry, Rants is going to stick to it's name.
Ah, the Girlfriend Annihilation. After dating for exactly an year, The One split up with The Girlfriend, and The Girlfriend became the before mentioned The Ex. The breakup was ugly, took turns that weren't required and hence the annihilation. The One asks me not to go into details or The One and my family jewels are going to have a much awaited Fight Club scene. The one's methods may be crude, but yet are effective. I should grow a pair I guess.
Having written what I've written, a quick read doesn't fare up to the title. Yet trust the guy whose written. There were some brilliant times, there were some not so pretty times. There was love, there were fights. What is important is that I lived this journey and will continue to do so. I turn 20 soon and I quite haven't figured life out. I'm unaware of my purpose in life and it's sad, for time is short and it's flying away.
The next chapter begins in a few months and the coming months are just leaflets. I better hope the leaflets are worth the time, for I'm optimistic. Optimism is the key to the doors of the maze we're stuck in and I want out.
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