After a month long break….!!


No wait, actually it is one month and 20 days. But, I could not find a more suitable title.

My last post said that I am in love with Delhi. I surely am. I hope this love survives the battle of time.

Anyways, I was gone but I kept on reading posts and liking them.

I now feel I was kind of acting like a zombie in the past one month, I did nothing. Nothing at all. I came back to college. It is raining here in Bhopal and the city has turned amazingly and soothingly beautiful. Those of you who have visited Bhopal during monsoons would know.

This is my final year. The year where you get placed, go out on trips with friends (the one where you click pictures, take vows to be friends forever, upload the pictures on facebook and forget all about it in a year or two) and try and not fight with people around you as it is your last year. You can afford to behave, because as rude as it sounds you will never have to meet those stupid faces ever again.

I am trying to get a job. But, the funny part is there are no companies/law firms/PSU’s who are ready to come to campus to recruit. I am all ready. Trust me. I even bought a pretty white formal shirt to wear on the day some firm decides to land on our campus. I know the reasons, I know all of them. Bad economy blah blah !! I am hopeful and positive.

I get this sudden feeling sometimes that what will I do after the college gets over. This place has given me so much. I just wish to return all that I owe to the institution. But, ironically, I am somewhere happy that it is going to get over. Atleast, I can be with people I like to be. People who can talk sense, people who use brains and people who have the maturity to think beyond what they want in life. It was love at first sight when I entered this University, I now realise it was never because of the people here that I would want to come back, it will always be the sense of pride, the power of knowledge and the values that this place taught me to uphold that I will always be in love with my college.

I read yesterday that some 10-12 people in Bihar tried to stop an express train and got killed in the process. I mean seriously?? :-/ And then when the train stopped, people attacked the driver. What on earth is wrong with Indian people? We haven’t fully evolved or we have just shut down the working side of the brain because the expenses involved are too much for this poverty stricken country to bear.

Momsy and Popsy are the best parents. I have recently observed that they have started including me in discussions (the serious ones !!) at home. Be it anything, apart from gappa’s opinion being taken they also listen to me πŸ˜€

I have also decided that five years from today, I will adopt a girl child. I am not sure if my plans work as they are supposed to, but this is one thing I want to do, no matter how old I am. If the kid doesn’t already has a name, I will name her Tamanna.

I read this on facebook, “People usually have a family trees, mine is a cactus full of pricks.” How true !! πŸ˜‰

I will try and posts more regularly from now on. Happy Monsoons !! πŸ™‚

This is the garden inside the girl's hostel. That's me in the middle :)

This is the garden inside the girl’s hostel. That’s me in the middle πŸ™‚

View from the Library.

View from the Library.

The lake behind the college during monsoons :)

The lake behind the college during monsoons πŸ™‚

Green Green Campus :)

Green Green Campus πŸ™‚


4 thoughts on “After a month long break….!!

  1. chipmunk

    I will never sit and read a book in the library when I have such a beautiful treat right in front of my eyes πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ all the best, wishing to hooked up in one soon πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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