It has been a long time since I sat down and wrote something in my journal or posted something on my blog. Actually it has been a long time since I sat down with a moment's peace. All this time it has been a frenetic circle of running and trying to keep up with a schedule. Apparently I have not had an easier time table in the past three years but even so, my alacrity suffers a dip which has no apparent explanation.
Final year of engineering is a funny period. Since everybody is studying engineering these days, this universal conclusion is not hard to derive. People badger you with the same questions that have are a part of an inconclusive loop that drags for twelve months. People grow an increasing reclusive nature, and honest opinions are hard to find. Parents are concerned and in some cases worried too. It is not wrong in any sense because what we kick start from here will be a very definitive force in shaping our future careers. Up till now, even though we were already inducted in a professional world, college life shielded up from the anomalies. From now on there will be no mass bunks from office hours. The boss will not extend the submission deadline if I don't manage the assignment in due time. No endless sitcom marathons. No incessant drooling. Time flies past quickly and by the time you realize, three months are already down the drain.
But I don't understand the constant cribbing and complaining. What if you don't get placed? What if you don't get admission in your dream post graduate school? How bad can it it get than this? Does it mean the end of road? Does it mean that it is the end of everything plausible?
No, not at all. Some frustration is bound it creep in because you expect certain results and if they don't turn out the right way things do get messy. But constant whining is not taking you anywhere close to it either. The funny part is people think am I doing all the aforementioned things. In reality I am sick of such people and this is the reason why I have shunned perhaps everyone in the past month and half. All you want is a short cut to success and drink your asses off (yeah fuck vocab) on the hostel roof top. I prefer a cup of steaming tea and my books rather than raising a hue and cry about every thing instead.
I don't want that man. And hence I won't whine, I won't complaint, I won't make shitty faces each time you see me. Yes I am no better than you, and it is still a long way to go. I am bidding by time, for it will come sooner or later.
Final year of engineering is a funny period. Since everybody is studying engineering these days, this universal conclusion is not hard to derive. People badger you with the same questions that have are a part of an inconclusive loop that drags for twelve months. People grow an increasing reclusive nature, and honest opinions are hard to find. Parents are concerned and in some cases worried too. It is not wrong in any sense because what we kick start from here will be a very definitive force in shaping our future careers. Up till now, even though we were already inducted in a professional world, college life shielded up from the anomalies. From now on there will be no mass bunks from office hours. The boss will not extend the submission deadline if I don't manage the assignment in due time. No endless sitcom marathons. No incessant drooling. Time flies past quickly and by the time you realize, three months are already down the drain.
But I don't understand the constant cribbing and complaining. What if you don't get placed? What if you don't get admission in your dream post graduate school? How bad can it it get than this? Does it mean the end of road? Does it mean that it is the end of everything plausible?
No, not at all. Some frustration is bound it creep in because you expect certain results and if they don't turn out the right way things do get messy. But constant whining is not taking you anywhere close to it either. The funny part is people think am I doing all the aforementioned things. In reality I am sick of such people and this is the reason why I have shunned perhaps everyone in the past month and half. All you want is a short cut to success and drink your asses off (yeah fuck vocab) on the hostel roof top. I prefer a cup of steaming tea and my books rather than raising a hue and cry about every thing instead.
I don't want that man. And hence I won't whine, I won't complaint, I won't make shitty faces each time you see me. Yes I am no better than you, and it is still a long way to go. I am bidding by time, for it will come sooner or later.
PS: This picture, it speaks for itself.
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