Not words. JUETian.

Last time I wrote here , I was counting on myself for a next article on CWG and later on Ayodhya issue too. I accept with regret ,and you know it too ,that i couldn't ,not because I didn't wanted to but only because I wasn't having a cup of mommy's coffee in my hand and all the time in the world to enjoy drinking it.

I am confessing a fact here you might not like , I don't have any good phrases or thoughts up in my mind to write in here, this time .I am just saying my heart ,another facade of Juet you might have missed to witness.

There's something I feel when I pass under the boulevard of morning trees ,under the quiet chirrup of birds , while sitting on the pavement along the broad line separating the only two phases of the life we have there . When I see the sky slowly going red with a shy smile ,like a teenager describing how beautiful the night was ,then going gray and finally defiant blue as if preparing for the strong sun which it has to stand before to save all his little loved ones living down on the ground so that they may admire the beauty of another night.

The feeling I am talking about is the only thing that made me visit this page again and , seriously if you haven't closed the tab yet, you are going to find it worth .Something that has nothing to do with being in a isolated, fenced land, middle of nowhere ,separated with nothing but dust for miles in all directions ,but metaphorically only because of the same reason.

When I know that I am so far from every thing that can make me feel materialistic , I know that this is the only place for me to be. The few seconds of eternal peace which I crave for , which I am missing sitting here with mommy's coffee in my hand are the only reason you are reading this. 'Cause reader ,believe this one ,if you haven't feel this you are missing a part of yourself which you will leave here after a couple of years and that part is going to be the only faction of you that is going to keep the 'you' alive in yourself .

Get back and find that small of you hidden somewhere amongst the desks of Lt ,the rooftops , beneath plastic tent of Prakash's , in a corner room in hostels , or in the green soccer field ,or a place anyone else haven't been yet.

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A lone night spent alone.

The fox fancy the grapes on a high tree but finds them sour after getting tired of trying to reach them.

Back at the hostel, in between the tasteless food, unbearable classes, the campus walls which feels getting close on me till I get smothered , i usually sit alone on my balcony with my play list having lyrics like "I try so hard ","where am i?", "How can i be lost?"."What have i done?". I sit there sometimes for hours with breeze against my face, remembering home. All the home holidays feels like days of Adam. Just to console myself i usually set a reminder of the nearest day to home, at night i make my friends to plan about reserving berths. If successful, i find myself awkwardly happy to look at the tickets saying "destination Nizzammuddin". I keep it in my wallet so that i may look at it now and then.

Then finally after getting through tests ,teaching each other, refusing to teach then fighting over it, after waiting endless wait comes the day for packing. At this time, as happy I am , enjoy observing all those around me packing, an unhidden happiness on their faces,an excitation which they can't help. They suddenly start behaving kind to one another at places where some weeks ago they might have cussed and mocked the same person so badly that he would have remained stunned for a while. A week ago,two students who were ready to give each other drinks of venom with their own hands (along with a smile), give each other a farewell hug so good that a blood brother might feel out of place. The only unspoken reason for this transformation is so that they may give them a call and talk for a little while,for we all know how bad it feels if they do not.

Home surely feels like bliss but the sweetness of the fruit slowly fades away, not because of getting used to family members. No, they are always a pleasant ambiance, but because we suddenly miss that gross food, not because that we still are very unsuccessful in finding worst taste but for the chat we used to have in between. The TV no longer entertains because it no longer have the uninvited comments, because sports no longer have the cheering, because the tea no longer have the leaves of friendship, because the snacks taste different when somebody else pays for them, because they are so much more than memories.

The night full of stars used to be sad because it didn't have any one's appraisals,no one had the time to look up.

Now,it didn't matter,it was just a lone night spent alone.

here we go once again

The calender tells me it is already 6Th of July.A little more than a week to the day when our campus once again go through the every year routine and choruses of new faces.Every new face bringing something unique to add to the heaped talents of our campus.Albeit I've only been through my first year but it feels like an every year event to me.Every student in his latter years in campus always find his first year in some fresher.It amuses him in its own way to see how he was back then in his first year.First year always holds a special place in every student's heart.No its not all the repelling memories of ragging and senior bullying ( if they have some )but it is always the happy ones,getting in the room ,meeting the roommates,going to class, all for the first time.It doesn't seem so grand but has its place on personal level.It becomes one of the very few paradigm shift in their lives.Going college,stepping over the teen life,leaving just one i.e getting into professional crowd.But its all a very distant future thing for any first year.For now,he just wants get along and get along well with his gang.

It is said that a first year student performs his best in first year and the saying have a good reason behind it.Obviously when you enter second year,new teachers have nothing but your GPA to make a image or to stereotype you. Follow my advise and don't go messing around with your studies neither overdo it.To put it other way,don't make the teacher recognise you amongst 60 students.I did the same and not knowing it that I was doing it good.You're getting me wrong if you're thinking that I'm against 9 pointer.That will be best case scenario but also a "5 out of 50" one.Well,if you're not in those 5,then play along being a obedient student ,do your assignment(hardly takes an hour ,plus enriches your preparation) ,maintain 85+ percentage,that will be your wild card.Imagine the teacher giving you internal marks and you've around average marks in test,he don't know you well so he looks at your record,nothing dirty you have there,he looks at your attendence ,there you will get the upper hand, 85% of attendance will get B+ at least.

I red an article which said that the key is to talk the teacher into giving you grades,that's surely a shrewd but effective way to get your grades.But what if you don't have the charismatic skills? Then you'll find the above way handy. Okay, so gear up for another semester,don't take our college as lifeless,it is only how you take it.How much life you have in your living only depends on your attitude.See you there ;)