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 ;)