To Mr.Last & Ms.Final . . . .

It has been  along time since I’ve logged into my account. I guess this is the first post of the year. Critics-Today & Indian Traditional Music made me inactive for a while. With A R Rahman’s latest RAAVAN in the background I feel energetic enough to comment on few preoccupied thoughts & give a new beginning to my Diary.

It’s time to decelerate theoretical study and start practical stuff with a good momentum. The time has come, to wind up college days and join my dream company. Well, there’s a month more to go. Happy for all success I enjoyed and for the B.Tech degree in Chemical Engineering.

How much am I worried about leaving this institute? Well, my friends started pumping lots of final photographs, videos, literature into facebook and orkut. Every time I see this kind of stuff, I question myself about my view of these final days. Well, I am least bothered about leaving this institute or any other stuff here. I am trained to change my place every 3rd year of life. I had to change six schools to complete my 10+2. This is the longest period I ever lived in a single place. And, I don’t mind to change six more. The moment I write this, you would start sorting and omitting my name from rational beings.

What am I losing when I go back home without a collage or video of my pals and institute? How bad is my memory to lose all the picturesque shots I captured every moment?

Well, my social life in this campus is not great. I hardly interacted with a few classmates of mine. Hence, my stay here is more of repetition. Who wants to capture and recollect the things which you have repeatedly done for four years!

I never felt the last thing when I finished my internship or when I left my college or school. How is that someone can laugh when other are weeping? Well, let me see if something can really happen in farewell.

I think am going crazy about this final stuff. Please don’t refer me to a psychiatrist.

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