College memoirs

It has been a year since I left the college. Cutting back, Time flew so fast and in between, it has tattooed me with lots of reminiscences. Today when I revive those buried days, i get lost.

College life is reckoned as the best of academic career, both in terms of marks and merry making. Bunking classes, proxy, sleeping in the class and paying canteen bills were daily routines. A morsel of college goer puts in their hard work on studies, while others overwhelmed by the college fever and excited to explore the extravagant days. It is a stage where one episode of life unfolds and annals of history are created.

In First semester, everybody is cautious about the money spent on education. However, as the time progresses, this cautiousness, obliviously, fades away. And looks and books become least bothered. Gradually, the focus on academics declines. Nobody reminds to return library books; nobody cares even if the same t-shirt was worn for a week or two, for parents were phone calls away. A night long study was enough to pass the exam with low grades. Remaining semesters followed the same pattern and lots dreaded to attend college.Irregular folks were credited with back papers and it often took extra years to complete.

The living standard resembled celebrities’ life orbited by well-housed electronics including cars and bikes.Every house was seen with internet connected laptops and cabled television. Some even owned sofa sets to feel homely. Jamming up, going out for a ride; clubbing and weekend movies were some of the common trends. Those loaded lord clothed branded,when window shopping became only option for heroes with zeros.Owning a bike was an opportune to active night revelers.

Dating was inevitable because many were still virgin. Some fell in love instantly and for some, it took years. Some bravely confessed their romance and made successful love story which perpetuated. Many couldn’t express; rather, whispered through their eyes and concealed behind computer screens, loving at the speed of Internet and ended as they logged out from Facebook. That’s why many love stories remained ephemeral.

Parents were remembered only at the month end. House rents were delayed often resulting in warnings from the owner. Once the house rent was paid, kitchen requirements were stocked. Remaining money was lavished on edible items and cloths. If it served a month, expeditions were planned. Fibbing was one way of squeezing money from parents. One who handled money wisely had no trouble in management, but most lacked the skill and blew it off luxuriously.

In the end, majority knew the exhilaration of the frenetic rhapsody of chemicals, the adrenaline rush of an alcohol buzz and the ecstasy of doping high. Excitedly, nobody would have missed out a chance to experience the pleasure of unrestrained sex. And then they journeyed back home-deflowered, along with testimonial of degree certificate.