Just for a few thousand bucks.....

Before I start writing this blog , let me tell you all this is an old blog , 1 I wrote in my diary few months back, just copying it to a safe and easy to read place, after all Georgia is much easier to read than my handwritten font.This is how it read on my diary.

JUST FOR A FEW THOUSAND BUCKS.......

More than 3 weeks have passed since I came to bangalore. This is the first time in the 24 odd days that I am feeling this low. Searching a reason for my existence , well then everybody at some point of time does.I am more than a thousand kilometres away from my home; away from more than half of my friends, far far away from college, my college that used to be , that was.Seems everything has sunk in the ocean of time.My mind seems to be quite disturbed with something, what exactly i donot know. May be the phobia of the exam ahead, may be with some kind of loneliness, what exactly I am yet to make out.When Susant passed me a fag, it seemed to be very much the same friendly hand which used to pass on the cigarette in college. The smell of Patia springs and autumns still lingers fresh in my mind. I still remember the first day in college, how I met everyone, each 1 of my friends, each of my crush, and finally how every1 left. Nostalgic , remarks Susant. Well today its not just about friends, its about everyone, my family , my grandparents , when again I am going to meet them, spend some time with them. Life , till now, used to be so easy , I can feel the difference, may be a bit too early. Independence does not come for free, now I know that.Gone are those days when Mom would come and wake me up at 6 in the morning and I would simply not agree to come out of my cozy bed.Gone are those days when i was forced to take a nutritious breakfast. When my parents placed their caring hand on my forehead whn I fell ill, when i got scolded heavily for doing the things I thought were right and my parents thought otherwise.Now I know. Those days of college crushes , the days of cricket matches with extra-ordinary rules.How every1's leg was pulled , no one was spared, not even teachers, how I danced with my friends on picnics and parties. The night long chats with unknown id's , the diwalis and holis, the khattis and those creative PJ's, the pranks, college annual functions and scrutinising each faculty before they do that with us.Again and again I am asking myself,what to choose, all this or the life that I am living now. And if some1 tells me,life's like that boy, then i should say it sucks.

A man's destination is not his destiny. Life goes on!! And now it is going on just in the lure of a few thousand bucks.Wish I could perform a rollback operation and kill Pandora.

Hearing this Susu, most of you must be remembering him, smiles in his typical way and says, "Dude, everything is destined". Let it be then...