Kick Ass College.

Since last two months I am going to this place; The first college of my life.

It all began with PVR priya, asking her out for a movie. Yes, in front of what; a doctor, some in process post graduates, some just out of school kids, a future cricketer and what not.
Every one had his/her backgrounds and ideas. Everyone was correct.
Some had it in their eyes. The dream of becoming a news anchor, passion to play cricket, fervor to join politics, to change. Some of us were looking for a reason to be dedicated.
Some were here for nothing, just to leave behind something bad, to leave behind the past.
Some wanted to have that last experience; last experience before the matrimonial symphony.

Every one was different yet everyone was correct.

It had its moments.
The transformation from momos to bhel puri to chole kulche. We learnt. We grew.
Sometimes in CP, sometimes in metro. We clicked, we uploaded.
Angry faces, peaceful talks. We had it all. We tried it all.


From unknown roads, highways of memories were made.
From an unknown voice, a teacher was made.
From the nervous smiles, laughing faces were made.
From some college crowd, some lovely friends were made.


This all will halt. This all will end.
From shaking hands I want the hugs to be made.
Because all may go, hand may shake.
Lets hope this time, the hugs don’t fade.

Thank you.
Peace.

“From breaking the ice in session one, we are more than just ice or water, now. We are some crazy cocktail with a kick for every situation. Taste it. Beat it.”