Skimming through the pages of an old copy of reader's digest, i had a glance on a picture. All i could see was the rear wheel of a cycle, sandwiched between a city bus and a heavily loaded truck. Rest of the cycle parts were on the road, all shattered and staggered. The rider was hanging mid air within a gap of 30 cm and his head was twisted in an unbelievable style. The description says that he survived besides suffering major injuries.....Unfortunate guy...
Even though the conversations were indistinct, i understood everything they were talking inside Placement & Training cell. Once again I had a glance on the photo. I had to correct my comment. The guy was really fortunate, compared to me. There are some times in college when you feel proud of yourself. Definitely, we will be on cloud nine. But there are certain other times when you feel that you shouldn't have come to this college, or opted for current course, or atleast you blame yourself for being yourself(May b u wont, but i do). So what was so unfortunate for me to have these feelings?....
There are thousand ways for being unfortunate. A college student is in midst of opportunities and i too agree that opportunities won't knock twice. For every man there are three concerns viz. money, lady and carreer. Well, i am concerned only about the last two. After a long break, it was like a festival when corporate giants came for recruitment. Software companies took the first hit. Even the brightest student who wanted to get placed to a core company was looking to find his name among the shortlisted candidates. I hated software and hence thanked my good luck to bear a "supply"(back paper), as the companies wanted candidates with a whole pass. Fortunate guy....But it took a long journey from Cochin to INS Agrani, Coimbatore, to regret myself where i was detained from attending SSB interview due to the very same supply. I used to dream about the fabulous interview. Besides my academic preparation and spending a lumpsum on my costumes, all my efforts went in vein. How unfortunate......
In my following college days i had to witness a good number of companies visiting for recruitment and everyone put forward the same demand - "No back papers". Some of the companies even had a demand for the top 20 students, but still i couldn't make it up. My hands were tied every time with the so called supply. Today, while listening to the conversations in P & T cell, i came to know about another recruiter. They too were looking for top 20, but this time they did'nt want any girls. I was sure that i would fall into top 20 boys list, but the sweet word called supply now seemed to be an effing nuisance. I felt sorry for myself. I tried to clear that supply, but failed. The recruitment was in perfect timing for me to keep a distance with the interview cabin. Really unfortunate.....I had regrets running through my mind for spending time,chasing useless craps. I should have studied, I should have performed well, or atleast i had to avoid bunking classes, which might have taken me to the interview board....Attendance do have weightage these days....But all my regrets sounded like a typical college stud. I could feel my tears swirling through out the campus, but my forerunners reminded me to look for the upcoming happy days......I could hear them saying - itz ok! Things will get better....
Thanx 2 the guy who named it "CRUSH". I really think that the word is quite meaningful. Just like a fizzy drink's can, while you open up soft corners with someone,you can really feel the energy fizzing up. You enjoy the first few sips. You have 2 choices. Finish the drink quickly with the full taste, or, drink slowly so that u enjoy few sips, but run out of CO2 and it tastes absurd...So is love. Its quite difficult to find someone matching our taste. While you find someone, u have only less time to enjoy the relation.No matter how tasty the drink was, finally, the crushed can finds a space in trash box...
Throughout my college life, i had crush on many girls. I even had a deep emotional feelings towards one of them, but could not express it properly. Now when i gathered courage to express it, itz too late. No more college days...But you really feel at sixes and sevens when you come to know that someone have crush on you too....Now i am in a confusion- Whether to go for the fresh can, or finish my drink and CRUSH it to the trash box?......
Quite unfortunate.......
Quite unfortunate.......
