Serendipity

The petrichor through the window sends a pricking message of Déjà vu down my spine...  Monsoon is set and its freshness, all over again. Last monsoon… Gosh… and I forgot to wish my blog on its first birthday… (A sheepish grin but) sorry my dear blog… belated wishes.

 Three years… Yes… Six semesters is a long littoral long walk down life one would say. But it is just like three lights back, a puerile boy stepped into the main gate of GCT with a bag filled with hopes, dreams, anticipation, warmth and aspirations to do something out of the ordinary.

From an enthusiastic fickle fresher, who would love to explore places, pages and people, to a sloshy showy sophomore, always comparing the beautiful past to a famed future. And then opening up a new leaf as a junior with lot more responsibilities, rapports and repose, life has taken a giant-giant leap.

An hour of cheer with the wonderful people around, sometimes standing alone in the bus stand cursing the goddess of solitude, at times blushing when the special “She” smiles and remorse when the dears and nears forget him on the long drive. Sad… Being someone’s pet, and at the same time at other’s logger heads… Yes he’s learnt the sine wave of life. The transformation of the slap to a pat, the permutation of a scowl to a smile, the stint has been a turbulent hill ride.

Left at his own will to make a choice and handle the dalliance with his yepsen small, he is a Bayard to walk past fire, and at other instances gullible; finally landing up in his closet for a fard to hide those trickling down pearls of emotions. A Gobemouche, he is, to what others say and maintains an absolute obmutescence at the wrong times that makes him brood in pain.

Today he is grown big, a man strong enough to break the scrouging problems, to conflate a gambol with controlled hubris and to find the solutions which he failed in the incipient stages. Happy-go-lucky and tension free, there is always space for improvement, summed to his glee. Degree is just two letters, he says, but the lessons time taught him are numerous to lay.

I think everyone would have guessed by now – the person in the text – he is me.

Well, I must agree to another fact today, ‘A lot can happen over a coffee’ (Courtesy: CCD), it definitely got two people closer… very closer – the puerile boy who stood near the gate three years back and the one writing this piece of nonsense right now. But still the weather here has lent it some sense to take you down the memory lane. Hope it did…

Preparing my brewed resume

Gowtham