July 14, 2006

Walk On . . .

Move ahead. Rewind. Feels like you're still there. But can't be a part of it.

A new place. New people. Strange condition. I smell pretence everywhere. First Impression holds utmost importance. Interact. Move around. Make friends. Opposite sex is given special consideration. Their presence really affects the behaviour. Chicken Talk is a universal phenomenon (term coined by Gupta.. will explain some other day). No judgements need to be passed. Move away. Look from a distance. Enjoy. That's why I've been a loser in this area (~ of initial socializing). After two weeks at MDI, my neighbour, from my batch, asked if I was a senior. Perhaps I moved a bit too much away. For me it was a compliment. It's great to be known for not to be known. All this left aside, during the initial days mind had a stupid tendency to traverse back on the time-axis and rush towards the good old college. Whatever time it got from the extremely hectic schedule was spent with the people who met for a few years and went their ways. There's a nostalgic question mark over meeting them ever again.
Anyway, all that was initial effect. Place is actually good. People nice. I'm really glad not to be working and have an extended 2 years of college life. I've managed to find like minded people who don't believe in studies much. Movie a day keeps things great.
Ah!.. time for next one..