Reporting Live from the Suicide Point

"Life and People really don't mix" Yes.. It really does. It was the penultimate working day of my 1st year. I haven't written much about my college life. Here I am unleashing all my feelings in this post.

To start with, I'll say about my councelling. Everyone in my family insisted me to pursue ECE. I had no objection for that. The problem was about "Choosing College". Having got a good (It was good untill I reached my councelling hall) I thought I would end up pursuing in "SVC". I was unfortunate as I am OC. In a fraction of seconds, tons of college names came across my mind. My final choise was to pursue either in EASHWARI or in SAIRAM. Ultimately I ended up by clicking "SRI SAIRAM ENGG. COLLEGE, West Tambaram. Councelling Code:419".

I heard from the seniors in my area that "My college is a bit strict." Stictness doesn't matter to me at all then. Imagined a lot about my college in holidays. Surfed for its pictures in the net. Found many friends in orkut. From my school as many as 12 students got a seat in SSEC. But none of them are close to me. To be frank, I haven't talked to any of them much but for three(Anand, Srini, Pari). I thought I would be finding difficult to move on with new ones. I feared for it.

I never imagined my life would turn worser than ever as soon as I stepped into the college. I sat between Ramamurthi and Yusuf. Both doesn't know Tamil and I don't talk that fluently in English. Thank God, After a week Ramamurthi shifted his place. When life at college went on well, I was really missing something (or may be Someone). There were none to share my feelings with. I usually talk mainly with Yusuf and Barath. To say about Yusuf, He is not trustworthy person.(Till date). Then about Barath, He is always STUDIOUS. Moreover he is such a childish person (I don't know if he is pretending or not). He used to crosscheck everything many times. Like sort of Using two Thindukkal Locks for a single door. (He didn't do that. I am just stating an example). Sometimes to be too careful also hurts you. But still I am moving partly well with him.

But still in my college life I am missing those shoulders which came whenever I needed; I am missing those hands that gave a pat when I did good and gave a slap when I did bad; I am missing those eyes which understood my silence; More importantly I am missing those souls that shared my goodness and badness.

Even after end of the year, when anyone asks me "How is your college life?" I'll jus reply "Its Sick." They'll just give a what-the-hell-are-you-saying look. I am saying so because it is so.

After reading this post, you may think "What the stuff does this post consists? " Yup..This post doesn't consists any stuff. I just posted to inform, "My life at college is sick and Don't ever ask me how my life at college is?"