BACK!!

So many things to write about, and such utter laziness!! Thank you dab for the much required shove.

I bid adieu to my blog sometime around my birthday with great gusto. Fortunately, the self imposed exile didn't last for very long. So, my blog lives, to die another day!
Forgive me if it's rather rusty, but there are certain things I just needed to pen down. Of course, the ongoing mid-semester exams leave me with plenty of time to while away, even as the hurriedly photocopied notes beg to be read.

While talking to a friend this afternoon, it struck me with amazing clarity how much life in college changes people in general and me in particular. More than anything else, the random opinions and actions of equally random people have stopped affecting me. From the teenager who wanted everyone to like her, I've slowly but surely evolved. I mean the opinions of people still dictate certain actions of mine, cos I've never been able to wear the devil may care attitude with aplomb. But for the most part, I have outgrown my tendency to over-analyze every opinion I've heard about myself.

The more people I've met, the more I've realized that not everybody can agree to my opinions on life, the universe and everything else. And that sometimes, the differences in opinion make for very interesting twists :D.
I've always held my biases rather irrationally. I've passed judgement without a fair trial, but conversely, I've also always made friends unconditionally and without an acid test. The latter is obviously my fault, and at times, I've been really hurt when people turn out differently from my expectations. Now, I know better. We all use the word friend with too much liberty. At least I used to.

Of course, all of us have had our share of hypocritical acquaintances. But, it's OK. They are not without their redeeming qualities. Whether it be getting me the notes for a test, at 12 in the night, or giving me company on train rides back home or on dinner when the food in the mess was terribly bad, or perhaps, giving me a lift after a particularly exhausting meeting. Thank you guys. The only reason I can't call you friends, inspite of your many generous acts is that I can't blindly trust you to stand up for me.

As my KGP life enters it's final scene, I know that I'd consider myself really lucky if I left this place with even a handful of people I'd be friends with 10 years down the line. My CG would be a mere number then, gymkhana & poltu will be looked back upon with amusement, some really frustrating SF meetings would be a distant hazy memory, but I'll always remember the good times I've shared with some wonderful people I've met here and had amazing fun with. Those memories will override the unpleasant ones and the disdain with which I treat all things Kgp at this particular moment.

I believe I have my handful of friends, I'd want to stay in touch with. Do you have yours?