A Million Ways

Greetings from my humble abode in which I have wasted time making myself a couch potato, gaining valuable experience in TV serials and reigniting my love for books. For this, I have to thank a lot of my friends, for helping me rise from a terrible disease, the likes of which I will not name here. (I love a bit of drama, arising from my love of Lord Voldemort being called You-Know-Who) People I have to thank will be in a post-script at the bottom of the post

I come back, fresh from quitting engineering (which, quite frankly, I loved), and restarting my life in an obscure (maybe not for a lot of people) field called BMM. And for the last time, this has nothing to do with Blackberry Messenger! It’s called Bachelor of Mass Media. And for some other obscure reason, (refer to my Mom for this) I decided to join a college which I will call UPG, as it’s extended form causes me a great deal of embarrassment. It’s an offshoot of the great, exalted (I wonder why) Mithibai college.

What I was ashamed about, without reason, was that I was joining a class where most of my colleagues would be 4 years younger than me, and everyone my age would have completed graduation. So, imagine how nervous I was when I went to college on the first day. First person I met was a nice guy named Anmol Sachar. We talked for a while before entering our classroom, where we met another kid named Mustafa, who was reading a book I’d already read. Okay, this was when I thought, ‘I think I can make this work’. The first thing I realized after a few days was how creative everyone in my class was! I mean, granted, their written English was terrible, but they were really nice to me. I even received a few ‘”You don’t look 21″s from some of them.

Who doesn’t like to be called young? Well, narcissistic old me does love to be called young. It’s really wonderful to be in an environment that has people like Vishal, Anmol, Sidd, Shreya, Deep, Angad, Rachna and the other guys who are so talented, they blow my socks off. You people never cease to surprise me. It took me a while to settle in, but I feel quite at home now. Sure, I get a bit irritating, with my obsession about correcting people’s spellings and grammar, but it’s a lot of fun when people ask me how a word is pronounced. That feeling you get that you’re out of your depth, I get that a lot nowadays. A day or two after we’d settled in at college, we were made to play a game where they pinned a paper plate on our back, and people had to write the first impression they have of us. It was a fun way to break the ice, and get compliments or insults from anonymous writers.

But I digress. I wrote this post mainly to tell all my classmates at UPG that I love you guys, and to get some of my writing flair back into action. I’d like to say that you people still surprise me with every passing day and I hope to write better posts in the future. This is probably one of my crappiest posts, but it works, i hope.

P.S: Also, UPG people, please better your General Knowledge!

P.P.S: People I’d like to thank (and please comment on this post if I’ve forgotten you). It’s quite a long list, so be patient! Siddesh, Malu,my mom and dad, Siddhu, Amrita, Pranav, Baba, No-bar, Sakho, Priyam, Mojo Jojo, Chaithra, Shweta, Sontakke, Dada, Patrick, Parshva, Bau Bau, Mushtafa, Winder, Cholla Mama, Mughal, Chumar and a lot of other people whom I don’t recollect now. I could never have done it without you guys. Good luck with your lives!