A BACKPACK OF MEMORIES

After writing this piece i am gonna start packing.packing my clothes,my books and more importantly my memories and experiences in college.I came to college as a curious and gullible fool and i am going back the same.there is no difference between the me four years back and the me now.the only thing that separates me and my alter ego is that in college i have cleared some of the fog from the window of my mind.i am more open to new experiences.i am not as prejudiced as i used to be.and call it solipsism but i believe that friends,family,teachers,mentors and strangers are all a part of your consciousness.you exist because all of them exist.they exist because you exist.after college even my running shoes are a part of my consciousness.i carry them along whenever i go out of town.running is something i discovered in my college days and fell in love with it.those precious 2 hours in the day when all you think about is pain in your toes and sweat on your forehead with the sun shining over your head.2 hours of escape.2 hours of solace.2 hours of life in its most pristine form.and when you stop running all you can think about is air.all you concentrate on is breathing.and that my friends is the best form of meditation there is.something that lifts the fog off your mind. my running shoes.i wonder if sometimes they breathe too.because if they do.. good for them!!

now coming to the people you meet in college.now when you start meeting people in college you try to assimilate them.you try to ossify them in convention.you try to frame them in a stereotype.the talkative one,the stupid one,the smart one,a disingenuous one.you make true friends when you move out of these stereotypes.and again start viewing the world as if there is no convention.there is no right person.there are no good or bad people.its about some brain cells which start dancing and partying when you see someone you like.and whenever you meet them you feel happy.or you feel happy and you meet them.it goes both ways.happiness can be both a quotient and a remainder.its all there is.its the only secret behind a great friendship.what are the odds.it has to work both ways.when you feel happy and you meet a person you immediately like him.and then there are some people that make you happy.your true friends are the ones for whom this rule works both ways.happiness is both a quotient and a remainder when you meet them.

now coming to work.well i am a computer engineer now!! hurray!! but what exactly does this mean.i mean who is a computer engineer.someone who sits in front of the computer all day and tries to figure out what it is.and someone who thinks he can!! and the irony is he is supposed to know it by now.because he is a computer engineer!!! he is as ignorant as the rest of the world.he lives in his own realm of consciousness.that world where he is the smart guy.that world where people expect him to know stuff and he thinks he knows them.that world where he is considered as the sanest of the sane.someone riding on the back of the elephant called rationality.thats who i am.and this is the way i am escaping this fact.by writing it out on piece of paper.so that i know i am that fake sane guy.trying to escape his sanity by looking at it from the outside.

and then comes the best and the worst part of college.leaving.one day they come and tell you that its all over.you have become what you wanted to be.but now you want to be someone else.and then the entire landscape changes.you are set free in that sane rational world where all people care about is pieces of green and red paper.all of them including me have painted a picture on our consciousness.that of a person with lots of red and green paper.and we don't seem to be able to draw anything else on it.consciousness was the only drawing board we had and we have already drawn on it.and there isn't any time to search for the other drawing board.

with some luck i might find one for myself in the future.whatever it is it was great to be in college.and in COOL colloquialism "it rocked".