Many a realisations, quite a few epiphanies, a series of unnecessary controversies and finally some gazillion bucks worth of memories later, here I am, 3 years down with my graduation and 1 year for which I am truly raring to go.The third academic year at Symbiosis was nothing short of a spicy and overdone screenplay of a highly dramatic sitcom, add to it an audience which seems to think it has an important role to play and controls so much more than the viwership.
The year began on a usual studious footing, where the focal point as usual for me was academia and all revolving realms of it. Little did I know that a whirlpool of wild, wacky and weird incidents and occurences would soon sweep me off my very preserved and guarded little base. My boot camp was being threatened by an enemy which I had unknowingly and innocently estimated to be as harmless as my naive own self. Alas! My fool's paradise was attacked by the common enemy of all youth revelling in rebellion- SOCIETY! If the 5th semester was a great learning experience, then the 6th one was a great teaching one where I absorbed way more than lectures or active participation in college could have taught me. I was at the verge of an explosion, set in motion by factors unknown to most, but spoken about by all involved or uninvovled. It is highly entertaining to sit back and watch where people's imaginations can go once let loose to run free. The kind of things you hear about yourself are not just funny and fabricated, but sometimes also marvellous since you discover sides and aspects to your own personality which you never even thought you possessed. Maintaining silence and not clearing the air about issues which have been slowly but steadily eating up the insides of most gossip mongers is like gifting all of them a clean canvass to paint whatever their heart desires. Trust me, the end products are worth an hour long & breath free -WOW! If the truth is not revealed and let out, ugly; monstrous; amusing; bewildering; hurtful yet brilliant stories are created which actually prove to worth hours of enteratinment. I guess every Industry requires some fuel to function smoothly, and ours - Fashion and Media- runs on this super squeeky and spontaneous set of fables all cast to keep the buzz going.
Anyway, so after my senses felt numb by the attrocious atonement that I was sent to, it seemed like I was back, to life; to reality with a vision clearer, heart stronger and head held higher than before. It was true I had spiralled down a tunnel not so pretty from the inside, but what was more true was that I was as lost as little Alice, being thrust upon the downhill to go tumbling and toplling to provide merry mirth to my mocking mortals. It was good that someone found it funny and had a long laugh, atleast something was bright and positive about the whole eerie greyness that clouded my claustrophobic portals. Losing the direction whilst on your journey is sad, but losing the purpose as well is where it gets really sad. I was a victim of both, but it seemed like I had indeed indulged in something good as well before I began this tedious tale of torment and tumult. I was lost, more so than ever, and was almost giving up hope, when I felt and sensed an unbelievable miracle. There was none but one, fearless than the rest, better than my best, a ray of hope of light and might, and ray which came blessing me with my sight. At a time where the final fatal strike was just seconds away from hitting the right spot, came something which turned all the necessary tables and shining peerlessly like a Full Moon where one could barely expect a crescent. One cannot question life or the riddles one is greeted with at most times, since every single riddle holds an answer which will prove to be worthy in future. Whatever the universe is conspiring for will surely make sense in the long run and it is this belief that makes or breaks a survivor.
So the story which was true, finally concluded on a happy note. I lost a lot on my way, but was left with exactly what I had began waging a war for. The peers, the faces, the feelings, the promises, the expectations, the reactions and the words changed, but in the end it all made sense, it all felt just 'perfect'. A lot was excahnged, a lot was said, a lot was shed and left behind, but what became the most preserved and powerful memory and went to get locked deep down in my heart was just the honest truth and I was nothing short of happy or satiated with that. I got what I wanted and was blessed to end up with the few who were better than the new. My unsure footing was now beginning to find faith in itself and my steps were now steadier than ever.
The year began on a usual studious footing, where the focal point as usual for me was academia and all revolving realms of it. Little did I know that a whirlpool of wild, wacky and weird incidents and occurences would soon sweep me off my very preserved and guarded little base. My boot camp was being threatened by an enemy which I had unknowingly and innocently estimated to be as harmless as my naive own self. Alas! My fool's paradise was attacked by the common enemy of all youth revelling in rebellion- SOCIETY! If the 5th semester was a great learning experience, then the 6th one was a great teaching one where I absorbed way more than lectures or active participation in college could have taught me. I was at the verge of an explosion, set in motion by factors unknown to most, but spoken about by all involved or uninvovled. It is highly entertaining to sit back and watch where people's imaginations can go once let loose to run free. The kind of things you hear about yourself are not just funny and fabricated, but sometimes also marvellous since you discover sides and aspects to your own personality which you never even thought you possessed. Maintaining silence and not clearing the air about issues which have been slowly but steadily eating up the insides of most gossip mongers is like gifting all of them a clean canvass to paint whatever their heart desires. Trust me, the end products are worth an hour long & breath free -WOW! If the truth is not revealed and let out, ugly; monstrous; amusing; bewildering; hurtful yet brilliant stories are created which actually prove to worth hours of enteratinment. I guess every Industry requires some fuel to function smoothly, and ours - Fashion and Media- runs on this super squeeky and spontaneous set of fables all cast to keep the buzz going.
Anyway, so after my senses felt numb by the attrocious atonement that I was sent to, it seemed like I was back, to life; to reality with a vision clearer, heart stronger and head held higher than before. It was true I had spiralled down a tunnel not so pretty from the inside, but what was more true was that I was as lost as little Alice, being thrust upon the downhill to go tumbling and toplling to provide merry mirth to my mocking mortals. It was good that someone found it funny and had a long laugh, atleast something was bright and positive about the whole eerie greyness that clouded my claustrophobic portals. Losing the direction whilst on your journey is sad, but losing the purpose as well is where it gets really sad. I was a victim of both, but it seemed like I had indeed indulged in something good as well before I began this tedious tale of torment and tumult. I was lost, more so than ever, and was almost giving up hope, when I felt and sensed an unbelievable miracle. There was none but one, fearless than the rest, better than my best, a ray of hope of light and might, and ray which came blessing me with my sight. At a time where the final fatal strike was just seconds away from hitting the right spot, came something which turned all the necessary tables and shining peerlessly like a Full Moon where one could barely expect a crescent. One cannot question life or the riddles one is greeted with at most times, since every single riddle holds an answer which will prove to be worthy in future. Whatever the universe is conspiring for will surely make sense in the long run and it is this belief that makes or breaks a survivor.
So the story which was true, finally concluded on a happy note. I lost a lot on my way, but was left with exactly what I had began waging a war for. The peers, the faces, the feelings, the promises, the expectations, the reactions and the words changed, but in the end it all made sense, it all felt just 'perfect'. A lot was excahnged, a lot was said, a lot was shed and left behind, but what became the most preserved and powerful memory and went to get locked deep down in my heart was just the honest truth and I was nothing short of happy or satiated with that. I got what I wanted and was blessed to end up with the few who were better than the new. My unsure footing was now beginning to find faith in itself and my steps were now steadier than ever.
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