FREEDOM
I daresay I forgot that I had a blog too! But here I look at it now and realize I forgot a good many things in addition to this blog/all that was/ and there is to be linked with it! The need to express, the fear of comments at times(!) and blah blah blah which could be summed up as the need to have a digital outlet. The need is non-existent. I would have to ‘create’ the need if I wish to write now. I wonder why it ever existed!
juggy 3:59 pm on August 28, 2008 Permalink |
Congrats!! Welcome to the world of zombies now!
Oh and don’t be happy too soon, u r entering the world of cubicles where u become more suffocated than prisoners, believe me student life is more fun!
Zadexpress 4:07 pm on August 28, 2008 Permalink |
That was Fast!
Thank You!!
( its helping me stay preoccupied n not miss College life for now at least!) 
I’ve been getting the hang of the zombie world since the last 7months too. But can’t change the course of life (m realizing) so m Graduand happy matra vannuparo and…. Work happy ni ( vannaiparyo!) pet ko jo sawal cha …
dikshya 12:38 pm on September 1, 2008 Permalink |
Hey! haven’t read ur writing…still u must admit ‘Ranbir was assuring’..
Avinashi 2:43 pm on September 14, 2008 Permalink |
its wonderful indeed . Graduating is not a joke . congrats.I m waiting for this freedom too, but it seems like an eternity.
but of course , there is nothing called “free lunch” in life, u got to pay for everything, and this Graduation thing also is a huge price that u got u pay beack to life…
sangharsha 3:43 pm on September 22, 2008 Permalink |
congrats on graduation – it gives a relief – no matter how long it sustains..
& good write up on Freedom.
“… I wish I could lie facing the open skies on a sack containing coconut floating on the sea…”
this was nice.
chamatkaribaba 11:47 pm on September 27, 2008 Permalink |
Graduating!!Except that ‘graduation’, i never felt anything good after graduation. Life is harder after graduation and the fun part in college and especially Hostel life keeps on reminding me those good old days. i still remember how difficult it was for me to leave my hotel for the last time n say good bye to those rest of 79 friends. And, now, the kind of work and its pressure…………bho yasko kurai nagara.