The semester that was

There are no complaints,no hectic pace,no waking up in the morning hearing ma mom scream, no rushing towards the bus stop, no last minute pleading to dad to drop me to college.This is heaven,which i call STUDY HOLIDAYS.There is lots of popcorn,lots of channels to surf,lots of books to read( not the BIG engineering books),lots of stuff to do and the good thing "Iv time for all these luxuries".Constant reminders from parents that i ought to study ,vaporises fast into thin air as i see the calender 30,31,1,2......12....lot of time i assure myself.The books on ma table seems like a big baggage which, if i get a chance would like to throw it out somewhere.This semester i worked real hard,burning midnight oil,trying to score what i believed was beyond ma dreams.This was the best semester ever not in personal terms but, academically the best.Some great subjects, great professors,great classes,good notes and ya the pride that i take in saying"HAVEN'T SLEPT DURING ANY OF THE LECTURES THIS SEM".Great feat by the way!!!

On the personal front it wasn't the best of times.I struggled to keep up ma relations,some lost for ever.I missed out on the tour, missed on the very word"FUN".Why the hell it took me long 3 and a half years to postmortem the human side of people around?.The twists and turns in the story, attempts to reach the social ladder, consumed by ego,neglect and goes the dark list. It took me so long to understand "WHO'S WHO".I'm glad at least iv a single person whom i can ring in the middle of the night and say"Its lonely huh?".I was totally wrong about her,and when i crossed over to her side i realised that with a heavy heart.We talk about it at time to pierce away those awkward moments.The time we lost in getting to know each other owing to mental differences.Its all sorted and we find solace in each others words.We have just one more semester before College life gets officially over .Time to mend or Time to be what we are.Its up to me to decide what i want.