Life after college.
Wonderful.

Its almost 1 am and here I, am not doing the gazillion things I need to, again. Resumes (yes, the time has really come) need modification, essays await writing, fat textbooks, fairly bursting with all that biology, lie coated in dust, toppling over one another on the dusty bookshelf.

Whatever. Midsem break’s almost here, I’ll catch up then or so I hope.

I love this lazy illusion of life that college paints. Its closest to my escapist world of the ideal (to where I drift off often).

In my fantasy world, we’d all be suspended in thin air and we could drift guilelessly from action to action, without causing a ripple in the fabric of our lives. Everyday would truly be a new story. We’d never grow old, would never need to learn from experience or plan for the future. We’d be able to freely indulge our addictions and consume limitless amounts of alcohol without conditioning our cells to turn into oil hoards. Gossip would be as innocent as I would like to imagine it is. Puzzles of love would be solved in simple equations. And home would have a permanent address.

A bunch of people who’d graduated last semester were over at practice today. They were practising for DumbC event at Tarang. But Tarang’s for Undergrads ( which only accounts for two of them)! Of course, they're the masters of the game and we could use some help, but is it only Tarang that has so many of my seniors still hovering around campus? I wonder...

I wouldn't surpised if i found myself inching around college after graduation. Might be nice to let some of this carefree air rub off on me and sweeten (what I imagine will be) gray days chained to the corporate. But I guess this post is entirely, a rose tinted vision.

Now I need to craft a resume so that the evil corporate will think me worthy of their shackles.