Amit Goes Blogging

That, which doesn't kill you, strengthens you. I endorse these words having spent 7 long years in academic confinement. Now, when I have done my time in that condemned institution, I regret the wrong choice I made in opting for engineering.  My memory takes me to the hostel-life. The first year was a fight for a place in the boisterous crowd of hard-baked sadist. I found myself a misfit in that cradle of wild beliefs. Staying peaceful was cowardice, exploiting others was finesse. Utilising time for anything apart from gossip was not tolerated. I still made it into the second year. I chose to stay alone and went headlong in pursuing my interests. For the first time I was all to myself with none to question me. I bought a tape-recorder; bought a good many cassettes; freely read non-academic books, which I couldn't under my father's regime. Gossip was a major time-killer. I developed a taste for it. I literally forgot the purpose of staying away from my people. The result: I

During my college days, the idea of a relationship with the fair sex had always tugged at my heartstrings (it still does); whereas, boys, who infested my life, had always been a nuisance (they still are). Boys around felt the same. Hit with boyhood syndrome, we always flocked together at tea-stalls, college canteen, or languished in our rooms. Each lauded his achievements to which none was a witness. Some boys accomplished their life-work on the train; some had their first lessons in love-making from the servant-maid; some, while in school, were regular visitors to the house of ill-fame and women of easy virtue swore by their libido; some even claimed to be happy victims of child molestation at the hands of girls in their neighbourhood. Even I concocted stories in self-glorification in that I was a hot favourite among girls at school. My appearance betrayed my claim. Everyone had a glorious past but a sad present. We spent time gossiping about others' affairs; heaping criticism on