Dreams

Dreams, you can't control, Dreams, you can't hide

Dreams you have been suppressing, Dreams that never died.

It's our sixth semester, one more year  for us to be safely caged in our college lives before we enter into the bizarre competitive world. The very idea is freezing me inside. Not long before I was dying to break the bars and now I find myself sitting in a dark corner, stupefied, doodling my new start point when all of this will come to an end... Ishhhh! To be on your own, it's a hard thing to think upon, isn't it? Today when I see my future rivals, I get these goose bumps; If you find people denying the adrenaline rush, then either they are too good and believers of their own art, or are simply lying. But anyway who I am to say!

The good thing happening to me presently is (honestly I never expected I would be averring this in my four years of Medicaps but nevertheless ) I am sort of enjoying college. Haha ! You may end up calling me capricious as my GRE aspirants friends do but really what seemed a bore an year ago has turned into a fun ride, more or less. Canteens food is tasty, conversations with the philosophical guy never seems to end, there is a hot CC to drool over, the good friend made in the first semester has turned into one of the best chums now, the CAT girl and her CAT crazy stuff appears a lot funnier than they used to, the guy who would poke you, slap you and play with your hair and constantly vex you during the six hours period makes the lectures bearable indeed, the backbenchers and their constant contribution to noise pollution is good in a way that teachers never catch your pranks plus you also have a laugh or two! There are dozens of other reasons for me to bask in these times spent in school! I mean grad school.

Coming back to dreams, I wish to turn into that engineer who has nothing to do with even the E of engineering after college. You know those Chetan Bhagat or Varun Agrawal types. Cargos and a Tee, bag pack and a messy bun, Nike shoes and shades and I am off to my paradise clicking masterpieces. It's amusing how I have love for both the elegant Indian cotton saaree look with a hot blouse and a lil' eye makeup and the one described formerly. I think I can manage both. Ummm yep! A lot of day dreaming in the sixty minutes drive to college and a daffy chat with me regarding my after grad life may give you a lunatic struggling woman look but hey! I really mean each of that dreamy conversation I might have with you. I do!

 You know I hate Arijit Singh and his lovey dovey songs, makes me feel so single this Valentines. hmph! :P Then there is this friend asking me to deliver the rose and a chocolate to his girl friend for he is unable to is like a churiii pierced into my heart, or was that an intentional joke played on me? Ooooo! I loathe such deadpan humor! Grrr!  But Noo!! I don’t  really mean any of it. It's just the innate drama queen in me speaking. I don't feel a single who is ready to mingle right now. I smell more like an ambitious dame who although is cozily sitting in her parents nest, but inside her is a volcano ready to erupt and melt the world with her talent. Oooo such are my dreams...

...and I am a believer of dreaming BIG. 

Pakhi

PS: Of course expect my future entries also to be based on career and ambitions, aim and competitive exams          and how my weak lil' heart deals with all the undue pressure. I may surprise you with few placement              interviews too! Stay tuned!