Mirror mirror on the wall, has this guy changed at all??

This, my first post on my first blog,is just about me--me during my good ol' school days and me now, in this one heck of a place named KGP. There have been a few totally unrelated events in these last few weeks that have actually made me think about the school days-- when I found our farewell batch school T-shirt; when we had a small unofficial school reunion;when I went for a 2.2 ( or rather three of them!! ) with two of my buddies discussing on a major part about the yesteryear s, and invariably about school life ; when I found a letter once written to me by an old friend of mine---i had also written a few lines on buzz then... atleast a few people did click the 'like' button on that!!!


They say campus life changes you..what with all the independence, the 'hall tempo', the nightouts,the gcs,the core teams and the alum cells..the endless treats, the gpls and the boozes...the learning to travel on your own, the decisions you take yourself...the disappointments you face and the victories you celebrate....its a whole new world, a perfect place to "grow up "...i grew up too, or did I ?

Closing my eyes ( or should I say, opening them ) to the abhigyan of six years ago, I see a chubby little kid who has only three things in life to care about- his acads, his food and his friends- probably in that order, too!!!!; a kid who wakes up at 6 in the morning (true story!!!), goes to school, studies,has fun with his friends , comes back, watches some tv and gets back to studies.He stays put in his house when it is raining, he detests chocolate like anything, he promises his mother he will never drink alcohol, he works day in and day out to get through iit.

But life wasnt all that boring, some of my best friends were made during that period-- friends who still compete to be the first to wish me on my birthday, friends who cancel their birthday parties just because i am not available, friends who send me stupid forwards just to make me realise that they havent forgotten me , friends who still cry on my shoulders , who call me up whenever something important happens,friends whose letters i still carry in my wallet....

And then , I looked at myself in the mirror and a few recent incidents came to mind- my shopping on my own for the first time last year in Bangalore, how i made it on my own for two months in a completely new city, my first booze,the first time I shaved, the first time I ironed my own clothes, the first maggi and the first omelette I made--i have grown,havent I?But have I changed?

Few things make me say yes. The other day, there was a thunderstorm and I got wet in the rains-believe it or not-i actually ENJOYED it, i love to just lie on the grass and stare at the stars above, i love to dream,i love the cool breeze, i love chocolate, for god's sake i even go jogging daily these days---the chubby , studious little kid never imagined he would ever do any of this....

So.. i have changed...but my walls( hall day decorated :P) had something else to say....nahi re..main abhi bhi wahi hoon..woh jo faaltu ki bakwaas karta rehta hai...achaanak achaanak se load leta hai...useless pjs maarta hai, xam hall me gaana gaata rehta hai ...
u know what...i close my eyes again..have a closer look at that kid..

I see someone who is dying to spend more time with his friends;who sits at his desk,opens his books and thinks about how he can solve the problems his friends are facing; who likes studying maths and physics but doesnt really see the point of studyin sooo muchh;who wishes he had more novels with him than IITJEE books;who wants to spend more time on the terrace but doesnt because he needs to study,..........nope, I havent changed, I have become me , I have become what I have always been but never could be,I have just learned to express myself, I have grown but I havent changed..

Mirror mirror on the wall, what do you say?