When The Musics Over

So I finally finish my engineering, another milestone achieved. My Alcatraz is over, the debt to the society paid. Long before I arrived here I used to think about the sense of achievement and enthusiasm that would prevail once I am through with this, and yet all I am left with is this wonderful feeling of freedom, that’s all. Morrison once said “It’s the feeling of a bow string being pulled back for 22 years and suddenly being let go”.

I am the arrow, direction less but finally out of the bow. It’s a great feeling to travel without any direction or any responsibility, to get lost in the wilderness only to be found by your own wanton thoughts, to get away from all those you love and to miss them, to lie besides the giggling river beneath the silhouette of the starry night and hear the old grass hoppers tattle.

Sometimes somewhere I would stop on my way to my company thinking how once I detested the very person that I am today, for soon I shall be like you all running behind buses and trains trying to get a seat and reach home early, listening to my wife, boss, mother, and children about the vagaries of life and then to their solutions. I would only smile then for there would be nothing else I could do. A la Mid-life crisis I see is in the offing, but I guess I have gone too far.

I don’t recollect anything significant in the past five years as far my engineering goes, I can hardly remember five or six classmates by name. The whole degree was done with a detached feeling I guess, more like a hobby. Most of my time in college was spent in trying to understand the understandings of my professors. Deprived and a much abused childhood could be the focal point of their behavior was my analysis, but then I was too abstracted to care about anything. I guess the only interesting thing that ever happened was some lady teacher was caught watching porn in the computer lab and was suspended. One look at my class shall remind you of the sad faced orphans in Mr.India, so for them this event was Christmas.

So what next thou ask?

Sleep.