Prison Break
After much thought and time, i'm finally posting something. And before i go into my matter, kudos to everyone who kept thi page alive even when none cared to look this way.
So how many prison break fans do we have here? I know jeeju n john paul does, but anyone else? Well if any of you actually get around to seeing the first couple of episodes I'm sure you'd b hooked. But be warned that season 2's a spoiler. Now why in the world am i writing a post about a series that's being aired half way around the world? And that too in my come back post? Seems some guys just cant pick winners ... :) But this post came from the inspiration I got while taking a shower today- the cold water does put things into your head.. I must have been thinking about prison break because, the phrase 'serving the time' popped up into my head - and I smiled. Because that's exactly what I felt I've been doing for the last couple and then some months... Only here I was free to choose the days I spent in my prison, and if I did not follow the rules my sentence would be extended. The smart ones here must have figured out that I was talking about our own cet. A year ago if someone had said I would say these words then I might have told the poor soul to get his nuts tightened. I did love this place. Or I used to. But now, everyday I step into this college with thoughts of 'Christ! another day..' , or 'How i would love to get this thing over with'. I'm sure I must have told at least some of you that if we could somehow fast forward time till june then that would've been great.
Despite the resounding bangs of our diwali fireworks, despite the intense execution of our thenmala trip, despite the increased ferocity of our mass cuts, despite the satisfied reliefs of our placements, despite this being our final months here...our college, our class, our batch... all seem to lacking in soul, or rather, seem to have lost it. When I see the grand walls of our college, I feel that the only features lacking are a couple of floodlights and a few sentries. Apart from that the prison is for real. As for me, I'm too old to breakout. I plan to serve my time and walk away with no rear glance.
P.S: Bet this post'll win hands down for the gloomiest post of the blog, but I resumed blogging just for the sake of venting my feelings, without a care for being politically correct.
So how many prison break fans do we have here? I know jeeju n john paul does, but anyone else? Well if any of you actually get around to seeing the first couple of episodes I'm sure you'd b hooked. But be warned that season 2's a spoiler. Now why in the world am i writing a post about a series that's being aired half way around the world? And that too in my come back post? Seems some guys just cant pick winners ... :) But this post came from the inspiration I got while taking a shower today- the cold water does put things into your head.. I must have been thinking about prison break because, the phrase 'serving the time' popped up into my head - and I smiled. Because that's exactly what I felt I've been doing for the last couple and then some months... Only here I was free to choose the days I spent in my prison, and if I did not follow the rules my sentence would be extended. The smart ones here must have figured out that I was talking about our own cet. A year ago if someone had said I would say these words then I might have told the poor soul to get his nuts tightened. I did love this place. Or I used to. But now, everyday I step into this college with thoughts of 'Christ! another day..' , or 'How i would love to get this thing over with'. I'm sure I must have told at least some of you that if we could somehow fast forward time till june then that would've been great.
Despite the resounding bangs of our diwali fireworks, despite the intense execution of our thenmala trip, despite the increased ferocity of our mass cuts, despite the satisfied reliefs of our placements, despite this being our final months here...our college, our class, our batch... all seem to lacking in soul, or rather, seem to have lost it. When I see the grand walls of our college, I feel that the only features lacking are a couple of floodlights and a few sentries. Apart from that the prison is for real. As for me, I'm too old to breakout. I plan to serve my time and walk away with no rear glance.
P.S: Bet this post'll win hands down for the gloomiest post of the blog, but I resumed blogging just for the sake of venting my feelings, without a care for being politically correct.
posted by the pondering ronin at 9:11 AM
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