End of grad life, beginning of PG life. But what’s in between?

This article has more than a generic impact. The sheer reason being that I contribute into this on a more personal note, quoting from my very own experiences. Requesting the bail in advance because the article is just an array of thoughts happening when I’m bored. Forgive me early on and read on!

It’s been almost 2 weeks since my college life got over and I graduated. I had priorities such as attending a b-school interview in Bangalore (travel with my grandparents!) and buying a bike of my own. After the accomplishment of these, for the past 7 days, I’ve been seriously concentrating on doing nothing! Well, maybe except for learning how to ride a bike. Fuelled with boredom, I did learn riding it pretty well.

Boredom as such cannot be blamed for boring me. The reason being, I myself indulge in thoughts of myself and maybe in acting them out whenever I’m alone in my room; which is, 24*7. I don’t complain of boredom because I’ve watched 5 movies in theatres, finished 2 novels (Where The Shadows Lie by Michael Ridpath is a recommended read), gained not less than 3 kgs (I’m already chubby btw) and have chatted with almost all of my friends, frankly and mainly, girls. I don’t know whether it’s my attribute alone to text friends of the opposite gender while I’m all free and bored. But I’m sure; guys, many of you know what I mean!

There has been a void in my life. But let’s not get into that because as Lao Tzu said, if you’re depressed, you are living in the past. Maybe it’s my way of reacting to the vacuum or filling up that void. But what sparks my thought is that, despite all the resources, including the behemoth of Internet at my disposal, what am I complaining about? Is it the absence of the duty of going to college or looking forward to classes the following month? Or is it something else that I don’t know how to phrase?

My graduation life ended with sorrows of leaving my friends, vacating the hostel etc. and with the satisfaction of graduating with a good percentage. A feeling of emptiness may not be the protagonist in this article, but I feel writing about it softens it’s effect on me. I await the results of the interview to an Ivy League college that interests me widely, the reason being, I will have to repeat an year for my Post Grad in case I didn’t make it.

Nutshelling, I could analyze these 2 weeks and say, loneliness, anxiety, triumph and nostalgia can be found as reasons for my petty cranked thoughts. But one thing pars all; I could reach well within myself and nearly feel what I’m all about when I’m alone. I bet you can too. Philosophically.

Gracias,

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