Ecstacy Of VICISSITUDE

Its been 3 glorious years since this small town kid has grown to a big city lad....Life was so accomodating and unconstrained in those times of pureness and tenderness. School bus horns honking the scented sleep in the glacial winters of J&K and those last "10 minutes more" seems to be drifting apart and this late night outs with still managing to get up with the dawn has become a chapter of the routine

Even sometimes I am left so amazed out with the stuff and evidences confirming the metamorphosis my life has been going through, that I can manage only a laugh.

Its not such a beal deal to change but sometimes when you calculate the magnitude of fluctuation it gets you of your feet. I wasn't a very smart guy anytime in my life but rather I was a fat and tubby chap with a round and rimmed frame on my face who used to be the lullaby of the teachers in the school .....but it all flipped 180 when I was off to Kota with the ambitions and dreams gisted out. Well the sands of my will slipped through the fist and I probabally lost track of my destination but perhaps this looser learnt how to live and take on the pandemoniac situations of life. And now when I see myself at NIT Rourkela instead of some IIT I don't regret that moment but rather cherish it because if it takes only an I for a N but rather it demonstates my life then I think I called a fair deal......................