Everybody seems to have become mad to make our last few days at JU special and memorable.Much like anything valuable ,we were not aware of the invaluable period of time we have been living, and as it's end is nearing we are becoming more and more morbid.It's now an everyday matter to stay back in college till late evening and chatting our hearts out.....or lying on the maathh in a circle while somebody takes snaps from different angles.It's nice to see a 'pleasant change'(courtesy:Adway;refer Arpan's orkut profile: http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=15886989765777060493)
in everybody that makes even bookworms to come down to the field and take batsman's stance for, perhaps, the first time in their lives.As everybody would agree, these four wonderful years are too precious to all of us.It's in our college life that we savoured liberty for the first time(be it liberty to choose project superviser or the liberty to decide the schedule of semester exams) and have been gifted with friendships we would die to cherish lifelong.As we see ourselves in a journey that has landed us to our youth starting off from our childhood transforming us, to our surprise, inside out...right before our eyes...these four priceless years
would definitely be a cherishable memory of profound importance to everyone of us...and several years down the line we....expectedly a lot transformed...all of us..would feel pleasure in recollecting that all of us...then endowed with burdens and obligations of profession and others..were once together in a class filled with life and laughter.

Making the start-off

As a friend was telling yesterday,the people we come across in our life have different facets of their personalities that are seldom manifested amongst a multitude of people.Everybody has a separate world entirely of his/her own.....which nobody save,maybe, a few selected really close individuals, knows of.I doubt how much of our inner self is actually revealed in public accounts like blogs!!!But like many people I know,I myself also sometimes feel like scribbling down accounts which may be anything ranging from description of a routine working day to depiction of my disturbed mind after a domestic row.Writing is something I know I am far from being good at...but I hope I shall improve on it in subsequent times.
Enough for tonight!!I don't promise regularity in writing blogs....as I write out of my wish and not under any obligations.