It was the time after I passed out my first year and came back to Mumbai, and basking my vacations  for two months with my friends, mom and dad…As always, I changed my place for the third time in a  matter of eighteen months and settled down with new mates.

College started a month before, but didn’t attend any lectures because of my work-shy attitude. In  those times I slept around six or seven(still with it, but reduced time a bit), usually a time when the  whole cosmos awakens for their refreshing new day. I used to get awakened by a call or fucking door  bell or otherwise just sleep on and on till afternoon until the time of my junk food. So that’s when my  day usually started with a cigarette, loud death metal and banging on with my usual chores until  evening….”that is nothing…”

Well usually I ‘am a night animal, like to haunt out during owl hours and that’s the best part of my life  which devotes me more posture to actually think about myself very cunningly. I know its bad to be up  for hours throughout night and yes it throws side-effects to your life.. Like me going out through  vexation and backache, first it seemed to be painful but slowly my torso and nous started craving for  it. The months were going on easily doing nothing and just felt numb but sometimes dropped up with  friend(s) for refreshment of cool and smelly air of the town.

                           So about studies, well it just seemed to be a past word for me. Well there are two  semesters per year, and just one project. The whole year was like a vacation for me and well the  graduation course I took, sucks to the nub. So why to barren your mind behind things which ain’t  interesting to you. ” – Don’t go behind what others are craving for, instead follow out your own dreams  and shadowy instincts”. Everyone is a king of their pot-holes, never undervalue anyone. So coming  back to my lackadaisical nirvana, the year went on, exams numbered and went. I cleared out my  sophomore year with just 41 percentile,3 % less then first year and I ‘am felicitous for myself as it  came off my own head, and thanks to my college friends(best friends I got in my life) for helping out by  sending text messages of crucial questions. Yet the life was like coming to a dreary end, entirely  paused, no hope , no backup, no fucking aim. How many things switched like  latest gadgets, I refer  people as things here. Then you get a feeling like you are just a looser next door. But my luck worked  again and it was bad this time, rowdy period started again………