the other day i chanced upon some stranger's album on face book. what i gathered was this girl studies in JU and had taken 5 or 6 of her classmates for a short trip to shantiniketan. they were staying in one of those beautifully creeper adorned quaint looking cottage type houses in prantik. It even had stained glass windows. i knew nothing about this girl but the shots were lovely. some taken at dusk, some taken while they were walking aimlessly, some at the banks of kovai. the shadows, the landscape, the expressions frozen in time and the fun that these guys were having really touched me somewhere deep. it opened up chambers in my mind which have been closed for quite a while. it was an experience going through that album. soon i was lost in my JU days, remembering our trip to Shantiniketan and our dangerous cycle rides. one could never imagine that cycles could be so unsafe...if u have morons at the helm, accidents happen. Sad bit is i don't have a single photograph to share. But the thing is it wasn't half as fun as it could have been. we wasted so much time mostly in handling emotional turmoils and resolving disputes. Getting drunk and smoking like chimneys. We had fun but we didn't have a huge group. I didn't make so many friends. I still dunno why. Today at this juncture i feel a little bit of regret...a little bit of remorse for perhaps not living it up in my college days. and now I'm physically unfit to even live a normal life. Life is over it seems and so many things still left undone. i don't know which way am headed and what the future holds, but the opportunities i have missed are lost forever in time. :)
