So its been one whole year…

That’s so inconsistent with my nature. I never continue to do anything too long. But here I am, blogging for the past one year. And it was fun, I met so many interesting people.

All good/ bad things come to an end.

This blog was born with an expiry date.

So it ends here.

Good-bye, people, maybe we will run into each other in real life too.

Good luck to the atheists and God bless to the believers.

Ok.

So exams are over.

The last graduate exam of my life.

Was surrounded by shrieking, screaming girls whooping in high-pitched voices

“Yaay! Engineering is over! No more exams! Lets celebrate!!”

“Hey, chill out guys,” I muttered, “lets wait till the results come out.”

That’s me, forever optimistic, always in a bright cheerful frame of mind.

But peer pressure is sometimes too much to resist. So I ended up celebrating. Gorged on pizza and discussed who fell down when and who puked after eating Chinese food. Also successfully drove a baby lizard out of Ish’s bag and stared wide-eyed at a very nautanki beggar. Thats how I celebrated the big day.

Lots of things on my mind. Like the fact I am moving out in some days, or that I havn’t finished (not even started , infact) packing. That I shall be living alone for the first time in my life. That I have no idea when my project orals are and I need to study a bit for the orals. That I shall begin my post-graduate classes exactly twelve days after I gave my last graduate exam.

I need a f**king break in life.

Shalz: brb

Rhea: ok.

Shalz: back

Rhea: Now you are front!

Rhea: : D

Shalz: hmm

Shalz: seems like nobody’s controlled your bad sense of humour in the prep leave.

Seriously, I thought that was funny.

(Eating ice-cream with WeirdoBeardo)

Me: “Hey look, your ice-cream’s dripping on your shirt!”

WB: “Huh?”

He tilts his head and the brim of his cap is embedded firmly into his ice-cream.

And I am not supposed to laugh at this.

After four years of terrible luck, finally some good news…

Ladies and gentlemen, I have managed to convince the National Institute of Design into accepting me as a post graduate student.

Gee-ho, I am outta here!