Ever since the Nescafe has been added to our daily college life, I have been wondering what is so special about this piece of bread…*CROISSANT* Is it the fancy name with the corrected pronunciation?? Or is it the soft and smooth sensation that it brings with itself.. But what I think is, it’s the unique taste that matters… Of everything that we taste regularly, nothing tastes like Croissant, except the Croissant.. Its true.. Every time it touches the taste buds, I feel something new has entered.. Something inimitable…
Well…. Pity the writers of the HT City… The celeb writers.. They seem to be more like a boy given a ginormous gift like Mercedes’ Benz on his 10th birthday… They get a full column that features in the front page of a popular city newspaper and all they do is fill it with arbitrary stray stuffs.. Picking up random matters and prattle about it all through the column.. But they are not to blame.. They get paid for their blabbers.. Why ask them to write at all??.. I don’t think that many of us idolize them.. We can now clearly differentiate between a good film actor and a good writer.. Gone are those days when people would believe anything because a movie star vouches for it..
Everyday, we start off from our shack and return via the same road.. The road is meant to stay and we are meant to budge… It gives the sense of what is real and what is not.. We try to make the most of the time we have got, and once we return back, we realize the time just slipped away.. the way it’s meant to.. Witnessed Engifest’10 and there was not a single second that didn’t pinch to remind me that this is the last of my Engifests… I responded by crafting resolutions of having full fun.. Making the most of the time.. But when it came down to the event, it just came and went away.. in a flash.. Resolutions, Plans, held ground and we just got in the groove of the festival.. Now its’ gone.. And gone are the two months of my last semester.. and I feel like this post is going the same direction as the last.. So steering back….
I have started watching the OC (Orange County).. It’s nice.. But I often get down to envy their lavish life and their freedom.. Come on.. When I was sixteen, my mum used to stand beside, whenever there was a girl on the other side of the telephone.. and here, Ryan brings his girl friend to his room and kiss her without even caring about the unbolted door.. Two extremes of a common phenomenon.. And here again, demarcation between the real and unreal is drawn..
Well… life off lately has been like a Croissant.. soft but with a new taste.. taste of separation.. (not again!!!.. steer back).. take care people.. summer is back.. and unlike in “the OC”, it is not as welcomed here… but it’s fun to sweat out the salts..