Epitaph like, almost a part of my comatose existence. I wonder whether the position chose me or was it a convenient marriage of my dislike for this institution coupled with sleeping perks. But this veritable part of my existence, has had a profound impact on me, a front bencher all my school years, it was almost like an underworld, insidious, enchanting, waiting to be discovered, my naive, gullible and yet rebellious mind stated.
I was suddenly the elite, in this part of world, the back benchers were treated with Hendrix like obsequiousness , the place was a woodstock of LAN gamers, guys who wrapped up( or even continued) a mobile marathon, me. And yet sitting at the end, it is only predictable to sound wise, pass judgement, announce verdicts, and as a oil trader once swaggered " if i knew the prices of oil only a second before hand i'd be a billionaire". If only you knew where you were going. Steve Jobs at a speech talked at length about life, how the dots connect, but he was humble enough not to point out what went into making those dots connect, the toil that went in, and the bourgeois( ah! i finally used this degenerate word) awed at how Jobs fought death, gained fame. END OF STORY.
And there i lay, rooted at a place that bid goodbye to everything( including its goodness, and let us not even get started on senility).
It is so easy to be cynical, almost sadist pleasure one can derive by quelling hope, painting gloomy pictures, what is even more easier is to be a chicken hearted cynic wearing ideolofy on sleeve, but change, ah! change does not come through cynics, it comes from the corner of hearts of people who believe.....( and cynics dont believe)
The corner aint a goddamn heaven, it teaches you nothing, nor it is a shelter, it can only prepare you, prepare you for the destination you chose, the destination you discovered here.
And yes at the end, after making a ghost of myself and nothing clear in front of me, i look at my corner most seat, and it smiles and sings..." You'll Never Walk Alone".... Life I am coming......
PS: the above was taken from lecture notes of Distributed Systems 801, corner seat, class of CS 2010.....
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u ve smoothly spread ur favourite jam on this page..scent of this grub z gonna remain forever in ur tummy!
wonderfully written..and the timimg nothig less than apt!
Tarang bhai.... beleive me... "We'll Never Walk Alone".... we will always be together.... cs2010
we will miss the corner seats, moreover the corner seats would miss us....
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@anonymous
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