I am…
I am..
A Student in one of the best engineering colleges in India ( atleast this is what I think, don’t give a damn about the polls and surveys conducted by every other magazine). Having spent my whole life in a little known town in India, I just wanted to get out, to taste freedom. I loved my college the very instant I entered the big gates and still do, cause each and every day is a new experience when I learn something about myself.
Introvert. I don’t socialize much. I don’t have many friends because frankly speaking I judge people by the way they look, by the way they speak, the way they think. I love the very few friends I have made so far, because well they have accepted me for what I am.
Devoted-Friend. I love sitting down with friends for a good chat. I love listening to them, to hear what they have to say expecting them to do the same ( who am I kidding) but where do people have time nowdays. I love spending time with them. I am a fun guy to be around, joking and laughing all the time ( become irritating at times). The very few that I have made in my life is what all I have and I am damn proud of them.
A Foodie. I love food. I love eating. I love discussing about food. I have been to all the eateries in and around my college. I love my mom’s home made poha and dosas, biryanis and kebabs….(now its difficult to enumerate all the stuff I love to gorge on).Some of the very best comments regarding my food habits:
- My mom said that I’ll eat chicken even if it is just boiled sprinkled with salt.
- My batch mates predicted that I’ll probably end up in KFC or Mc Donald’s after finishing college rather than in Freescale or Telco.
Hot-Head. The anger bomb sits literally on my nose ready to explode on the slightest irritation. And I get angered by the most stupid, irrational things you would have ever heard. And then I regret getting into a foul mood, for shouting at someone, for fighting with the people I like. I feel like an ass for being so idiotic.
Afraid. I am afraid that I might explode one day because of all the anger and frustration building inside me. I am totally sure about it. The only way I can cool down is to talk to someone about this things but problem is that People don’t understand me and I don’t expect them to understand the crap inside ma head. I don’t blame them. I am on my own on this one.
Obsessive. I have rules. I blindly follow them and expect people to know them as soon as they come within my zone and follow them as I do. It’s like this that I get pissed even if someone slightly disturbs the order in which my books are arranged on my table. I am too obsessed with punctuality, to be everywhere on time, to complete every work before the deadline. I go mad sometimes, too obsessed to get something ,which enters my mind, out of my system. Too obsessed with cleanliness, with personal hygiene, with impressing others. This one of my problems cause…. cause I just don’t know when to let go.
Outdoor Lover. I hate to sit in my room in front of the computer the whole day. I love going out, roaming around just anywhere but always need an accomplice to be with me to indulge in such leisurely activity . I just keep looking for a chance to get out of class to walk around in the campus. I especially love my ( almost ) daily evening walks.