Its not important

Through out the whole caboodle of my BITSianity I have gone through lately, of course as many of my fellow buckos at BITS, a great deal of experiences, some good and some great, some worst and some uncommunicative, but never sober have made indelible marks on the pricey pages of my life. But all of 'em worth dwelling about, all my life, some accompanied by a little of drooling too !.. silly. One such moment, initiated this post. Let me go ahead, or I will be bemused right away.

Its not important to think,

about the first day of BITS, when I was machinating myself for an interview with one of the deans, with a tie in a pocket, partly realising the need of it.

Its not important to recall,

the moment when I saw my father leaving me at BITS with everything perfectly set for me. I found myself very much comparable to a nursery kid, crying for this parents. But there are 2 differences I can point. One, I wasnt crying, though the other feelings are similar. Two, I was bewildered to either enjoy the freedom or to brood over the loneliness I will be having with my parents and bro far away in south.

Its not important to think of,

the day when I was teased by seniors at our hostel mess, and one of my friends, named me Bomb -- later as Buuooomb... :D. I revolted against, for years, till 3rd year ending before I gave up and granted their wish, still unwillingly.

Its not important to call back the memories of

a full plate of Aat ande ka bhujiya in my hogging friend's plate, not even offering a spoon of it to anyone who asked, out of a little temptation. Yeah I was one of them :)

Its not really important to recollect

how my first BITSian birthday was, with new friends and seniors kicking me, spanking me with the hawai slippers (rapid fire it is). I was so close to a fire effusing out of a deo and to a stout senior swinging the ragged but strong wickets hinting me of the forthcoming torment.

Hurrah! (yea its not alas!), I was shown some mercy. They had their fruit, the next year.

It is not the most important of all,

But I still think of that record of mine when I was a sophomore, sitting for 13 hours in front a PC, playing CS. One of the freaks you rarely come across.

Its not really the greatest thing to think over and over,

But I do. Because it is the point of realization and dream-come-to-action stage, when I, with all the confidence, aimed at my career. That was 3rd 1st sem, leaving my CDCs, for what you call "interests".

Its the silliest thing to think of,

how I used to vex my friends, with all my airheaded reasonings - what was it? bomb log! :P (next post might be straight on my reasonings. Get a taste of it, again, soon).

Its not important to recollect,

the way I teased my wingies, especially kck, for his over serious studies, way he talks, his peculiar style of walking (Struc comes first in this case), what not...

Its unsignificant to realize,

how I felt while I was leaving my friends, in a hurry, without a heartful adios to each!

[Many so-called unimportant things are not mentioned]

If all these are so NOT important, I cant find a better way to spend my time.

Love you guys. This is just over the top.