You know they say time flies. They couldn’t have been more correct! It’s been almost four years and we have just another month to go. Batches have come and gone, but each batch has given the college what it rightly deserves. We are too. Placements are just one of the things. But that is not what I am talking about.

After four years, I often ask myself; what am I taking home? I don’t know how many would agree with me. But this degree is just an excuse to teach us the bigger things in life. You learn technical skills when you want to, while on work. Half of us won’t remember what we had done in these four years after 10 years. What we learnt are not technical skills but survival skills. But unfortunately, that’s no longer the case. With an effective ban on any kind of an interaction with the juniors the skill sets no longer go down the pyramid, it unfortunately goes only with us.

College life seems hard, but the fact is that we have a tougher life ahead. A life governed by your rules. You set them, or you break them too. Its clichéd to say “rules are meant to be broken”, but the fact of the matter is that if you do, you just break your own rules. Would you be willing to risk it? No one will call your parents to set matters right, no one will ask for an apology letter to be written for missing a lab. You write your own apologies, you stand up for your mistakes. It’s a wild world out there; and like I said, a degree is just an excuse to teach us to live in it.

It’s funny how aspirations change in four years. Back in first year we wanted the world. We thought of us as the best. We freaked out and had the best time of our lives. By second year we started getting used to the system. It grew on us; or rather we grew on it. Third year, we saw what great placements our seniors got and were enthused to beat them. (We did, but that’s not the point!). Fourth year, more than half the brats has a job in their hands and they know what awaits them (a smaller chunk missed out on jobs, thanks to the R word!). No more dreaming, no more fantasizing. Plain simple truth, you know where you stand in the heap of 500 students. Eventually we learn to live with them. We have to, have no other choice do we?

Ten years down the line, things that we crib about would hardly make a conversation. These are just passé. We are a great batch, and we will forever remember the good times, the bad times and the fun times. I can picture it, some days down the line we would be chatting away in the same olle gallery about the good times wishing that they would never end. Talking hours about how we made the best of what we got. The classes bunked, the night outs, the beer parties at Brigades, the road trips down the nooks and corners of Bangalore rural, the ‘acoustics’ in class…we had our share of both good and bad.

Sitting around lazing in our rooms we dream about what might be in store for us in the future. But having been in college for four years, we know it’s just a futile attempt. We can’t change who are. College either makes you breaks you. We just walk into the vast empyrean hoping for the best.

There is so much here. And we do take a good share of it. We take our friends and all the good times we shared with us. We only hope that one day we all might get together over a beer and catch up and relive those memories and rekindle the spirit of the Wonder Years at UVCE!

On the edge
What's real...what's not
Insanity hovers
Ready to devour

I can't change what I have seen
what I've done
The scars tell the story
far better than I

I can't change what I know
what I've heard
The fear engulfs
wearing me down

The hurt is real
I'm broken and torn
The memories consume
the craziness returns

The battle is on
I fight to keep control
They can't win
not again

I can't make it stop
they're in my head
All that they taught me
rages inside

Numbness takes over
that's all that's left
They're in control
I'll never be free

Tief in der Augen sah ich die Woerter reinkommen..
"Ich liebe dich gern. Liebst du mir auch? Heiratest du mich?"
waren die Musik, die sie gespielt ..

Und mit ihnen gemeinsam die Symphonien von
meinem Herzen karoke

"Oh lieben babe, deine Aussicht!
Du siehst sehr gut aus!
Bist du sehr gut aus Herz auch!" ..

Die karoke sich Melodie, die Melodie zu Harmonie ..
Unsere Worte so, dass ein Orchester
strummed die Saiten von unseren Herzen ..

Zum ersten Mal, unsere Herzen erfüllt,
schüttelte Hände und ihre Claps waren
nur ein fruchtig-Loops in unserem beethoven ..

Ich sehe dich und du siehst,
du in meinen Augen ..
Und im Hintergrund der Chor pfiff leise

Ich liebe dich tief.
Ohne dich kann ich nicht mehr lebenDu bist meine erste Liebe.
Seit ich dich gesehen habe kann ich nicht mehr essen und trinken!
Liebst du mich?

Und vor unseren Augen,
Hände und Lippen verschmolzen ..
Das Lied wurde eingeschaltet,
und die musikalische Aufnahme toed Spitze des Genres

und was wit Verse voller "Liebe", "Lieben" und "uns" nun in

Gott! Er ist wie ein vampire.Ich hasse ihn.Ich mag nie mit ihm sprechen Er ist so dumm.

wie diese äußerst geizig doubtfire propped aus dem Satan in dir ..

Die Musik wurde stumm geschaltet, die Verse hat schräg ..
Ich habe nur gehört, jemand sagen, zu meinen Eltern, dass ..
"Es tut mir leid das zu sagen dass ihr Sohn oder Tochter lebt nicht mehr.Er ist tot"

und im Zweifel, dass und in meinem Pier starb unsere Liebe und Wahrheit :-(

Extremism at its pinnacle,
The innocents despair-
"Bloody Bloodshed by the Bastardy!"
As the innocents despair,
Extremism at its pinnacle..

Millions of distant worlds,
Haben sie brooches of flowers, fantastic?
Clear islands in the oceans hath thus seen?
Without end or bottom of the night..

Star lights pensive!
Star pupils uncertain!
Why are'th thou alive, O puerile ?
If not..
Why hath thou died?

Dear Babe!,

Forgive mein!,
For those stars that twinkled yesterday
In between my darkness' and bleaks..

Please tell me..
What is ignored ?
And
What is it that's immense?!
That too in a vacuum!?

Even as those words of yours
At some approaching infinity-
Did put me to terror.

"Twinkles" of anger
That did only emanate not form Uns,
But,my reflexes- which were castled,blanched and clangored
And our "Immer uns" paths,right there, lay blanked and fringed !

Tut dir mein,
O', Lieben!
Dien stars of wampums
Still prevail, in depths unknown
Comfortably numb as i say,
But just as vague and frozen they lay..

Still piercing me form deep within,
and emanating
Nothing but a shredded pale incense..

O' Acrylic angel,
O' Silky leather

Where art thou?


"Come and Elevate as the blue smoke,
suffer no more love "

"TORN"

I do not want to lose
Lose me in you
and
Lose
What little I have
In Me, myself and I..

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Hopes eternal
Mysteries tragic
Truncated wishes
Pending waves
Better bitter
Life!
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Oblivion
Have I forgotten. ?
Darn!
"I always forget!"

I Cavil within,
Murmuring and frittering..

But,
Know not how..

Despite my forgetfulness,
..She outbreaks...
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