My varsity life

I was just about to begin and guess what? My pen would desist. I giggled. My classes will be on, the next day. There is this serial of class tests probably hitting off after a couple of days. But I got this propelling urge to write this down. So, here I am writing this down with a pen that writes blue, I borrowed from my friend.

I was wondering, what I was doing with life these days. Life sounds too consequential. I mean, I didn’t spend that great deal of time to finally come up with some outcomes in hand. But there hadn’t been any remarkable turnouts. I had this tiny-teeny hope to get published on WAVE with the last two pieces I wrote about positive thinking, which didn’t occur to the editors as positively amusing as I thought it would be. And? I didn’t get published. So, I was like this struggling writer lost in hopes and on a course to nowhere. I mean, that feeling was great. Being all sentimental about: not getting published.

Wandering for some midway distance, I finally discovered that I was actually living. I would hang around with my friends a lot and get high sometimes. I started to like Sylhet in rain. I never loved rain like this before. This place looks so green than you can possibly imagine. The raindrops pouring their affection on the juvenile green leaves and furiously hitting your head in the agony of separation makes you feel like, you never want to get old. It feels like, I am the same age as nature.


green SUST campus

I always thought it was gravity causing raindrops to bang on my head. It feels to me now that, I was partly precise. I have finally realized that, it isn’t just the logic you can count your life on. Logical fuels can only run machines. I don’t want to live my life fretting about logics already. That always takes the youth from you. That’s how deep I miss my family, friends and a girl I really care about.


that's where we frns hang out back home

My university life has been a journey. I started off with long hair, that I got my sister pay for staining it to golden. A Bengali friend took me for some ‘monkey in a zoo’ he saw at Dhaka. But, when he finally figured out the zoo was in Kathmandu then he was like, ‘taile thikace (then I am good)’. You are bestowed with this extra slice of care, solace and support here in Bangladesh. I really met some great guys here. Well, I don’t like saying I made friends and rather rephrase it to ‘I met friends’. For me, friends are there, you meet them in school, you meet them in college and you meet them always: if they really exist.

A short expedition on life, I pushed myself into during these last stays in Bangladesh stuffed me with enthusiasm and craving for more in life. This voyage includes the memorable visit to the longest sea beach in the world, where I saw the sea for the first time. I watched the tides follow me to the shore and sky getting mixed at the horizon. That’s when I believed, the earth is round. And life? Hypothetically, it is a straight line of time with unknown co-ordinates. Don’t run after setting the right co-ordinates for you. Live!!! That’s what I am up to for rest of the days to come. Am I worried about my grades? Well, I have always been, so that’s taken care of.


that's how close i have been to the sea