Dil, dosti etc.
This post is not in remembrance of my dear college. This is a product of lack of sleep at night (which is a brand new thing for me), absolutely extra free time and absence of any friends here at Allahabad. With a pang of guilt, I want to confess that I am getting bored. While it’s great to be with parents, but it is of utmost importance that friends are also around. I am reading the autobiography of Nelson Mandela. In that he also accepts (and accepts with “pang of guilt”) that he at times forgot his parents, siblings and his native place while he was having fun at college. This can be extrapolated to my situation as well. In fact, his autobiography was of much solace to me. My thoughts: when such a great personality can do such a things, I too can. It doesn’t seem that entire alien thing at all. Everyone, at least every guy must have felt such feelings in absence of friends. While you can have great talks with your parents, can even crack jokes with them, but I feel a friend’s place c...