My last day as an eighteen year old.... i retrospect..
One would expect that I learnt how to drive and got a licence, voted for the first time, did a lot of other things LEGALLY for the first time. But alas! life wasn't so kind... I could enjoy none of the above. And my consumption of the spirit was just as illegal as it is going to be for the next six years. More over 19 gives me a feeling of growing old... i mean, i am stepping out of the year a certain Mr. Adams wants to be till he dies. So, I guess, my anxiety is justified.
But then again, this year I finally got out of school and got into college( it was a long wait, I tell you)and come to think of it it was a year like no other!! college is great!! the college dramatics society( The Ariels, we are called) is greater!!....I stumbled into collegiate theatre and take my word for it...I've had the time of my life, and wish to continue to do so for the next two years. The nights in Pilani,The Old World at Habitat Centre, all the auditoriums of the DU colleges and not to forget fighting for the miranda audi for rehearsals. The prizes and the parties weren't too bad too!! I also happen to be one of the few privileged day boarders to know the college intimately after sun down(yeah...we practiced long)!!
The year was full of english honours and great it was... but, there will be another blog about that...
So now i shall stop this random babble and leave with a happy heart looking forward to my second year in college...and, i hate to say it, but, being ummm.. yeah...19... there...i've said it!!
But dear 18th year... you were as good as a year could be. I will miss you.
