Two years later.....

Today was my second day of training... I takes me one complete hour to reach to that place, and I have to change three auto-rikshaws... And I have to wait for the third one for at-least half-an-hour. Then finally a walk of 3 kilometers to reach the destination. Then an oscillatory motion from table to table, a forwarded letter in a hand, to find out what we are supposed to do. Then lunch... Oh my goodness, I think the long line would not have been less than 1 kilometer... Including labors to employees, with trainees. I could see a reflection of my life waiting on the other side of two years...

There will be all frustrated professors and lecturers to take our classes, who will keep harassing us mentally, but we won't be able to bunk their class.

There will be nearly one presentation per week, and we won't be having a group to divide the responsibilities, we will be leading ourselves.

There will be many lab classes during afternoon, but we won't be able to lay down on our beds, and think 'What difference of marks would one attendance make? Screw the labs, I want to sleep...'

There will be shitty food and a long queue to wait for your turn to collect it, but there will be no canteen to jump in with lots of hoots and mocks,to escape the dirty food.

But yes, there will be an ac room to work in, but there won't be a warm class room, and a nap at the back bench.

There will be an air conditioner car, but there won't be a single bike and four-five friends straddled upon it.

There will be a good monthly pocket money, but there won't be any reasons and ways to spend it.....

There will be large variety of food items in our plate, but no one to snatch them and eat with us....

There will be a good quality guitar, but there will be no one to sing along....

There will be bigger room to stay in, but there won't be a mate to kick on your ass every morning and scream, "Get up you ass-hole! Three lectures are already gone... Lets at least attend the last one..."

There will be more expensive birthday parties, but there won't be anyone to give GPL's, a bigger cake but no one to rub it's cream on your face, a dj over a laptop and speakers, but no one to scream, "Shirts off..."

Two years later, we'll have only few words to say, 'I want those days back...'

One wish to beg to god, 'Please take me back once....'

And only three words to yell, 'I miss you....'