My Autobiography - Chapter 6 (College Life)

First day of college. I wore my new clothes, put my bag around my torso & its belt making way through my booby chest. My hair oiled like a typical northie porter & my body size like a typical southie hogger. I was feeling good, not less than a good looking lad. I reached college & I was slapped reality on my face once again that I’m an ugly geek who was foolishly dressed in Pants & t-shirts which was a faux pas. Giving air to my confidence I walked in the orientation hall. First day lectures began & I occupied my last bench. My eye balls were enjoying the beautiful colors in the classroom & my ears were hearing melodies of cell phone beeps. Boys & Girls were perfectly dressed.
Because of my geekiness, I was again sidelined in college. I never took this seriously as I lived life on my own terms & for my sweethearties. Life was beautiful. Lectures, tiffin food, sea, sand. Just complete!
Second niche year followed, HSC. I painted my first year bag with fabric colors to make it look brand new. Made some alterations in my clothes, added some new of them. I decided in the start that I’ll have to struggle hard & make way for distinction. I studied from the beginning but luck fooled me. My examination went so well that I was soaring confident that I’ll obtain more than 75’s but then I again had to be happy in 53’s.
Being a creative person, I always had desire of getting into creativity after 12th. Be it the field of Designing or Mass Media/Communication. But, fate & financial debt didn’t permit. This time I decided to seek help from my father for my BMM fees which were sky-rocketing for him in 2005 which was 13,500 p.m + extra expenses. He frowned on the sum & I decided to carry on with B.A avoiding extra tensions under the roof.
I was introduced to the internet now. My tuitions started bringing me more sum. I started coaching students of higher grades. Life was on track but finances couldn’t meet them as I had lots of babies - my pets & plants which were to be taken care of. Their daily food, veterinary charges, fertilizers, gardening expenses etc etc.
My standard of living improved. I was living a life of a swallow bird who just brought good luck for the people it used to fly around on & live its own life in jeopardy of being torn by the scavengers. Food, Sex & Education were my prerogatives. I balanced everything with wisdom & efficiency without letting fragility crash. I started segregating my life span in my mind. I established aims & goals for which I struggled hard but couldn’t reach them. Failure was as if not willing to leave my hand. So I gripped it firmly smiled & said let me try you now. Since then we are kind of used to each other. Drugs, alcohol & cigarettes made their way in my life. A year & more I was swinging in my vices. Off lately I realized that I was doing wrong. I quit them & my 3rd niche year came - 2008 – TYBA. I managed to score 50’s this time getting my Honors in Sociology, again not to forget, without studying a bit.
Happy enough till this time as I always was because by now I learnt that compromise & sacrifice was the second name of my life.