Now, as I’m doing my final year of college, I occasionally flip through the pages of my life of the past three years. When I entered the college, I was filled with novel ideas about college life from all movies I’ve seen and all stuff I’ve read. But then I eventually came to realize that none of those things really happens for real. The college life kind of hit me hard; being used to living in my fantasies where everyone was good, no one hurt anyone else, land of total bullshit which I came to realize much later.

By the end of my first year I learnt lesson number one: everyone in this world is selfish and that didn’t exclude me. Second year, I realized that my father wasn’t my enemy after all. Somehow it was like building a basement for my mind, setting up some basic principles for my self. Suddenly the curtains were raised from my eyes and I could picture the whole world for what it was…. A battleground of scheming, backstabbing, lying creeps and opportunists. Well life was definitely much simpler to live then on because I could watch my own back.

Nothing really changed around me. Everything was same but when I started living life following a principle: "Remember the past, think about the future, but live in the moment” a new sort of happiness unfolded before me. The college still sucks, but I got some great friends, and they really did make a difference in my life, they sort of gave a new angle to my way of contemplation of things around me. I’m now not too keen on the end of my college life because I’ve had some of the greatest fun in my life here, pain too but the three years have taught me a lot of things that I know shall last a lifetime.