The Return of the Super-Senior

On September 2, my final year @ Mullana began. Two months of vacation had turned quite boring. The unsurmountable itch to go back to college was insatiable. So, I headed back to college just to get back to the sheer monotony I had become so used to. I stepped in the college bus, eager. Eager to get back to place which had become so familiar in the past three years. It was in the same college bus that it happened.

We were the Super Seniors, the senior most batch of our college (at least in engineering). The feeling hit me quite hard. Three years had passed and now...just after a few months...it would all be over.

No more bunking classes, no more parties in the canteen, no more pirated movies in the hostel. A vague sense of responsibility and maturity tried to take control of me. Of course, college life had made me immune to such thoughts by now. However, the apprehension did manage to make a back-door entry into my mind. Just nine more papers to go. After 10 months, a new life would begin. Frankly, such thoughts can really shake a person. One moment you are making jokes with your juniors and the next moment, you can see the future. The same bus, the same seats, the same characters. Not all are the same, though. The juniors you were with are all there with the addition of some new faces, only one person is missing. And that's you! Boy, that was enough to make me jump in my seat. I was day-dreaming a nightmare.

Anyhow, the situation depicted the truth. The carefree, reckless, audacious, sometimes creepy, relentless flirt would make his foray into the profession of his choice. What would happen next? After this degree is over, what would happen to me? What about my friends? In college, I have met some of the greatest people in the universe. Would we still be in touch ten years from now? I sound depressed, don't I? Well, I was sad...when I was writing this post.

Also, ISTE has a new president this year...Mr. Anurag Saxena. He has been a great follower, but is he a great leader? Can he leave a mark? If only there had been genuine competition for the post, things might have turned out differently. A great quotation sums things up: "FEAR IS THE MIND KILLER". My mind had decided to drive me crazy. All I could do was to sit back till the feeling passed.

For the umpteenth time, I decided that I was scared. Only one question seemed to lodged in my otherwise fully-functional brain:
What will be the shape of things to come?

Well, the next episode is about to begin...