"Just this year"

We, as students, are being constantly lied to. From every direction, its all just a big pack of lies. That's exactly what they said while we were in the 1oth Standard, all preparing for those gawdimportant Boards. They repeated it when were in the 12th, making it sound, then, that 12th is important, not 10th.

I especially hated this part. In the 12th we're told that 10th isn't that big a deal.. its just to get admission into a junior college, and once that is accomplished, the marks are as useful as that tail-thing we all have above our bloody arse. Then why, while in the 10th, did they make such a big deal out of it? By, 'they', you should have guessed by now, I mean parents and maybe certain teachers as well.

I got, what I think, at that time, were decently good marks. Distinction at least. (Darn you Hindi-Marathi). I Got into a thoroughly shitty college, that only now, do I understand, was terribly shitty. That's where I heard the 'Just this year' statement for the second time. To put it in their exact words

"Study for only this year, Dylan. Then you'll be able to enjoy afterwards"

What a fucking joke.

They hit me with that line in the 10th, then in the 12th, and now in my first year of engineering.
If that's taught me anything, it's never to believe them. They're only saying that to keep you from realizing the horrible truth of the cycle of life and thus keep you from committing suicide.. (or homicide, for that matter). No doubt this will go on and on.

Life is one never-ending cycle that refuses to get better.
End Of Story.

Choices all Spoilt

The day I walk in to a supermarket to buy a can of cheese, and see 100 different cans of cheese, different flavours, different sizes, different shapes, different colours, I'll run out screaming or more probably just buy a Dairy Milk chocolate bar (which are, thankfully, still in production) and act like nothing ever happened.

Whatever happened to those original packets of foodstuffs? The only Lays chips that I liked were the very first ones, with no sub-title. Just that memorable tag line, "You can't eat just one." If I go to a store today, chances are that version of Lays doesn't exist anymore. Instead its replaced with all sorts of flavours- 'American', 'Tomato', 'Spicy Tango' and a whole bunch more, more noticeably a horrible 'Chaat' flavour.

7UP recently joined the bandwagon with a disastrous 'Nimbooz' drink, supposedly lime juice. I for one, hate it.
Hate it not because it tastes like Cow piss, not because the shop owner looks at me in great surprise, when I ask for the "Original 7UP drink", but because I have to make a choice, and that too a stupid one.

Which gets me to my real point - I don't like making choices. I can make decisions when it matters, but don't ask me if I prefer Appy Fizz or Grappy Fizz. The answer will usually be the original - Appy.

What made me think of this was when playing the video game Spider-man: Web Of Shadows. That game has 4 different endings, based on the choices you make through out the game. I like to play games completely- to the fullest. Games like GTA: Vice City Assassins Creed - I've left no stone unturned, finished the game 100%. But when it comes to games with choices, I just have to play the whole game more than once.. In the case of Fallout 3, which is said to have 500 different endings, I don't know what I'll do. Just take the best choice and just not play the game? Yes! Buy a C instead of cheese? Yes!

But then, I just don't see it stopping anytime soon. As long the big companies are greedy for money, they'll just keep rolling out new flavours. I won't be surprised, if 500 years down the line, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans is a reality.

Reboot

I just returned from my very last interaction with anything remotely related to my 12th Standard and CET Classes. As is the norm with them, our sirs threw us a party the day after the CET. The atmosphere was excellent and the place terrific. Food not so good, but this not a review of the party.

I just had, possibly, my last interaction with my classmates from classes. I've grown close to them, to that class, and the teachers. After all for nearly 3 long years, its been my second-home. And now its all over and I've not even absorbed it yet. Its all over. What I had been studying for so many years just passed by in a day. Just one day. An end of one of the memorable periods of my life.

Which brings me to the topic, Reboot. I'll be joining a new college and for the first time, ever, I'll be setting foot in an altogether new institution (my college was my school). This is good and bad. I loved my school but when I went to it as a college it wasn't very appealing, so I'm glad to be leaving. Going to a new college allows for a reboot. The people don't know you, you don't know them. You both probably have a past, but that's irrelevant initially and everyone gets to start anew.

So here's a toast, to a new life! And a new blog title!