True Story

so far away from home

so much closer to reality.

falling asleep with lights switched on,

wakiing up when the sun is high up in the sky,

breakfast, lunch or dinner,

nothing has meaning,

mornings' are your nights,

breakfast at lunch time,

and night is time for movies.

lectures are nap time,

SGDs bunk time

and pratical classes for gossip.

time never more optimally used,

never so badly wasted.

and exam approaches

you pull a an all nighter,

covering 3months worth of lectures in a go,

and when you face the paper

you know that you dont know,

then its time for reflection,

begging god for a 'C'

and you think

"hell! wasn't i a topper back then".

Ego flushed in the toilet

like after constipation,

when the notice board is adorned with declaration,

when you've a C- pasted on your forhead,

and C was the best you could get,

when you think, and you know,

you didn't deserve any better anyhow,

and that's when you

hate your guts for bunking all those classes

you wish you had put this bit more of effort,

you wouldn't be staring at your reflection,

pride burnt to ashes, and you're thinking,

"you need an ambition" 

start of next term,

and things take the same direction

who said everything changes,

somethings are hell stubborn!!!