The First

After days of thinking, I have finally decided to create and properly tend to a blog, a not so easy task, actually.

Let the very first post be about the times going by. The +2 level results are out and I'm finally through with the profound anxiety. But for the line of admission tests that keeps stretching on, arousing hope and exhaustion along with it, I am officially out of an occupation. It rained for the first time here in Durgapur yesterday and as I write this post, the skies have opened up again. The soothing rain is accompanied by strangely beautiful lightning bolts, disseminating in perhaps a hundred patterns and subtly illuminating the gloomy gray. The silhouettes of the surrounding buildings, still and dominating, awash provide the perfect backdrop for the trees to boast their lush green leaves and strong yet not so strict branches to sway to the boishaakhi rhythm. In the distance I can hear Amaro Porano Jaha Chay being sung in a celebration commemorating the birth anniversary of the bard; I think I would have preferred a recitation of Brishti Pore Tapur Tupur.

For the third admission test to EFLU, we had to go to Lucknow, my father and I. Fortunately, we were proved wrong about the high temperatures there and the three-day trip was completed without having to face much discomfort, thank God. The part I loved the most was when we were on the train back home, the sky, faded black like a long forgotten memory was transfixed with hundreds of stars, distant and close, a rare sight in Durgapur, nowadays, offering a delectable pleasure for those willing to look. Blinking and gleaming, they seemed to resemble all the aspects of  my future right now, at a critical stage of life's adventure- uncertain, unknown, exciting and yet comfortably hopeful. The next day we reached home at about 2 in the noon. I had almost forgotten that the great time of deliverance was nigh upon me. Heart racing, I was unable to eat much of mother's lavish lunch. At long last, an hour and a fifteen minutes later I could smile. It was the same time that telephone calls came flooding in from the relatives, even those who are seldom in contact(how ironical) and mother delivered the happy news. Train of thoughts, accompanied by the excitement and exhilarating  joy began to appear out of thin air. I congratulated my friends and classmates and promised treats to a few.

My days now are seldom boring unlike many of my classmates. This is the vacation of a lifetime and what better time to complete reading all the unread books on my shelf(I'm going to need a bigger one very soon, actually) and watch some really good movies, I might even treat myself to one in the theater in the next few days. Already caught up on everything I missed during my examination, I don't dare to miss the newspaper for even a single day now. Thank God that they have already begun shooting for the next season of  Sherlock; Benedict-Martin, come soon. What really troubles me is the unrest going on at universities like JNU and JU, whose prestigious names have begun to gather smudge and with many of the parties or organizations involved, claiming to support the same cause and yet clashing with each other, provides for an utterly confused and hotchpotch display; should I worry for the future close by? Only time will tell.

For now, I count my blessings,  plan to read and write a lot, master the game of chess and spend as much time as I can with my friends, the strings with many of whom have already begun to loosen.