Experiences

It just seemed like now that I arrived here, a naive me taking in the sights. I remember attending my very first class – I had to choose which row to take – and I gladly chose the last. It only seems like now that all those evenings at the hostel went by, one not too different from the other. I had a lot of time to myself – I wanted this, and I got it. Maybe a little too much. I had trouble fitting in – but I have a much clearer head now, or so I think. I’m suddenly taken aback by not getting to be in sweet ignorance anymore. Clichéd as it goes, I really needed this time on my own. More opinions, a better sense of belonging, and though I detest the engineering course to date, college has been a melancholic, hormone-driven, bittersweet experience. I think I am done reminiscing now, and I’m out to live the hell out of the remaining few weeks here. For what they’ve been, the memories stand, but this can’t just be it. To more friggin’ experiences.

High spirits

As you step foot into the pleasantly air-conditioned room and the blaring disco lights and the thumping music hit you, you know you’re in for one hell of a time. As you drown into your select group and within yourself, you sense things start getting cheery. Good vibes. There’s you and there’s your friends. Your lovely friends. Screw sensibilities. You groove like crazy to the dizzying beats. You sing along. You goof around. You shed all inhibitions. After all, there’s nothing stopping you. Down another, your mind’s in a tizzy – the good kind. You say you love your friends. Of course you do. Group hugs. Shouting at the top of your voice to be heard. DJ, take a bow. Euphoric rushes to your head. You’re all smiles, all the way. Clumsy pictures taken.  Last call, you take your bets. Your moves become frenzier. The bass hits you harder. You’re in la-la land by now. And you don’t have a care in the world.

Humans of everyday

We scream to be heard. We yearn to make our voices count. We put ourselves out there to meet new people, seize every opportunity. We strive hard to stay positive. We keep looking for new experiences. We crave variety. We long to be given a chance, to prove our mettle. We just won’t die down just like that. It’s what makes us human.

Privileged little f*cker

Privileged little f*cker

Gets everything he wants

Has everything he needs

Privileged little f*cker

Complains about life

Dissatisfied and grumpy

Privileged little f*cker

Contemplates stuff to do

Gets everything he wants

Has everything he needs

Privileged little f*cker

Distraught and weary

Energetic and vibrant

Distraught and weary

Privileged little f*cker

Scared and disillusioned

Waiting to get off the bandwagon

Emotions and people

Emotions and darkness

Emotions and emptiness

Privileged little f*cker

Alive and kicking

Restless and raucous

Vibrancy in his bones

Lulls in his brains

Vibrancy in his bones

Privileged little f*cker

Too good for his own shoes

Not one to wanna get involved in others’

Dusty shoes

Shoeshiner’s luck

Privileged little f*cker

F*ck this, f*ck that

Done all that, yes siree

Creepy conversations, creepier smiles

Drama magnet, inner turmoil

Privileged little f*cker

Privileged as they come

Not so little anymore

Gets on by

A scrape here, a tear there

Oh look, candy!

Gets on by.