Convocation Funda - I

The irony of the situation is that here I am, trying real hard to go to a place I’d rather not be reminded of.. Now, surprisingly, what should have been an easy decision has just not been that. In my right mind and not considering any other factor, which include the proud people who just want to see my convocation. Not exactly to feel proud and happy but for more of a reassurance that I actually am a BTech graduate as the mode in which I have spent four years of my education did not exactly symbolize a high probability to support it..It hasn’t been an easy decision. It has gone “definitely not” to maybe to “ALRIGHT” and then again to “What da heck for” and then back finally to my current status viz “Whatever”. Now let’s break it down as best as I can and am obliged to put it. So, what came first.. “Definitely not”... Well let’s not break that one down.. As that forms the foundation and the initial unchanged decision the actual facts are not absolutely necessary so let’s just keep it simple instead of going into too many unnecessarily confusing details.. So there I am totally not inspired by the opportunity of getting together at college for all those memories of “fun and frolic”.. And then when more information came pouring in, something hit me.. A sense of freedom? No, that hits me now and then anyway.. A hint of nostalgia..maybe a bit, a very small bit I guess.. But it was enough to take a crazy decision of going.. And you know how it is when ur mind changes and u spend 5400 for a ticket, it really is hard to change ur mind back. Coz now the body is run by the green and not the grey matter. And by green matter I am not talking about getting high.!!The green paper, dollar, dong; put it however you want to.. So there I am, a little down on cash and thought I might as well use it up since I already spent it. Now my sole reason for attending was to experience the amazing service a Kingfisher could offer me.. No, again I do not mean the same service that a Tiger or a Budweiser could offer me.. I mean the Kingfisher that gets you high..in the air, u know.. Wow! This is really getting confusing, even for me!! Ok anyway as I finally decide to go for the convocation, disaster strikes in the form of a remote and a lot of red tape. Deciding it was a stupid decision to change my mind in the first place, then again I turned to the services of Kingfisher to take me out..3 of them infact.. There’s the situation.. I can come but I can’t attend. So what am I coming for? I thought I was coming to attend.. Things started getting confusing. There, I shifted from “ALRIGHT!” to “Wat the heck for”. But Kingfisher service can do amazing things to you. Instantly I shifted on to “Whatever” mode.. And there I found myself next morning at Hyderabad airport all ready to go and typing the start of this blog. Well long story short for now: I went, I attended and I celebrated leaving the place. All’s well that ends well I guess.. Although sometimes things may not end well but all those are well too, I suppose..Anyway here I am, waiting at Cochin just happy to get back.. If time, joblessness and more different services by KF, Tiger and what not permits I’ll get back to this. Adios people.. :)