A different Day

My room was in its worst condition for the past two weeks. Not because I had University EXAMS, but,because of the painting works that was going on in my house. I had made excuse to others as well as to myself that I dont have TIME for tidying up, as it will eat up all my precious preparatory time for the exams. Alas! what happened to them!!! I only know that.

As I dint have any excuses left, I started off the day enthusiastically by finding out place for my books in my almirah. That resulted in my sigh over the very old and still not fulfilled idea of having a personal library. Brushing up the dust over my old books, I found one of my old college magazines. I hadn't missed any of the magazines of all the three years at Ivanios. But, among them , one edition was really special. You may think it had my contribution. No it dint. But yes, i t had many of my dear ones' thoughts,. their spirit and revolution in it.

It was headed "LIFE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD"

When the magazine came up, it had aroused a lot of hue and cry. People had interpreted it so many ways..... like Unparliamentary words. Well, are they unparliamentary???

As always, I moved away from what I intended to share. The articles , poems, satires , screenplays, cartoons ... what not. Everything defined what it meant being a student of that prestigious institution. Those people whom I found in these leaves of the magazine dint had much direct influence upon me except for a few; but its true that more that those whom I cared, those whom I never knew all these years showed me what it was for me being there.

To be precise , They proved through their words that " life is indeed a four letter word".

With a sigh( of relief?) I moved on and put every book back in place in the almirah.