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2010: the year that was

2010 was the most; yes the most enterprising year in the lives of crazy, maniac, mindless geeks. Bespectacled and bemoaned, we the students of grade 12 pushed a donkey’s load of insignificant matter into our rather crumpled and aged old grey mind.

The dreaded board exams were round the corner to greet us with its uncanny smile, beginning 2010. With answer paper supplement-count running into double digits, and the exam season lingering for a little less than a month; our fingers had almost permanently turned crooked.

Once we waded through that ocean of stress and strain, we discovered an island richly laden with spring flowers and fruit trees. As though we had discovered a grape vine, we were greeted- this time with a welcoming smile- to kindly enjoy the much awaited and much deserved summer vacations.

Lots of fun came our way that summer. Ignoring the blazing afternoon sun and the warm puffs of air beside the seashore, we caught and dodged and frolicked our way through the leisurely months of April, May and June. Of course, this Eden garden joy ended with the declaration of the results which was quickly followed by admission processes.

Running to colleges for form submissions, checking the merit lists the moment they are on display, securing admission, payment of fees, shopping for the new semester, making new friends, messaging the older ones, interacting with teachers and learning new subjects; that’s what we did the following three months.

As time passed and bonds became stronger, we stopped adjusting and started living our new lives at our new college. We got comfortable with the subjects and the projects and the deadlines. We acquainted ourselves to our seniors at college and made friends with them, occassionally hi-5ing them in the canteen. We learned that our stern professors are actually very accommodating; and we learned a lot more.

Now here we are looking back and recounting the good old memories. The memories we made in 2010. This may or may not be the best year in our lives; we may have smiled when we wanted to weep, we may have been hyperactive when we were down and weary, we may have done lots to make people believe that all’s well and we’re actually sick in the mind.

But all in all, 2010 was an eventful year when we did a lot; not always out of choice but mostly out of circumstances.

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