Change… is inevitable

I started writing this entry a couple of hours ago… but I just couldn’t write anymore. Not because all of a sudden I lost my creativity like Ms Rini, but because I just didn’t feel like writing. I had changed my mind. That’s what I’m gonna write about. I really dont know whether I’m going to have the same thoughts another day (change), or perhaps you might just change the decision of visiting my blog all at once.

All of us have opinions… correct, incorrect, prejudiced or just weird. Well So do I! But what I want to reflect upon is our capability to change them. Capability is just an optimistic term, others may refer to this as ‘weakness’. Very often when we take decisions, we tend to justify them… if not to somebody else then to our conscience. And after certain time, maybe a couple of years – we find that our opinion regarding the subject has thoroughly changed… even gone exactly opposite.

In the first year of my college, I had opinions about many of my fellow classmates. I liked some, I didn’t like some… I thought that girl was a bitchy flirt, I respected some, and I was proud of a ‘friend’ (and of being one too). There was also one particular person about whom I didnt prefered to keep any opinion. Years have gone by, and incidents have happened.

And where do I stand today?

Those whom I liked then… Today, I choose not to keep any opinion about them. Those whom I didnt like are my friends… Yes that bitch is still a flirt, and I’ve grown up as a street dog. Those whom I respected then dont matter even a microsecond of my life. And I continue to have the same(no) opinion about that person (whom I didnt prefered to keep any opinion)… its just that I now spend most of my time in college with her.

Have I changed?

No.

Then?

My opinion has changed.

I’ve started to believe that whatever decision you take, dont declare it final. Who knows it might change someday. Even a god-damn begger wont give attention if you dont (have) change!

Is attendance that hard??

I’m in my third year in college. In all these three years I’ve always found myself being repelled by classes. I love going to college, and I’ve been there almost everyday since I’ve moved in Indore. Still I had:

1. Short attendance in one subject, Ist sem.

2. Short attendance in all subjects, IInd sem. (Trust me, I really screwed here…)

3. Very Very Very Very short attendance in two subjects, IIIrd sem. (-> 0)

4. Somewhat shorter attendance in one subject, IVth sem.

Its nothing against anyone, any faculty, any physical or logical entity etc, but I just hated doing classes. And just in case you’re wondering why am I writing this, We have pre-mid-sems from monday, 29th. As of today, My attendance is

96% in financial management.

100% in all other subjects.

Trust me, its not the fear of anything, its not the power of my conscience, and its definitely not because I’ve fallen in love with a girl who’s in my class (I haven’t). I started attending classes from the first day… and it just went on. And after all this, I’ve had this question pondering in my mind for the last couple of days… that Is attending class that hard?

… And the reason why I’m making this entry:

I have to spend two hours of that damn Micro Processor lecture that I’ve bunked today!

– I’m one of the 25% students who’ve been declared eligible for appearing in the tests.

My Life in JAVA

class MyLifeisShit {

public static void main (String args[]) {

try {

String myLifeIsNotShit = “”;

String shit = “Super Hero in Training”;

do {

if((myLifeIsNotShit == null) ll (myLifeIsNotShit==”")) {

System.out.println(“my life is a shit”);

}//end if

else

System.out.println(“Message from Compiler: Your life is still a shit. Whatever you do… you will end up in shit. You are a LOSER, and she hates you! “);

}//end do

while (shit);

catch (exception e) { }

throw(“this program is not tested and implemented on a system. If it is properly implemented, it should give a message: My life is a shit. Otherwise you’re just a LOSER.”);

}// end try

}// end main.

}//end class.