The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

It has been around three years of college life, living in a so called “dream” land, where most of the people come to achieve there dreams. While some of the minority including me come just to dream.

It has been quite a wonderland experience for me to be here, Yeah! The dreamland! But apart from the astonishing beauty of the place, what leads me to write this is an absolutely different level of people I have met here. The people whom I think were surprisingly diverse in nature, qualities and aura that surrounded them were more or less under the same shadow. The shadow of utter independence, freedom and dream to DREAM!

Yeah, I am talking about some of the most elegant people I met in my college life till now- my beloved seniors. They were definitely a different league of people, extraordinary in every sense, and as now they have left us abandoned after three years of extensive and exclusive training, mentorship, development programs I feel quite alone, more or less like a child, who is adapted to look for someone for help, but eventually finds no one. I don’t know exactly what I will do now, who will I seek now, it’s just as though a good amount of oxygen has been removed from the atmosphere, we can still live, but with an unusual level of uneasiness existing with us wherever we go.

On a memorable note it’s more like we all have a bit of Mnemophobia ( fear of memories) but then it is we ourselves who have to overcome this, and accepts this for a better place to live in.

Amen!

Satanicenthu.