I’ve always had a love of writing programs, maybe because I like to create things. Different languages have different methods of punctuation; there are different styles of indentation; there are different grammar styles, and so on. Since at present I’m studying C/C++, I’ll be sticking to it in this monologue.
What constitutes a friend? My mum thinks that every single person I know is my friend. I certainly don’t think so. I mean, none of them are my enemies, but not all of them are friends. Some are just acquaintances. People you meet, get acquainted with, who no longer visit my mind after they are gone from my life. People to whom I give a polite smile, a ‘Good Day!’, or a wave. These are like shooting stars, sometimes they lighten up the sky, sometimes they aren’t even seen. To me, a friend is something else. A friend is like the stars, or, better still, like the planets. They are always there, even if you don’t see them. Someone you can trust to be there when the time comes. A friend is someone I trust, I respect, I admire. Someone you can open your soul to, someone you can let in to the deepest parts of your mind.
Jurassic Park and The Lost World are movies that almost everyone I know have seen. These movies prompted me to read the novels, and, out of curiosity and knowing that novels always contain more detail than movies, I did read them, laying my hands on a second hand copy of Jurassic Park, and later on The Lost World. Thus did I start reading books by Crichton, on of my favourite authors. It did shock (and dishearten) me to learn that he died on November 4, 2008, due to cancer (I learned it only a week after, when I checked the Wiki article on him).
So, finally I’m, back in Dihing, my second home… It does feel great to be back. I wonder what New year celebrations would be like with so few students here. Aside from the return to home2 part, most of it has been quite annoying. I landed in Guwahati at 1:30 in the morning on the 30th (that’s 12 hours late, half a day wasted!), waited five and a half hours for the bus, lugged my luggage to the hostel, where I find the mess and canteen closed, the tubelight in my room not working, and no balance in my phone, and the validity period over too. Then I went to Barak to breakfast, and lo!, its aloo paratha, and I hate parathas.