Bein a Rebel..

I was just going through my college link in Orkut. The thrill was high as i was seeing the pics. of all the old college mates, seniors, juniors, girls, crushes.. It looked as if the relativity theory was getting on me.. i had no idea that i had spent some 5 odd hours in front of the net, missed my dinner and the movie which i was to go with my friends .

As the power went off.. Thanks to the state electricity boards weekly load shedding, i had a small break from Orkutting.. I would phrase it the other way.. The load on the orkut server reduced by some 20%..

Sitting in the dark labyrinth.. I was wondering how the life has changed.. How I used to be a rebel in the college, always doing what I thought was best. But having stepped into the corporate world everything changed.. It was just like Amir Khan's dialogue in RDB, Campus ke gate ke is paar hum duniya ko nachate hain aur gate ke us paar duniya hamein.

Being a rebel had it pros.. It was as if everybody knew me in the college, felt happy for not being the part of the crowd. Had loads of friends, mostly rebels. As i knew that most of the Profs wont be giving me good marks in the sessionals, that’s the price one has to pay for being a rebel..
So I had to really work hard for my end sems, courtesy of which my knowledge on Mech core increased three fold, guys used to put me at par with the toppers in the class, though I was one of the third slotters.. in fact one of the last even in the third slot.
Ya I was happy, self satisfied, felt as if I was really one the kings, just for the fact that I didn’t have a kingdom nor I had a crown to wear. I was the head of many so called committee's that’s becoz I had a lot of spare time, but mostly for the fact that nobody would come and argue again with me. Who would like to waste his precious gray cells on some Lunatic, errrr, uncrowned King..

All this did really help me at the time of Campus interviews.. The adventure had made my CV quite a long one, with loads of goodies to add to my list of extra-curricular activities, and I had the confidence of cracking any interview I would sit in.. I did make some choice and skipped quite a lot of companies.. but yes I got placed in the first company I sat.. I was really excited.

Contrary to all this.. After the college I had a very few friends left, just a handful to say.. But even these guys were somehow Rebels..

As I was going through orkut, I felt awkward to write some scraps.. in fact I just wrote to only one of my juniors. With whom I am still in contact.

The biggest con of being a rebel was that, I did not had the courage to talk to the Girl whom I had long cherished. Being a rebel made the girl feel as if I was some criminal, who has been released from jail on a hefty bail. Being a coordinator of different committees had provided me with a lot of opportunities to interact with her. But she always felt terrified when I was there and eventually in the final year when I had organized an event just for her, she skipped the event, though she knew the fact that she would win.

Well life did move on. with its up and downs. Ups for work and friends, downs for girl friends.

I was on the job.. Here I found being a rebel wont help. So I started working hard on whatever I got. Making all sort of odd friends, But where would this rebellious nature go.. I found myself in a group which was itself a rebel. Thanks to my Boss finally I was in a conclave of my own kind.

Kaun bolta hai ki Being a rebel does not help.. It has in-fact helped me, at least I am able to do what I want.. and even my boss is afraid to question me..

Just a message to all those who want to be rebels, Follow thy dreams. Because….

Once a rebel.. Always a Rebel..