ಚಳಿಗಾಳಿ ಸೋಕಿ ಸಣ್ಣ ನಡುಕ ಹರಡಿದ್ದು ಮೊದಲ ಹನಿ ಮೈ ಸೋಕಿ ಮುದ ನೀಡಿದ್ದು ಇನ್ನೆರಡು ನಿಮಿಷ ಈ ಸುಖವ ಸವಿದು ಒಳಗೋಡಿ ಹೋಗುವ ಧೈರ್ಯ ನೀಡಿತ್ತು
Since too many memories are clogging my mind, this is not a well thought out piece about parting and graduating, this is just a compilation of thoughts that came about during the last few days.
What began as the fruit of some hard work and extreme luck, what came after a choice that decided the direction of my life (between medical or engineering - that’s all that’s available for a middle class average student), what started with me as a dumb, innocent and childish teenager, is now coming to an end. As it ends, I contemplate. The several dimensions of life here have left a trove of memories.
With more than 20 hours between the exam that just got over and the last exam I will take before graduating, I was spending time on HackerNews and Reddit as usual. And then I come across this video of one Mister Fred Rogers on the internet. There is a children’s poem that he recites, which moved me like nothing I remember from recent times:
What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world feels oh, so wrong
And nothing you do seems very right?