It was a day out cleaning my dirty looking room. I had enough time to remove all the abandoned things which were starting to fossilize under my cot. One disgusting thing when you stay in PG( or as PG? I am not sure which one is right) is you never have sufficient place for yourself, let alone your things however precious they might be. I had dumped two bags of my books under my cot. I could feel the anguish on myself for bringing the books to such a sorry state.
Yeah, books mean a lot to me. I can’t stand people when they dont return my books in good health. Now what the hell I had done to my own books? I loosened the mouth of the bags hurriedly, I could see the books in battered shape. They seemed to be able to breath easily when I placed them on the table one after the other. All the books brought memories of college life back.
Those assignments, internals, struggles to complete records, the way I battled for outputs in the lab, mass bunks, combined studies….. Those days wil never come back. I was awakened from middle of my thoughts when book slipped out of my hand and fell down.
There fell a yellow colour stout electronics book Millman Halkias, laughing at me. I was never able to complete a single chapter from that book. I bought that book for the reason that it was prescribed book. Seniors had told me “it’s like a bible for electronics students”. Rather it was like a classic work in electronis. You dont understand classics easily. I could not bear the mere thought of Millman and Halkias laughing at me so placed it behind me. Unfortunately, every other book I had placed in front of me seemed to laugh at me. It was a horrible feeling. It was my mistake of not studying when I was supposed to. What a loser I was. That guilt inside was haunting me in the form of books.
I had made a decision not to think of yesterday and waste my today. I consoled myself and went on arranging the books, promising them a better place next time.