I know it now.

One thing that I have realized lately, and am happy to realize so is that, there is professionalism involved in everything that surrounds you. I do not condemn its existence but still, you definitely feel looted once you experience so. Most of you, in fact all of you, might be wondering why exactly am I behaving so awkwardly. Actually, my latest encounters with some of my friends have encouraged me to write so.

I have always valued friendship. I haven’t got a vast friend circle, as you all know very well, but yeah!! The people I call my friends are definitely close to me. I will call it my weakness that I am like an open book to my each and every one of you. (Obviously, I’m not expecting someone stranger reading this. I doubt whether my closest friends have interest in reading this either.) You probably know almost everything about me. My past (which is anyway boring enough to share), my likings, the things I dislike and also the people I like. :O And that indeed has cost me at fairly often. I always ignored it due to my “Let it happen” attitude. Though I now realize, things are not that simple, as they pretend to be. And knowing it, is what you call experience.

“I don’t think our friendship will continue the same way as it is going on now. I doubt we’ll even meet once our juniors take over.” I said to rheshabh during our club party. I regret it now. What impression had it left on each and every one of my fellow club representatives? Obviously, no one thinks that way, and even if someone does, he/she at least doesn’t share so. But I was a bit disturbed. More than that I regret I couldn’t enjoy one of my rare outings. At the back of my mind, there was always something going on. I guess, you people didn’t notice it. But I was under a real set back due to certain reasons.

The tide had to strike back the following afternoon as well. And I don’t think I need to mention anything further. Cause not even in my dreams am I expecting you to read it. The not so good part is, I didn’t expect you to act that much foolish. Whatever, it was your choice. But from now onwards, don’t expect much from my side.

So, conclusion: Your friends are just people who are with you for some reason. They want something out of you.
No way. I still withstand with my previous take. Friends are your second family. For someone like me, mum, dad, viji jiji, mini jiji are always going to mean the most. But yeah! My friends can always count on me as well. And this is my reply.

Seriously, I can’t justify why I actually wrote it. I have gone through some changes in this semester. Why? Even, I don’t know. But, I’m not the same. I’ve gone through some turmoil. But, I’m enjoying it. I’m not afraid to share anything now. May be that’s not good; as it may hit me back again. But I’m ready. My actions are more controlled now, for that sole reason only. I no longer wish to be Shaun Kurkait. I am Tarun Kaushik and I will have to remain Tarun Kaushik.


P. S. Messages

Mum, Dad: I love you. And you can trust me blindly, cause I know what you expect from me and I assure you, I’ll never let you down.

Viji jiji, Mini jiji: I’m missing you the most. You have been my best friends for sure and I mean it. I know, I can never, meet better people than you are, throughout the rest of my life.

Shubhankar, Snehil: I wish I still had you both by my side. Cause you two are the ones who have meant something to me.

Akash, Rishabh (With I and 1 H): Hello guys. Let’s meet some day.

Arpit, Pawan, Jay, Harsh, Dheeraj, Somya, Ankita, Avishek, Abhishek: Group 1 rocks. I can say so, after attending structures with Group 5.

Pravesh, Rheshabh (Without an I and with 3 H), Nilesh, Dilpreet, Sarneet, Shweta, Aditya, Ankur, Anmol, Pranjay, Rahul: I’m lucky to be part of ISC and be with such nice people.

Abhinav, Siddharth, Arpit, Abhishek, Abhishek,Dhruv, Ayush, Ravi, Aatish: Yaar, is sem main 1 baar to kuchh bada machana banta hai yaar.

Esha, Naman, Sonia, Shashank: I’m still single.

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