College and Nostalgia

And suddenly like a flurry of bad news, the final year of graduation is upon Us-the crazy, unique, united and terribly self-absorbed Us. The other day, K lamented wistfully that this is all coming to an end too suddenly, too unpredictably, before we have had got enough of it. Maybe it is this irrevocable dread of separation, of the inevitability of the end, that 'Us' prefers to forsake the identities it used to convey and indulge in masochistic nostalgia, by being distant from one another. New faces crowd our rooms, our conversations-the inexorable accusation("you let him take my place-in your heart, mind, and questionably the body") has entered our interactions. The thrill of first-year antlamo has been replaced by an all pervading gross sentimentalism and an imminent cynicism.
This blog entry is inspired by Ritinkar's blog which I tumbled upon recently. Maybe regular blogging, or an attempt at regular blogging will keep me preoccupied.