As i wake up in the bus after a rather overstayed stay of bangalore, it was a refreshing site of coconut trees and malayalam words looming past by. One day being left for the next sem to start i can still hardly digest that one just got over. Having said, that it was rather a poetic end to an adventurous and eventful semester that passed by. The results though mattered, it mattered not.
Last semester that got over had mixed reactions from me. With my comeback at qualifying the ICPC regionals it turned out that i still had to learn more. Not only algos but much morw than that. And as i missed most of the greater events in my class for one genuine reason or the other, i missed them nevertheless and it still gives a heartburn. But much more important than any of that was the dust clearing from the stomped shoes of about 120 horses that roared by an year before. With more clear sight some of us at least got it clear on the real nature of friendship ties and the set of broken and unbroken vows that came with it.
None of it matters. As i complete a year and a half I realise what true goals are. A train must go forward until it reaches its destination no matter how late or how empty it rides. This will go on too.
P.S I know it might sound a little cryptic and illegible to some. Forgive me. Next blog post will be far more comprehensible.
Ashwin....the odd one out... :P
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