Wish I could bend time...

Today I am feeling lonesome like hell. Its round about midnight and there is no one in the cubicles nearby. It’s not that I am a workaholic and I like sitting late hours at office. I am a careless freak who doesn’t mind avoiding work till the last moment or till the time adrenaline in my blood rises to a level which is irresistible. And I am not interested in any of these solitary pursuits too. But due to some inherent inertia in me, I am feeling nostalgic.

My senses are not ready to believe that those good old days are gone, that I would no more wake up at 8:55 in the morning to rush for a class at 9:00, … I would no more carry on my proxy business in lectures,…. I would no more do cut, copy and paste to meet the assignment deadlines, … I would no more go to a prof requesting him to cancel a quiz because we have a football match…. I would no more ask Rajesh, Rohit or Bhalla to “Tripathi” or “Punjabi” for dinner…. I would no more have endless discussions on AOC matches, on who defeated whom in a one on one or through a feudal attack…. I would no more chat with my roomy Vivek about girls a day before exams without even knowing what the syllabus is… I would no more see what’s there in the “Last One Day” download list at ftp://172.31.2.40 ….I would no more search for “xyz$” folders through Netscan ….. I would no more mimic and copy SKS, Sanyal sir and Nandi ... I would no more be a part of late night discussions on weirdest of topics…I would no more hear a “Namaste Bhaiya” from a CC or Hostel guard… I would no more tease Puneet by calling him “Puns” and “Vikash” by calling him “Pappu”….. I would no more spend sleepless nights in CC playing age or counter strike… I would no more go to Jassi’s room to watch WWE matches or action movies or to have discussion on a Topcoder match… I would no more check my IIITA –mail 200 times a day ….I would no more spend nights in front of library rehearsing our dramas…. I would no more go to Civil Lines by the 6:30 bus and return by the 9:30 one… I would no more go to the canteen at midnight in the month of December to eat ice-cream… … I would no more play cricket in the hostel corridor with guards threatening us of warden…I would no more mess up my room in whatever manner I like…I would no more ask for Utkarsh's or Pathak's notes during exam season ... I would no more have empty pockets so that I would ask someone for money… I would no more have a fight with a 6’2” tall and 350 pounds Vaibhav Rastogi…. I would no more feel the tense moments due to high career aspirations… I would no more eagerly wait for a new episode of “Prison Break” or “Heroes” … I would no more watch a mithun movie like “Gunda” and mug up the dialogues....I would no more abuse the mess food all the time… I would no more go to “PipalGaon” early in the morning to have “Chole-Samose”… I would no more sit on the stairs of Allahabad University cricket stadium to explore a serious side of my inner-self....I am no more a part of it…… I am not at IIIT.