He walks into his room, and smokes his last cigarette.
And sometimes he refuses to tolerate secondhand smoke, and loathes every evil smoker in the college.
He drinks daily for a couple of weeks, over constant hangovers to the point where he's impervious to hangovers, like a Superman impervious to bullets, while sometimes he becomes the guy who, out of a scrupulous conscience, keeps telling the world that drinking is too unethical, and one should abstain.
He's the guy who thinks he was born for girls, he looks into the mirror combing his hair and thinks that "Bachna e haseeno " is the song for him, and that he stands a terribly good chance in his college since he's way much cool than his batchmates, so he interacts, sometimes to know how equally terrible the girls are, and sometimes not.
The other times he's the guy who thinks girls in his college are too ugly to look at, and too dumb to talk to, and that he can't care less about his image among them.
At times, very rarely, but certainly, he's the ultimate loser of his batch, he is laughed at and joked about, both overtly and covertly, and he knows what people think about him. So he withdraws, and so he has no friends. Only the kind-hearted talk to him with apparent respect, but he senses it's mere pity and nothing else.
Yet, he's never lonely, only alone.
Yet, there are moments when he's the happiest and the most beautiful man on earth.
And sometimes he's the ultimate hero, the face that you all know, recognize, like and respect. He's a good man, people say. But deep inside he's only an ordinary guy with an extraordinary image. There are times when he's not alone, but very lonely, times when his self-conceit is shattered, times when he is taken for granted, and times when he feels like he's good for nothing.
He's the loser within every hero.
He's the hero within every loser.
He's sometimes the guy who's least interested in politics, either because he thinks the whole game is totally worthless, or because he's too busy and content in his own world. So he yawns during the elections, becomes the public, the janta, and is coaxed into voting for someone or the other.(because rarely does he think about who's deserving and who's not, rarely he cares.)
Otherwise, he's the guy who enters politics to see what it feels like. Sometimes he discovers and unleashes the neta within, and the desire for power makes him do things he sometimes doesn't want to, so he masks his contempt and smiles at everyone. He jumps into the morass, and perfectly plays the dirty game.
At other times, when he loses his nerve, when he suddenly discerns he's become somebody he's not, he either becomes impassive, or withdraws when he begins to believe he must stay out of it, or else he'll lose his mind.
He's the person who believes academics is the only thing worth excelling in, that he must not lose the purpose of coming to college, and that he must not stray off the right track that he's constantly reminded of by his parents, so he unfailingly and regularly studies, and tries to maintain a decent pointer. Seldom he's genuinely and passionately interested in designing circuits or thinking up algorithms.
Otherwise he's the guy who knows he can never be an engineer, that there just isn't a technical side to him, so he pursues his interests, plays his guitar, reads books, or is hugely into sports. He wants a decent pointer too, but such is his utter lack of interest, that he only studies to pass.
A part of him believes that friendship is the real deal in life, and his priority is the people he loves, and the people who love him.
Another part of him is annoyed by emotions, and thinks sentimentality is counter-productive and kaminapanti isn't morally offensive, so he does what he wants to. Often the two parts are engaged in a constant battle, and usually, they coexist inside him.
He's most often the guy who believes there's something different about him that nobody else has, who dreams of fame and success he presumes he deserves, of atleast a decent placement, and there are times when he's utterly hopeless about his future, and thinks he's living a screwed up life. Despair sends him down deep into a sea of thoughts, until he emerges a confident and self-respecting man once again.
He's worried, he's relaxed.
Envious, proud. Observant, ignorant. Boasting, humble. Religious, rational. Conceited, modest. Simple, sophisticated. Confused, certain.
Realist. Escapist.
Good, evil.
Within him lies a sea of secrets, emotions, memories, desires, questions, confusions, and his own theories on life, love, friendship and sex.
See him, and you will know how awe-inspiring he is.
Ask him, and he always has a unique story to tell.
He's a man in the making.
He's somewhere in you, and you are somewhere in him.
