3 posts tagged “strawberry fields”

Well, first year is more or less over. Exams all done with. Ah, hopefully anyway. Anyhow, a year here IS over and no number of repeats and carries can change that bit at least! Wow, a whole entire year. It seems strange. In one way, there seems no way that a whole year could have gone by, but then again, when I look back at Spiritus, Strawberry Fields, even the New Year Party... it seems like I've been here for centuries... like I've been here forever...

So, now that an entire year is over... How do I feel? I feel... strange. It seems weird that there was actually a time when life didn't revolve around projects, exams, Zero days, Pubs, Drinking and well... all the things that meant absolutely nothing a year ago. It actually hit me today how much we've gotten used to this sort of life when one of my friends happened to remark, and rather gladly may I add, "Dude!!! No exams for a month!!!" A month??? Since when is that something to be so happy about?... but that's just it. It has really become that way. A year ago, words like "Locus", "Per se", "Stunning" were not everyday words. A year ago we didn't start talkin about "personal capacity" over dinner when someone wanted to order something no one else at the table wanted...

Have I really been swallowed up that completely by this place? I don't know. In a way, I guess I have. And, honestly, it is rather comforting. I don't really mind most days. It's... distracting. Not always in a good way, but still...

Have I changed? I don't really know, but Mave says I have... and she's the only one from school I still talk to, so I guess she has her reasons for saying so. She says that before I came here, It seemed like I at least tried to hold on to some semblance of sanity... but now, its like I don't give a fuck anymore. Is that true? I don't know...

My first trimester here was just insane. It was like a drive in a really fast car. When you don't really know where you're going, but you love the wind in your hair so much, you don't really care. The second trimester was a complete blur. I did so much, but nothing at all at the same time... The third trimester is when I actually started thinking again. Once again, I don't know if that's a good thing or not...

Its just that... I guess, up until now every time my thoughts started to bother me, I'd just pick up a bottle and then nothing really mattered. Its gotten me into a lot of trouble, but I think I needed that. What scares me is that this phase seems like the calm before the storm...

Screaming lights, bright sounds

Stars and smokes all around.

Wooden fences, barricades

Illegal stuff in lemonades

Strange news, weird surprises

Cops and Registrars! It’s a crisis

Red Alerts, things to hide

Coast clear? Bring it back outside

Drunken laughter in the cold

Another drag… to warm the soul

Interesting people, new friends

Stop that guy who just jumped that fence!!!
Food for the sound console

Should’ve known six “coffees” are hard to hold

Brilliant judges, and in the end

You’ve made some great new friends

All that light, all that sound

Cans of beer taking rounds

Murdering brain cells can be fun

Oh a mosh pit, was that a gun?

Guitars and drums don’t make bands

Screaming crowds don’t make fans

But we have them all in sight

Strawberry Fields is here tonight!

Lots of interesting conversation

Excess of sleep deprivation

Screaming heads, angry bosses

Barely heard above the loud noises

“I said noodles, not a roll”

“You! Get back to the sound console!”

But then the rewards, what can I say?

Beats a Six point something CGPA

Nods of approval and some Vat 69

Workin has never been this fine

Requisitions one after the other

Moan FnB “Not another!”

And then the hunt for a page

Someone needs water on the stage!

On your way down, time for a break

Meet a friend with stuff to cure the ache

Duck down by the stairs, sip his beer

Hits you then, the end is near

Another sip to block that thought

Run back to see what must be brought

People with drinks they can’t identify

Pass them on with the deepest sighs

“I think that it could be whiskey

Or just maybe its rum and pepsi”

The last band takes the stage

More screaming, but not in rage

Headbang your way to certain pain

Your neck will never be the same

Smoke and noise fills the air

In your head, heart and hair

Shows ending, with goodbyes snatched

Takin down posters and pickin up trash.

Can’t believe its time to go

Strawberry Fields forever more?

Beverages allocated soon

“Leave now, drink in your room

There’s no problem, just stay alive

Our responsibility if you die!”

Heavy heart, dragging feet

One last cigarette for some needed heat

Sudden footsteps and you stop

“Stub that NOW!!! It’s the COPS!!!”

Clanking cartons, counted nine

“?????’s room, should be fine”

Trudge back to the hostel sighing

Pick up people bout to start crying

On the roof, stay the night

Passing rum in the hazy moonlight

Drunken people, take them below

Tuck them in, responsibility grows.

Now to the room, drop down with a sigh

Talk bout S.F. till its almost light

Still just can’t believe it’s over

But you know what? Strawberry Fields forever…

Strawberry Fields.

No, not the song. (Though I love it completely too)

Those of you who know what I’m talking about deserve to live; the others may please jump off the nearest roof or into the nearest well.

Now that that’s out of the way, and I have absolutely nothing to do but go to a class I’m already late for and I seem to have lost the last of my smokes (@##%!^@%@), I shall attempt to describe what these last three days have been like.

Heaven.

Hmm… that was easy.

But seriously…

I was there. All that stuff bout pretty little children in puffy white clouds who play harps and have beautiful wings… is utter NONSENSE.

Heaven is a rock concert. And not just any, Heaven is strawberry fields.

Why is it such a big deal?

Is it the incredible music? The good food? The free booze? The hope of running into a hot guitarist?

Nah, those things happen in all rock concerts. Normal, ordinary ones (if I dare call a concert that!).

The reason it’s such a big deal is hard to put down in words. Or maybe I jus ended up with too many dead brain cells which used to control the grammar section of my brain!

Either way, the things that make it a big deal start from the minute you step into law school… Actually, back up, they start from before that…

Strawberry Fields is why I got into NLS.

Three days of waking up and reporting to a dry, scorched field, clearing it of all sorts of substances, listenin to people play music you love, running around getting food from everyone for everyone, the occasional stray can of beer, the cigarettes someone always manages to have, the kind of people you meet, the interesting conversations you’re part of, the fence hopping, the headbanging…

These and so many more random little things make Strawberry Fields so special…

*sigh*

I would love to go on… and believe me I can! (Ask my poor room mate, I just can’t shut up about how much I miss SF)

I must go now...

Or I’ll miss the next hour as well!!! More importantly… I have to find my smokes.

Rock on.

Strawberry Fields FOREVER!!!