Time for change : old memories

A gateway to an ("to-be-" no more)engineer's / to be postgrad's misadventures and daily encounters written down in the worst possible, dry, unformatted form and kept away from the sight of people, known and unknown. EDIT As reality hits in the face, still reeling from the blow, living a life that excludes defeat and disappointment as an inherent attribute seems like a distant voice which is, but virtual.