"I may not be popular but I think I'm doing everything right in life. I got talent. I got skill. I got a heart which is warm filled with compassion and love for others."
I never knew that being popular was a big deal until now. People want to talk, sit, eat and hang out with popular people, wishing to share their limelight. Being talented or skilled does not beat drums if you are not pretty enough. If you do not roam with a dozen different guys every other day. Gone are the days when people clicked pictures to keep them as a memento of memories, they take pictures to upload them on facebook, twitter and other social networking sites. Everyone wants to increase their circle of friends and even include a nerd to get a good grade in exams. Making true friends was never so tough until I stepped in the college. And when you realize that amidst all stress and pressure building up around you demanding competitiveness, you feel the need of a friend to offer a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on. Someone who will want to be your friend despite your clumsiness and idiotic ideas, walk that extra mile with you.Then I sit back and reflect upon what I have become in these two years - a more cynical and bitter person. Should I join the race to become popular in college when I know that they will remember me no more as soon as I pass out from this university? Is it right to judge the people who are involved in the race?
