Moments

Classes have begun, after what seemed to be long long time. When April exams were over, I knew it won’t be just another summer break, but I had no clue that it would seem to be so long either. Life since has been, to quote Evanna Lynch, “exceptionally ordinary” with random exciting peaks dotting the regular affairs. I will relive some moments of the past few months here; call it updates or whatever.

MP get-together

This was undoubtedly the best part of summer internship. Bhondu’s didi was getting married and most of us decided to be there. For parents, it does feel special when two guys from Delhi, one from Haryana, two from Chennai, one from Pune, one from Bangalore, one from Ujjain and three from Bhopal come together to celebrate their daughter’s big day. And we had fun!

Some high points of the 4-day trip:

  • Playing a prank on Neta when he came to receive me and Ghalib at Bhopal station.
  • Lazily spent morning at FKD’s weird house; omlette-maggi.
  • Beer at Bhopal Lake.
  • Cold coffee at Neta’s house at night, made by me and styled by Ghalib.
  • Dhamki’s incessant fart.
  • Preparing and performing a song for didi’s birthday (which happened a day before her wedding); Ghalib wrote the lyrics and Neta and FKD prepared the music, everything on the way to Indore, in a Tavera.
  • The handmade birthday card – crayons on paper.
  • Red and yellow roses that we were supposed to present to any girl in the wedding.
  • Bhondu’s cousin Shruti.
  • Bowling.
  • Bhasmaarti at Ujjain’s Mahakaleshwar temple; Moli’s unexpected recital of some aarti (no pun intended).
  • Tattu’s family eying me suspiciously after they saw a video of what we do here in insti.
  • ‘At last we managed to have coffee’ at Bhopal station.

Hisar

This time it was the ring ceremony of Ghalib’s sister, and it marked my first visit to Haryana. Had nice time there, though only a few hours. And those few hours were filled with beer, thanks to several uncles who wouldn’t let me leave their table!

Convocation

It was a big day. A variety of emotions was on the loose. It was one of those times when friends were ecstatic for one moment and sad for the next. Some friends had a hard time being at ease with the haunting hollow feeling. Some friends left soon after with a final good bye. And there I stood, not knowing what to do and how to bring smiles to everyone around. It’s not impossible to achieve two things at a time, but I failed in both!

Bheed!

Few days later, our campus was swarmed with freshies. You could see them everywhere, each with a dozen guardians. The one word that came to me in those days was: Bheed. Tifanys had a queue running till the entrance, the departmental store at Gurunath had three layers of people inside, Himalaya lawns were so full you could hardly see the grass. They were everywhere! You could hear them cribbing about triple occupancy, about poor cellphone signal, about every damn thing. As if we seniors were some species whose existence they need not consider/fear at all!

5th Year

It is different. Very different from the past four years. I longed to see familiar faces in the initial days of the semester. From mess to Guru, every place was filled with strangers. It was a strange out-of-the-place feeling!

We shifted from 9th wing to 10th wing, but here it’s like everyday wears off one at a time. It’s as if no one wants to think of this wing or this year on a broad level.

My department has changed significantly. What used to be the big examination hall on 3rd floor has now been divided into two classrooms. Two smaller classrooms on the 2nd floor have been joined together to form a bigger one. Some professors’ rooms are also being worked upon. The seminar hall is complete now, but it hardly sports the grandeur that it once did, before burning down. Only things that remain the  same are the benches and tables in the classes, bearing all our graffiti of past years. All those “Upar dekh, kutte ke lund” and “Nehaluv” are still there, to remind us of the batch mates who are not there. 🙂

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  1. Galib
    August 21, 2009 at 5:04 pm

    Itne time baad bhi you could compile all of those moments.. Fresh fruit u are 🙂 Always 🙂

  2. SiM
    August 21, 2009 at 6:03 pm

    I was curious to know what Bheed is. Lol. Wonderful account.

    “longed to see familiar faces in the initial days of the semester.” – that sounds real sad.

  3. Anitha
    August 21, 2009 at 11:39 pm

    Very well written. As always 🙂

    But makes me feel a li’l wary of the time when I’ll be in my fifth year! 😐

  4. August 22, 2009 at 1:09 am

    Hmmm..dont know what to say..but the fifth year part..feels weird na..still absorbing this feeling thats making me feel like a stranger in this place thats been home last four years…everything’s changed
    @Anitha: It’ll make you grow up

  5. August 22, 2009 at 5:07 am

    Bhopal trip was something I can never forget and the best part was the journey to Indore.. The heat, the nagging and the song…

    As far as the Final sem goes try meeting up more often.. obviously the wing will be a bit dull with the leftout Junta also mugging for GRE etc..

    @shruti – I think the thing which is gonig wrong is that u r growign up, don’t do that 🙂

    @anitha – forget what shruti said… don’t grow up

  6. Arpan
    August 22, 2009 at 11:56 pm

    i thought you are blessed that you have another year to spend in the insti. For me, the dryness was even more…. but then the few occasions of fun are enough to sustain a smile. I remember going to Lando’s place a couple of days back, where only thing we did was discussing our jobs, insti days, etc…. but somehow, this very ordinary incidence gave me immense satisfaction. Try making most out of what you get, and anticipate for more…

  7. Moli
    August 23, 2009 at 1:28 am

    was I with you all along… No! I felt so .. or have we already talked about it …
    Change is a difficult thing to handle ..
    In 3 months from get together to separation …. maybe it was perfect, the perfect way to say goodbye
    True, 5th year is a tough time .. but CARDS Zindabad

  8. Shrey Ginoria
    August 23, 2009 at 10:02 pm

    ” I longed to see familiar faces in the initial days of the semester. From mess to Guru, every place was filled with strangers.”

    Reminds me of my own days in 5th year when everytime I used to go to mess alone I had to scan the entire mess to find a table with a familiar face on it, ultimately give up and eventually sit beside some random Sindhu guy, have lunch and curse 5th year.

  9. August 24, 2009 at 11:44 am

    @Galib: After all, we did enjoy those days. I remember you were not ready to leave from Delhi station to your home after the trip was over, “Man nahi kar raha hai”.

    @SiM: Sadness is momentary. You feel at ease in the next few days.

    @Anitha: Thanks. You will enjoy your 5th year. Everyone does. And trust me, it’s far better to be a dual than to be a btech.

    @Shruti: Don’t know what to say? And no, nothing has changed. It’s still home.

    @Anuj: Life is not dull. We do manage to spice out a bit. 🙂

    @Arpan: Yes, I am blessed, I know that. Good luck to you too!

    @Moli: Explain the first few lines.

    @Shrey: Fortunately, we have better company in mess as most of our group were duals.

  10. Anand
    August 25, 2009 at 9:39 pm

    Been there, gone through all this!

    Especially painful is going to mess. Absolutely noone you know would be there in mess. Mostly I sat with B.Tech 4 yr juniors 🙂

    I haven’t come to the stage of _missing_ insti as I am still in chennai.

    • August 25, 2009 at 11:03 pm

      @Anand: Same is the story for everyone.

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