Hello!
So,
It’s starting to get a lot more sunny and springy. As much as I love the winter,
it’s pretty much gone. Days, though starting to get much longer, seem to be
passing by swiftly. It is supposedly hard to hold on to things that you don’t
want to let go, isn’t it (Last of my college days I talk about). The good news
is that most of us have travelled home for holidays. The bad news? A lot of us
don’t actually want to leave. Go figure.
Well
these last days have been a lot more about parties, photographs and teary eyed
goodbyes than exams, projects, deadlines or classes that anyways were such a
drag. As the college finally comes to a close, exams have been sat and
textbooks shut, a few of us still run after that one offer letter we can take
home and a few have had the realisation that job wasn’t exactly what they were
meant to do anyways. Happy realisation or reality check, God knows.
Now,
to a bit of zeitgeist of what was:
Looking
back, I realize that more than anything ever JBS was the most exciting, if not
the most joyous part of my life. I had been walking under rainclouds for most
of the first and second trimesters trying to adapt to an absolutely new place
and people so different from each other that I couldn’t be sure of them. Still
remember how gloomy it used to be initially when I had to travel from South
Delhi to Noida for classes and make it back till around 7 in the evening,
thankfully hostel happened. Despite all that, by the third trimester I had
managed to make a few very good friends and had my awesome moments more
frequently now. Highlights would be the double trips to Rishikesh in both
January and February of 2012, the second time round on bikes. Each one of us
had by this time awakened to the fact about how surviving a trimester was
actually much more crucial than securing a good grade and thereon it was only
more fun. It was now time to head back home for three long months and I didn’t
really want to. But the internship at Tata Motors was like a breath of fresh
air and so I survived.
Moving
on to the second year, always knew about how it was a handicap going for
finance without being a nine pointer pegged against all the stars from DDM but
I somehow survived being in the sevens. The fourth trimester would’ve quietly
drifted past but then I bought a guitar for my birthday and a DSLR and the fun
began. By the fifth trimester, both the guitar and the camera were back on the
shelves subsided by the pressure of getting a job. Would not like to divulge
much detail on what transpired on the job part but the third trip to Rishikesh
and another one to Bhopal turned out to be massive fun (in between the tedious
schedule), and not to forget about the numerous night outs at Khan market, for
placement celebrations, birthdays or the ones with no reason attached.
Sixth
trimester had its own weird story, be it, driving to the bird sanctuary instead
of the job interview for a company that wasn’t (not to forget, getting
intoxicated before) or moving 250 KMs to Chandigarh to watch football in an
overpriced hotel room on Valentine’s Day. A lot of other less freakish stuff
had happened in the last couple of months or around the last couple years
maybe. I’ll be taking it all back in around 8000 pictures sitting back on about
25 GB of hard disk space.
I’d
say this proper, and as is the human nature, I gave my fair share of cusses to
this college while I was here but as I pack my bags, I’ve only got to say that
this was a wonderful place, in all truth. Now before I leave for a little
while, I’d like to acknowledge all the people, wonderful or otherwise that I
met here who touched my heart and the ones that I might or might not have
anything to do with further in life: You were all special and will be missed
and it bums me to think about how I might not ever get meet some of you again
and it is maddening thinking about how we’ll all.. be.. gone..? :o
But,
that’s just life, I suppose.
Now to the
wannabe-inspirational side of things. An awesome quote:
“The future doesn’t belong
to the faint hearted, it belongs to the brave” -by Ronal Reagan
And that brings me to a much
more hopeful realisation about how it’s a fresh canvas, a fresh start and I’m
going to have to push my limits further. Hope the same from you all.
Godspeed goodmates J
