Nostalgia..saala

12:06 pm
5th nov 2006
University exams over…

So this was it. The Final classroom semester was over with the exams. 7 semesters of scratching the blackboard with your eyeballs, 7 semesters of carrying mortein mosquito coil to the classroom for some undisturbed sleep during the hours, 7 semesters of having rice (and its derivatives) as your breakfast, 7 semesters of skirmishes, misunderstandings, pyaar muhabbat, dosti yaari tazaa maaza, 7 semesters of trying…too hard…(squeezing the pillows at night..nothing more..L), 7 semesters of learning that ‘proxy’ is also a word used with the Servers other than maaring it for first day first show dekhne waale dost, 7 semesters of ….counting till 7….hehe

Sab khatam…Nostalgia is the word…. but half of the dost don’t know any such word exists (blame it on their firangi lingo se nafrat) and the other GRE ghissing CAT pakding half are too cold to FEEL the word.

Just as we came out of the examination hall, we were as excited as we were in the 8th standard when the teacher was about to teach us the intricacies of the human reproductive system.

The slogging days were over. We were one step closer to become an apna desi know-nothing engineer. But Ki farak paindaa hai…party-sharty maaro yaaro..some of my friends announced to turn into a macchli (phishh) and jump into an aquarium filled with daaru that night ….weird thought…but then I told them not to include any Bengali friends in their fishy plan…”kee dada maaachh khaabo…” they will end up eating each other….

Daaru, ciggie is as far from me as Aishwarya is from vivek or cardamom for that matter.

Then for the next three days my tongue was busy mopping pizza toppings, and the throat absorbing ice creams.

11:17 pm
11th nov 2006
Prostate on a berth.…Chennai-Indore express

The chill of the Ice cream and the November night got to my head. My body temperature had already raised its bat to the stands and kissed the ground after reaching the 100 mark. I couldn’t applaud. After spending the next day curled up like a slimy reptile on the upper berth with a book. And guess which one…’The Kite runner’…No explanation needed.

I reached my home early morning after the autowallaah sucked enough currency from my wallet to buy a new auto-rickshaw. I was fever-stricken carrying more mucus in my head than the weight of my luggage.
Finally I was home.

Home is where the television is, home Is where the pills are, home is where there is hot water, home is where the pooraana thermometer is, home is where there’s someone worried for you, Home is where Mum IS there.

I have recovered, not fully but well enough to pull off an awry post like this. Soon the stories will be woven the plots will be built and the point blank encounters will kick. Till then I’ll sit back and enjoy watching my friends scuba-dive in the aquarium.(yep!! The videos have been uploaded on youtube!!)