Leaving IIT
As one of the last guys to be leaving i have something to say. " it's really peacefull out here". last night i slept in the lab and it was really nice. There was no rattle and hum of 15 odd guys pretending to work. Before this there was no fight for the Comps all were there for the taking! You could jump around like a monkey or go around naked ( this is Murthy's fantasy!) and not a soul would care, to make it more realistic you could open the window and let the monkeys come in and have a monkey dance or something, Bala ji do you care!
I have this feeling that i am getting emotional i mean now that everybody is gone and i have this place to myself i really don't wanna go. I never thought this was possible, the abscence of my dear friends has done what their presence could never do! Ironic as it sounds strange are the ways of this world stranger are the people in it (but why do all of them end up doing MBA's???) .
I have also started missing mess food and the reasons are bloody obvious, tiffany is freaking tough on the pocket. And the great realisation that has dawned upon me is that if you wanna feel good about something bad get something worse, in my case i don't have to try too hard. I thought i had screwed my engineering and then MBA came in and i started feeling good about my engineering now all i have to do to feel good about my MBA is wait for my job to start. Wish i could live in retrospect..... ummm whatever it means.
On a serious note i think i have really stuck some good friendships here a case in point is Candy the lizard in my room. I just saw her come out of my pile of old books and she was as fresh and lively as ever,and then as she was going she turned (resemblances to some freak hindi movie are purely coincidental) that moment frozen in time and space is going to live forever.Gracefully crawling across my ceiling never a false move and ever so smooth. .I'll miss you Candy!
Needless to say i'll miss the monkeys who used to catwalk across the corridorr. Them buggers had all the fun making out on ye random trees and empty stairways. Murthy's guitar could not break their peace balaji's stick was well just a stick and Gujju's crackers went phuss. True love finds it's way...so to say. But alas true love is restricted only to monkeys, what a pity it truly is.
I have also started packing my books and stuff, the books are rather heavy laden as they are with the guilt of not having been read. My Dam book is especially sorry for not having done it's duty of getting read, the reason i say so is because i found it to be a little soggy, the poor thing it seems has been crying. Fortunately it has a lot of company so things are not as bad as they seem.... quite unlike me......
Sarchasm: the gulf between the writer of sacrcastic wit and the reader who does not get it.
I have this feeling that i am getting emotional i mean now that everybody is gone and i have this place to myself i really don't wanna go. I never thought this was possible, the abscence of my dear friends has done what their presence could never do! Ironic as it sounds strange are the ways of this world stranger are the people in it (but why do all of them end up doing MBA's???) .
I have also started missing mess food and the reasons are bloody obvious, tiffany is freaking tough on the pocket. And the great realisation that has dawned upon me is that if you wanna feel good about something bad get something worse, in my case i don't have to try too hard. I thought i had screwed my engineering and then MBA came in and i started feeling good about my engineering now all i have to do to feel good about my MBA is wait for my job to start. Wish i could live in retrospect..... ummm whatever it means.
On a serious note i think i have really stuck some good friendships here a case in point is Candy the lizard in my room. I just saw her come out of my pile of old books and she was as fresh and lively as ever,and then as she was going she turned (resemblances to some freak hindi movie are purely coincidental) that moment frozen in time and space is going to live forever.Gracefully crawling across my ceiling never a false move and ever so smooth. .I'll miss you Candy!
Needless to say i'll miss the monkeys who used to catwalk across the corridorr. Them buggers had all the fun making out on ye random trees and empty stairways. Murthy's guitar could not break their peace balaji's stick was well just a stick and Gujju's crackers went phuss. True love finds it's way...so to say. But alas true love is restricted only to monkeys, what a pity it truly is.
I have also started packing my books and stuff, the books are rather heavy laden as they are with the guilt of not having been read. My Dam book is especially sorry for not having done it's duty of getting read, the reason i say so is because i found it to be a little soggy, the poor thing it seems has been crying. Fortunately it has a lot of company so things are not as bad as they seem.... quite unlike me......
Sarchasm: the gulf between the writer of sacrcastic wit and the reader who does not get it.
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