Archive for May 2009
Laziness is in the air! For a metaphorical eternity I’ve been wanting to press the publish button and unleash the clichéd and retrospective year end post. But yet as I sit in front of this black box, the very fingers which boast of a typing speed of well over 75wpm are unable to co-ordinate with their cranial master and string together a few words. Neither the receding blogline which says “Chronotron – 5 weeks ago”, nor the dozen others senti posts by fellow basters are able to break this mould of laziness which has cropped up. But dear reader(??), do forgive me this one time … After all, its that time of the year when my enviable hindi skills can rest in peace, when the ubiquitous “Oh! You’ve grown so thin” exclamation results in brilli-aunt sweets being stuffed inside and when I get to meet old acquaintances and reminisce about those green and salad days.
Savage Garden with their “Truly, Madly, Deeply” were the runners-up for the title of a post where I attempt a futile sojourn down my short-term memory lane. How can I forget? My legendary pole dance in the first of its kind Litta chapo. The destruction of various rooms – the only meaningful exercise in an farzi endeavor calling itself Bhawan day. The end of an era where I was a diligent NCC Cadet. Fervour (the passion?) in Azad and Cautley TV rooms as we cheered the Devils who are truly on their way towards a magical quadruple. Long hours spent in front the RJB canteen for FAQ (Fachchas associated with Quizzing no more?) meetings, and more recently the farewell quiz. A few memorable moments that I draw from the pool of nostalgia but believe me, this semester was so much more. It is times like these that make me wish that I lived in Harry Potter’s magical world. That way, a Pensive could help me re-live all these magical moments which otherwise may fall into the bottomless abyss of life.
The coming semester will be exciting in its own way. Yet the hallowed portals of LitSecTM and WONA will never be the same. No more quizzes where the QM in all his geekiness proclaims “bullet time” to be a household word. No more wardrobe malfunctions or modified-Baba-Dude Symbols. No more turban-spotting. And alarmingly, no more girls in Litta (hopefully the coming batch is able to throw up an answer to that)… The crowd in Cautley’s TV room shall never be the same again. No more fist pumping by an otherwise serene, cute chap with the Man-U Tee Shirt. Meetings of the morons Inc will throw up many new faces. Bulks, Sulks and resident geeks have taken their seats in the audience, it is the era of baldness, of Chewbeccas and underwear.
Life being a cycle, the future will always bring with it an element of the past. Maybe one fine day I’ll look at some minion and comment, “Did I ever tell you? You remind me of this dinosaur/left hander”… but they can never be the same. G-71 & 81 shall always hold a sweet spot in this memory… Scrabble, 1TB harddisks and WOTalk notwithstanding, there is something special about those visits to the farm house or maybe as the Mallu Marauder put it perfectly, “We came to seek your blessings”..
When I’m 64 (sorry Dela, you changed the title), and when I think of this particular phase of my life labeled by an ordered pair (1,2), all that I’ll have with me to enter the bittersweet world of nostalgia will be a few dozen jpeg files (for the uninitiated, facebook is your friend) and a boastworthy nine point something. But neither in all their mundaneness can hope to sum up a (as clichéd as it may sound), a roller-coaster of a semester. For some undecipherable reason, this rhyme which inspired Ken Kesey and probably thousands of others comes closest
One flew east, one flew west
And one flew over the cuckoo’s nest