Yap yap yap $#%@%#

How in the world can people talk so much! Yap yap yap nonstop. It’s like a verbal form of diarrhea. And it’s equally painful to the one on whose ears the nonstop jabber falls! After a while the mind wanders away while those words still keep hammering away on your ears. Worse so if the person is talking to you and you have to give that occasional nod out of politeness.

One nod and the hammering begins with renewed gusto. So much for politeness. I mean don’t they ever take a break? So much potential energy being converted into sound….When it could be put into so many better uses :D

And as I listen to the endless talk, all of it stories of how they did this and that and that too. …my mind goes into this zone. I wonder if it would come to a stop if I suddenly stood up and screamed loudly….or maybe poured cold water on top of them. Pretended to faint…. Something!

Seriously. How in the world!

End of an Era

22nd March 2008.
The date goes down into history as the end of my 'formal' education.
IIMK Batch of 2006-2008.

Real life is yet to teach me its lessons though. Time to come out of the cocoon and fly...Hoping for a fulfilling journey!
I wonder how many graduates each year pen down these same many thoughts in the last days of their education.... so will many in years to come. .

Its like cutting the umbical cord a second time. It is a big moment.

and its ironical.

Life at K came with a lot of ups and downs... and no I don't mean just up and down those mesmerising hills of Kunnamangalam!

First time in a hostel... was all charged up when I got here. Cribbed to the end of eternity cause I had to get here 10 days before with some 60 odd others for the prep course... but boy was it worth it!
One class a day... and all the time in the world to admire the scenic hills, check out the vicinity.... which was full of Malyalam girls in Burkhas giggling at you while you tried to dumb charade your way into buying buckets and things in the local market!
Post midnight guitar sessions, trying to light a bonfire under rain! Controversial Classes :D
Bike rides into the country side. The amazingly beautiful hills did wonders to you. Look out of your room in the morning and you Had to smile.

and then classes... which put me in serious doubt of my ability to stay awake during a lecture!
and those darned lawn sprinklers along the shortest route to the classes... they had to start when I was in the middle of a hopeless attempt to reach class in time... reaching all drenched and 5 mins late... :

The place is full of memories... The C hostel, The parties with pgp 09, 10 and 11, Mess parties, Class rooms, NC, turning everytime Ranjit called out "Kiran-maggi!" (For the unaware... its a dish named after a pgp Niner of the same name!), The crossroads, Staying in the Library till 7 am before a submission... watching the sunrise thereafter, Section A , Harvard Steps, Amphitheater, Long walks... some in an attempt to lose some weight and some just to get your head thinking straight , IP messages, Spam Wars, Status message fights, Debates and discussions, Late night NC maggi, gossip sessions, bakar sessions, parties in the hostel rooms, Those project meetings trying to get some work done, and never ending Backwaters meetings... more bakar and less work! ... infinite moments... totally worth it!

And people too... Learnt a lot like no place else. Friends made and unmade. Met some wonderful people... those I will cherish forever. Others well. Having the same people around you 24X7 is nice at times but can drive you crazy too! Same people, all the time, everywhere. Been like a madhouse at times.

And then the beauty of the place began to wear off in the second year... the every morning groan when sunlight started streaming in at 6 am and you were yet to go to sleep! Those mornings could no longer make me smile :D
The last minute dash to the mess at 8:55 pm before you miss food. Ditto for the NC at 1:55 am! Projects done in a day....and here is something I hopefully wont miss ....The mess food :P

The first term break and I was raring to go home. Couldn't help grinning non stop that day. Was going away from this awful place to a place I loved.
And now.
The last days at Kampus... it felt miserable. Just didn't want to leave. This was Home. The people Family. The journey was a joy. Dont think I' ll miss any place as much as I would K.

Signing off
Klass of 2006-2008
 
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