It's been a long time since my last post. The last semester (Which incidentally was the most peaceful and yet the most difficult) heralded the final booms for my preparation to exit IIT. Since then, I have a job, a place to go to after I pass out and then there is "Where the hell in kgp" and Springfest 2009.
Baah, to hell with my excruciating sense of detail, It was a fantastic KK night today, which I enjoyed and pondered the most. ( I would like to warn beforehand that this post is going to be painfully lengthy and only the guys (and gals) who have faith in my writing carry on with reading it. Although I do feel that the only visitor to my blogs is my ownself. But Do I care a damn.)
It started out five years back, when I left home dismal, forlorn, shattered, befuddled to go as far as saying, that I craved death for myself. It was the pent up frustration of not being able to make IIT at Bombay, hardly did I ever realise where I was going, and how would I be five years down the line.
Well, Five years down the line, I have excelled in academics, have toured the British Isles (A very big dream indeed), Have landed a job close to beloved home, studied under some of the best teachers of their time, earned myself friends ( or brothers rather) and etc etc. Viva IIT Kharagpur, you've made my life.
Most importantly, I discovered me. The biggest ever gift that kgp could give me. Kgp gave me myself, Never did I realise myself to be so confident, so bullish, so true, so arrogant, so humble, So vocal, so decided and so strong emotionally. I know what I exactly want in life, I know where I stand and where I will stand in the future. Never have I felt myself so powerfully.
I think it's the last week trip to Prof Majumdar's Balarampur and this week's springfest which evoked these emotions. I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the sunday afternoon outing at the tribal village (this invloved cycling along a mud track and getting lost in the middle of nowhere in the evening). The canoe ride was great and so was the futile attempt of emulating Robin Hood. It was the view from the terrace that made my day, so serene, so calm bereft of time, I just felt like sitting there and never coming back. I understand completely when Prof. Majumdar claims he lives in a place better than IIT campus. Although I have lived in a dense dense horrible city (Mumbai - my love) all my life, I felt strangely attached to that remote village which was akin to maybe those millions of its kind in India. Well that was the extremum of the homely feeling, which I had been bearing since my first year (sounds a bit contradictory). I do think I have developed a keen love and affection for all things that live, grow and flourish (May this be tested with time), since then Life has been a Force, gushing on and on, I do not think as I type these words, they flow out involuntarily.
Hark now, let me come back to SF, it was KK night today, and he played the very hindi numbers which I had long back envisaged in my dreams. And astonishingly, it was a cold chilly night, people were out in their best, the songs were sung exactly as foreseen by me, every note coming precisely at the moment it was meant to. I felt queerly numb and disconnected when KK sung 'Yaroon and Pal'. The scenes at and around TOAT provided the backdrop as seen by me in my dreams. Dreams do come true.
Ahh and to add a cherry on to the cake was the "Where the hell in kgp".
Unveiled to the kgp crowd in Netaji, this was a perfectly timed and probably the best made kgp song. As the places in the video flash by, I could watch myself right through my five years here lurking in the backdrop and grinning :) The crowd in the audi evidently shared the same sentiment. I have never drunk, smoked or doped in my life (and never will), but I felt strangely intoxicated, a kind of catharsis ( seduction in more open terms if you please) which had been long in wait in the shadows.
I shudder when I think about my final parting with kgp, it will be tearful surely, it's been difficult to stop the eyes watering even as I type. But not all tears are evil (You've read this before someplace, Tolkiens is the name you are looking for). But I am sure, I will live on and flourish where ever I go, Kgp has made this a habit, I shall always think fondly of kgp wherever I may be, even loving the garbage of food and other stupid factors that have plagued this wonderful place. I will never forget Dipak da or Bhaski's or Staff canteen tea, or the Nescafe close to VGSOM or Structure lab or HJB. These places have been etched within firmly and will take more than just death to be wiped out.
Its still another three months and a bit more to go. I have promised dad something and I have to deliver ( I do hope so and he believes me completely which further fuels my passion). I do pray my project on Nukes goes off well ( Has been promising so far but I do get the blues now and then). Off to enjoy the last few days of kgp life. I do hope I have conveyed all my emotions without adulterating their power (it's these blogs which help me recover when I feel utterly destroyed and lost).
Signing off
From a kgpian with nothing but complete gratitude to his friends, teachers, family and kgp. Enlightenment never came so cheaply :) .
Baah, to hell with my excruciating sense of detail, It was a fantastic KK night today, which I enjoyed and pondered the most. ( I would like to warn beforehand that this post is going to be painfully lengthy and only the guys (and gals) who have faith in my writing carry on with reading it. Although I do feel that the only visitor to my blogs is my ownself. But Do I care a damn.)
It started out five years back, when I left home dismal, forlorn, shattered, befuddled to go as far as saying, that I craved death for myself. It was the pent up frustration of not being able to make IIT at Bombay, hardly did I ever realise where I was going, and how would I be five years down the line.
Well, Five years down the line, I have excelled in academics, have toured the British Isles (A very big dream indeed), Have landed a job close to beloved home, studied under some of the best teachers of their time, earned myself friends ( or brothers rather) and etc etc. Viva IIT Kharagpur, you've made my life.
Most importantly, I discovered me. The biggest ever gift that kgp could give me. Kgp gave me myself, Never did I realise myself to be so confident, so bullish, so true, so arrogant, so humble, So vocal, so decided and so strong emotionally. I know what I exactly want in life, I know where I stand and where I will stand in the future. Never have I felt myself so powerfully.
I think it's the last week trip to Prof Majumdar's Balarampur and this week's springfest which evoked these emotions. I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the sunday afternoon outing at the tribal village (this invloved cycling along a mud track and getting lost in the middle of nowhere in the evening). The canoe ride was great and so was the futile attempt of emulating Robin Hood. It was the view from the terrace that made my day, so serene, so calm bereft of time, I just felt like sitting there and never coming back. I understand completely when Prof. Majumdar claims he lives in a place better than IIT campus. Although I have lived in a dense dense horrible city (Mumbai - my love) all my life, I felt strangely attached to that remote village which was akin to maybe those millions of its kind in India. Well that was the extremum of the homely feeling, which I had been bearing since my first year (sounds a bit contradictory). I do think I have developed a keen love and affection for all things that live, grow and flourish (May this be tested with time), since then Life has been a Force, gushing on and on, I do not think as I type these words, they flow out involuntarily.
Hark now, let me come back to SF, it was KK night today, and he played the very hindi numbers which I had long back envisaged in my dreams. And astonishingly, it was a cold chilly night, people were out in their best, the songs were sung exactly as foreseen by me, every note coming precisely at the moment it was meant to. I felt queerly numb and disconnected when KK sung 'Yaroon and Pal'. The scenes at and around TOAT provided the backdrop as seen by me in my dreams. Dreams do come true.
Ahh and to add a cherry on to the cake was the "Where the hell in kgp".
Unveiled to the kgp crowd in Netaji, this was a perfectly timed and probably the best made kgp song. As the places in the video flash by, I could watch myself right through my five years here lurking in the backdrop and grinning :) The crowd in the audi evidently shared the same sentiment. I have never drunk, smoked or doped in my life (and never will), but I felt strangely intoxicated, a kind of catharsis ( seduction in more open terms if you please) which had been long in wait in the shadows.
I shudder when I think about my final parting with kgp, it will be tearful surely, it's been difficult to stop the eyes watering even as I type. But not all tears are evil (You've read this before someplace, Tolkiens is the name you are looking for). But I am sure, I will live on and flourish where ever I go, Kgp has made this a habit, I shall always think fondly of kgp wherever I may be, even loving the garbage of food and other stupid factors that have plagued this wonderful place. I will never forget Dipak da or Bhaski's or Staff canteen tea, or the Nescafe close to VGSOM or Structure lab or HJB. These places have been etched within firmly and will take more than just death to be wiped out.
Its still another three months and a bit more to go. I have promised dad something and I have to deliver ( I do hope so and he believes me completely which further fuels my passion). I do pray my project on Nukes goes off well ( Has been promising so far but I do get the blues now and then). Off to enjoy the last few days of kgp life. I do hope I have conveyed all my emotions without adulterating their power (it's these blogs which help me recover when I feel utterly destroyed and lost).
Signing off
From a kgpian with nothing but complete gratitude to his friends, teachers, family and kgp. Enlightenment never came so cheaply :) .
First time for you .. Awesome man .. dukhi kar dia :(
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