Beginnings (of the end)

It's been quite a while since I have written any post (and I know you must be thanking God that I had finally stopped writing), but I had been caught up in some things. Today I thought I would finally break my writer's block, and write a little something about nothing.

Its March 11, another 16 days to go and it is finally starting to hit me that life at IRMA is coming to a close. I am going to part ways with my friends, the mess food, the unbelievably long classroom sessions, my single accommodation room, the internet, three hour sleep in a day, night outs, etc......

Though I would miss the above things, I am happy about the fact that I would finally start earning on my own and spending on my own.....No more phone calls from home as soon as I withdraw money from the ATM (the stupid bank sends an sms on my parents' mobile, as soon as I make a withdrawal). No more ringing up my mom when I have to pay for my food, and hopefully no more micro-loans from my friends.

As the last day on campus draws near, you realize you have so much to pack (clothes), so much stuff to return to your friends, so much credit to pay back and so many things to collect (movies ;). You realize that there have been so many events which happened during these two years that you hardly remember them all.

Although cliched, I would like to state that it's amazing how time flies by so fast. I still remember the night of 17th Feb 2008, when I reached Anand station and alighted from the intercity passenger train from Ahmedabad. A letter from one of our seniors had said that the autos would charge 30 bucks from the station till IRMA, but the dazed look on my face and the huge suitcase I was carrying screamed out 'tourist from out of town' and brought a smile on the many autowallahs. The interview, the group discussion, and meeting other candidates are still fresh in my mind. The first term seemed like it would never end. The final term seemed like a gazillion years away. But now its time to leave......its time to say adieu to probably the last time I would be a full time student.

There are many things which during the course of these two years you take for granted. They become a routine, but when you leave the campus and you are all alone in a one room house (which your employers call a bungalow) in Srisailam (or in Rampa-choda-varam as one of my friends is going to go to), you realize that things, events, moments were more than they seemed to be. And no matter how hard you would try, you just cannot get them back.

There are a few things, which although routine to me, have left an indelible mark in the life I spent on the IRMA campus. When I entered IRMA, I had never thought I would learn so much from the people and things I interact with. The front row, the 15 minute break between classes, the late night tea in the mess, and many more. I would like to pen down something on each of them, so that when I am 65 years old, alone and suffering from cancer, I can open up this blog and remember the fun times I had.

A wise man said that 'Memories are treasure which no one can steal, especially if you write them down on a blog'. Hence, from tomorrow I will write down about the seemingly small things that fortunately changed how I spent the last two years of my life........probably the best two years of my life........