the internet connection at home decided to take an extended sabbatical right after the last post (not BSNL's fault, all the roads near the house are dug up, and all the cables have been sliced through. sigh.) and then my "final college finals" started and i had no time for anything else but trying to do something i avoid for the rest of the year-study.
oh, and a fair bit of tears.
make no mistake.i still stand by every single college rant i've made you all suffer through.mcc still drives me mad (now with separate applications for tc,migration certificate and a provisional degree. add to that the fact that the marksheet would come when am no longer in bangalore, and you have one last holy mess! :P) but that's only college. what sustained me through this insanity were my friends (who drove me nuts too,sometimes. perhaps my tolerance levels are rather low) and a fantastic batch who loved, laughed, bitched, complained and celebrated together :)
this is a note of rememberance for all those people who made being a carmelite not so bad, after all.
the dog-o-phobe: where do i start from? from the fact that you thought am someone else and i was lying about my name? from your insistence on absolute cleanliness and order? from your room where we spent hours together ?(me sleeping, you all clicking uncomplimentary pics of me. i deleted'em all.hmph) from your insanity-inducing indecision during shopping? insisting on a "fresh piece" for everything you buy? (would this extend to the guy you choose? *wink*) your wonderful ability to listen? those innumerable coffee-cum-adda sessions that make me tear up every time i remember them? the trip? the sleepover? the fights (almost always between just you and me and our egos) that never lasted more than a day? the many times i almost killed you when forcing you to cross the road with me? and the many times u almost managed to break my wrist whenever a dog came in the near vicinity? come to think of it, the fulsome entertainment you and the dogs provided? the way you and me were always vela enough to go out and have fun, tests and assignments notwithstanding? (this i can't resist) for singeing your eyelashes with a lighter? :D
god, this would never end.
thanks dp, for being the nutter you are :D for making us all laugh at your antics. for somehow managing to inspire me to become a neater, more organised person. for me having a number of small habits exactly like you now(bag strap on left shoulder.checking money before giving.insisting of "fresh piece" :P) for making me realize that looking out for oneself isn't necessarily being selfish. for all the adda, the bitching, the love, the laughter, the little fights that don't make any difference to the bigger picture. that being... I LOVE YOU. you and zeep were the bestest friends i could've hoped for, and london or no london, you'll always occupy a big space in my heart.
get over the dog-o-phobia, though :D
zeep: the artist. the quiet, thin little girl (you are younger, so shut up). who loves sleeping and eating and whose lab diagrams are perfect enough to be regarded as art. with a handwriting so like mine that we've even written records for each other.
did i say quiet, though? that label is history!
zeep's SO like me that it's damn unfair that she's so thin and i am anything but. couldn't that be similar, too? we both love eating, love to sleep, hate studying, and have no idea of what to do in life. both of us have non-science interests that we hope to pursue some day, and we concur in our choices in men (someday we'd make it to spain and italy, darling. the pact stands.) she's a great listener, a wonderful friend (especially during exams, when she'd be the only one not studying. except me, naturally) i have used her notes and made her teach me for almost all of last year, and the marks prove that she's a far better teacher than some of our lecturers. remember how diligently we worked on the bread making experiment zeep? with black coffee and gossip? it took us...what...two weeks to finish four hours' work? :P
thank you for proving that being a good student isn't equal to being a nerd. for all those notes which helped me pass the tests. for listening to me when i told you not to start studying till i did :P for undoing the damage dp did in terms of discipline in life(heh). for being the 'relatively wicked girl' in the quartet along with me. for the binge in goa, which was hilarious! for all the smses, jokes and all the times we had together. the movies, the lunches, those times when you totally lost it and almost scared us. for your dislike of mush and cheesy dialogues. for the well-concealed streak of rebelliousness. for being just the way you are.
please, please, PLEASE, come to the same university as me zeep. how will i manage without my thin twin? :(
alternatively, lemme pack you and take you home with me :D
yalie aka MT: (and am NOT cursing you, or maro-ing nazar) the teacher's pet. ugh. the one who completes all work on time. ugh ugh. the non-controversial one. triple ugh. the one who gets insane marks and gets into yale even before finishing college. UGH.
but that aside, she's one of the funniest persons i know. once out of college premises, everything she had to say about...er...certain individuals had me in splits of laughter till i reached home. she's the only reason i still walk part of the way back from college, though i've shifted and going that way just makes my route longer. she's too entertaining to pass up :D
thank you for being a friend. for unselfishly sharing whatever information you had, whether it was notes or admission notifications, or taking me to lectures and presentations i would never bother to find out about otherwise. for letting me into the DC team (we still have a 100% win record, no?) for that hugely entertaining spat with you-know-who. for telling me all the gossip (i dunno why you were so indignant about me passing it on. isn't that the whole idea? :P) for forcing me to join fb. for the ...er... guy obsession (never thought you and them would even come in the same sentence :P) for being an inspiration in the way you juggle so many responsibilites with elan, and still manage to excel in everything you do.
am sure you'd shine in yale too. i love you and always will. please don't forget me :(
can someone lend me a tissue? sniffle.
A country for bigotry
15 hours ago
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lovely.... a big hug.the heart strings r twinging with mutual understanding and acknowledgment of common feelings
uff.......that was beautiful......i dont cry, i really dont cry....., crap im crying!!!
But bangalore does have a lot of dogs.. btw, I read the entire post too :)
see? thats why i always keep a hankey with me - and you should too.
beautiful post ...
and if you're on fb ... WHY HAVENT YOU ADDED ME??
hey every ending marks a new beginning..so cheer up!!
aw aw aw. keep hanging in there. now, see, that sounds cheesy enough for the "thin twin" :D
love you loads, pi. i missed you! :D
Awww! Lovely post! You've got me all sniffly...and remembering my friends from college.
*goes off tearfully to sing "Those Were The Days"*
ah the good old days... but why is everyone crying on the blog world today?
one end, is just anothe beginning
dats such a cute post :):)
am in my second year now and even though i cant wait to get done with engiineering...i really have no clue how itll be in my last year!
btw...hang in there...itll all be great :D :D
though u shall never get back these days... these are the memories u will recount over n over again, over the years... for a long time to come!! :)
abc: yeah. goodbyes are hard.
zeep: sorry!! really didn't wanna make u cry!
urv: yeah, so you can imagine how much i have suffered at DP's hands every time a dog was sighted (which was often)
glad you bothered to read it through :)
HP: thanks for the hanDy advice :D what's ur fb id?
rahul: thanks :)
sia: missed you too!
m4:yeah,those were really special days :(
raghav:once i get to the next beginning,i'd stop grieving about the past :)
aninya: thanks sweetie *hug* n btw enjoy ur college days as much as possible!
sumit: yep.and mostly beautiful memories they are,too! :)
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