End of an Era

I haven't been really interested in blogging lately. Yes, I know after all the talks I gave about being addicted to blogging, I should probably be shot dead. But while I still read blogs regularly I haven't really been interested in blogging myself. Until today that is, I came across a beautiful post at Mynie's blog. And I was immediately inspired to post.

I know I've said that I miss college a lot about a million times before. But this seemed such a nice way to do things, to list out exactly what I miss about college. And while, I can't think of ever bettering that list. Cause she said pretty much all of it, I'm just going to try and fill in the gaps.

I miss the anticipation of waiting for the watchman to ask for my ID, the moment I set foot inside the gate.

I miss running down to the basketball court every five minute break between lectures to see if anyone was playing.

I miss the guy at the BMM office, who pointed to the notice board every time we asked him about something.

I miss Classroom 104.

I miss the inane jokes and puns. And the laughter that followed.

I miss Rani and her wonderfully Punjabi accented bad English.

I miss eating Schezwan Chicken Noodles Anda Marke from the canteen.

I miss Vodafone Buy One Get One Free movies at Roxy.

I miss gobbling down more than my share of Mynie's lunch.

I miss bugging her every day to get her Mum to make chocolates.

I miss being yelled at for my famous procrastination skills when it came to projects.

I miss bitching about Wilson's at every available opportunity. (It's okay if I bitch about it, it's NOT okay if YOU do it.)

I miss getting off at Charni Road station and being greeted by the sea.

I miss the bus rides from home to college, along Shivaji Park, Haji Ali and Pedder Road.

I miss random shopping junkets to Colaba Causeway.

I miss walks during the pouring rain on Marine Drive.

I miss all nighters for projects and exams.

I miss the gossiping and bitching sessions.

I miss the intense discussions in class, the cat fights and the randomness.

I miss drinking sessions at New York's and Ideal's.

I miss the industrial visits.

I miss the Nature Club trips. NOTHING can beat those.

I miss begging people to give me proxy whenever I ran away to play basketball.

I miss my beautiful friends. These 3 years have given me some people, I never ever want to lost.

I miss sitting in class and dropping off to sleep or randomly doodling in my notebooks.

I miss 'The Economist' and 'Harvard Business Reviews'.

I miss dragging myself out of bed for 7:30 lectures.

I miss Sudhakar Sir, more than I ever though possible.


And like Mynie says, this is kinda like love. And its going to take a hell of a lot of time to get over it.

What I wouldn't give for a rewind button!