I never wrote a post regarding my separation from the institute. I always thought, the time has not yet come. Just before the date of vacating my hostel and leaving Chennai (20th May 2009), I was so much occupied with the formalities of getting out of institute, packing my stuff, and spending those quality moments with my pals, that I never thought it worth spending time to write a post on how sentimental I was getting. I came back,and the journey was equally engaging with 9 of us traveling together in a single bay.
I came here to Bhopal, again occupied myself with meeting friends and relatives, and spending time with family. So of much work is going on in my house, that I almost never get bored. Internet gives a great way to stay connected, and watching Wonder Years, I make the days even more eventful. Most of all, I am so excited that so many of my friends will be here in a couple of days. I am sure, we will have a blast together.
But, all this is illusion, or say, making up for what I am leaving behind. Remembering those days when teasing
Dhamki used to be a routine, talking about rock songs and bands with
Danda enthused me to listen and acquire more knowledge about them, admiring
Bulla's social networking adventures, talking about mess food with
Sreeni, seeing
Tattu watch those waterpolo videos over and over, watching
Doodh toiling day and night over those CS assignments,
S9 babu listening to those old, forgotten, retro hindi songs, galling
Baba for spending most of the time out of the hostel, laughing at
Bhondu for loosing against the forces of nature which gave him his tummy, the lost
Antenna, searching for someone to agree to his arguments, seeing
Bachha play footer, listening to the same song again & again from
Moli's room, sleeping
Dilli and the music he played at the loudest volume levels, studious
Chola bhai, working for more number of hours than most of cannot even imagine, calling
Mamme for coffee at the most odd hours, waking up
Dedh in the morning for class, switching off the lights at night in
Hulla's room, and
myself &
Fkd paining junta with our musical endeavors.
There is so much more I will be reminded of in years to come, but I wish these are not the only memories with these people.... and there is more to come. I had this sudden motivation to write this article because I just watched the second last episode of third season from Wonder Years, wherein, Carren turns 18. Two quotes from those:
"Some things are deeper than time and distance", hope this friendship is one of those things.

I will keep remembering those unforgettable moments. I will keep watching those videos, those photographs, in a false attempt to relive those days. I will keep in touch..... till then, goodbye!