There was a simple tradition I followed. My PC(adhe lendii maaa friend Pc) was always the last to be packed. Unfailingly. It used to be crooning the rock melodies till I had done the last of my packing. It was the case on the last day as well. I remember listening to “Lost for Words”, by Pink Floyd; the last one I played that day. We were working on the report till the wee hours of the morning on 27th April 2007. That was when we had the project submission and viva.
The person who did take was none other than the famous ShivaRamKrishna. He asked me a lot of shit on why I did this project, when I should be doing some kind of research. Well, I did come up with a lot of gyaan on how it helped me to understand the management development process. (Yeah! Right) I remember, every time he kicked ass with a question, we had one thing to say, “Yes sir, you are absolutely right. I should have thought of it that way as well”. I don’t exactly remember what all he asked, but I think my ass licking in reply to his ass kicking worked pretty well. I managed to score an 85/100 for the project. After we were done with it, my friend and me went to our canteen for the last time for a drink, and sat there silently. Then moved on to our rooms.
I remember packing till late evening. I could hear the voices in the room beside mine. There were shrieks and shouts everywhere till about 12 noon. But it was dying down in about an hour. Soon, there were those sentimental moments. An occasional hug, and those occasional obscenities for ol’ times sake. Staying out with frenzs can change you a lot. There is a lot you would be taking with you wherever you go and the three years and something you wish to never leave behind.
The last few hours in the room were painful. I was taking down the posters and removing all that was part of my room. I was remembering the long phone call conversations into the night, the mid night counter strike matches, the NFS races (which at times ran into days), the occasional dose of some ‘pink’ and the burning the mid night oil during those SEM times and of course the people around us. There were a whole lot of guys from different regions around my room. You get to learn a lot about them when you live with them for one year.
There were lots of gangs too. But I maintained that I am member of every gang so that no one pulls my leg.
Coming back to the packing; I remember putting all the small things into the big box I had. I never realized I had so much stuff. I had got them over the years. Seniors had left behind books, mattresses, buckets, pillows, CDs and what not.
I was the first to leave in the group.
I was taking stock of all the stuff. I had packed
1. One large box
2. 2 large suitcases
3. 3 large bags
4. Knick knacks packed in 2 small cartons
5. Two hand bags.
Fcuk! How in the world would I carry all this? I left more than half the stuff including the books with my roommate. So I was all set, well not mentally. Harry and I left for the girl’s hostel. I had to meet 'her'. It was not going to be easy. Leaving someone behind is always not easy, especially when they are extra special in your life. And coming to Harry, this guy is a real gud friend of mine. Helped me in every possible way especially in love, but for this I need to compensate through writing his assignments. But loved everything.
We headed for bus station. Therz my friend Nyc waiting for me. Shz been a very good friend of mine. I even call her ‘sis’ then I came to know how loving and caring could one get. It did not matter what people said, when we used to go to her hostel along with Harry Screw them. And there shz waiting for me...with tears in her eyes. It was the last day for me in Vizag.
I boarded the bus with the entire freaking luggage.
Goodbyes are always too tough, and it was so this time too. I boarded the bus. They were standing there and staring at me. I was trying to be cool. But the fact is, I was choking too. The bus left in while. I was out on my own. I did not have the heart to look behind. Infact, that’s something I never do still. Just don’t seem to have the heart. Just don’t seem to have it.
