A random collection of Reflections on my experience of life...

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The last time...

A long time since I updated anything here, and this post wont do justice to the short interlude between the two 'eras' of my college life.

There are a lot of experiences that all of us go through, and never have a chance to experience again. Yes, the list goes on... childhood, friends, the first time you went to a new school, the first time you went out with friends for a weekend trip, the first time you you came to college, the first time you spent a night out with friends... All of these and more will always be cherished and probably never forgotten.

But then there are other experiences. When you know you can only have it one last time. And you cant really plan it out. Like the ones I'm gonna talk about in this post...


It all probably started on 25 July 2008.
I finished My internship at IISc, and left for home by bus, bang in the middle of the bangalore blasts. The bus was delayed by more than an hour and as is typical of lady luck, it started pouring as I (and the other passengers of the ill-fated bus) desperately waited for it to arrive at the KSRTC bus stand.
After boarding, a general discussion swept us all inside the bus about the bomb blasts and the traffic situation.
And we soon discovered it ourselves, when our bus was checked twice for bomb suspects in front of hyderabad house!.
I can distinctly remember a gentleman too fat for anyone of his stature on an adjacent seat, praying over and over again. There was this young business-professional lookalike in a 3-piece suit sitting behind the fat-ass, who was always on the phone; and every now and then when the connection snapped, he would begin to panic. What added to this truly unique atmosphere were 2 kids on the last seat who couldn't stop howling and screaming all the while, and all the cajoling that their moms could offer seemed insufficient.

And as it played out, we were watching Live on the news about the discovery of 2 more bombs in other areas of bangalore within the last half hour. Our bus was enclosed with surrounding traffic by the police and separated from the maddening crowd for fear of a live bomb.
Thrilling - You say? Gross understatement.
But it was all over by midnight, and we were out of bangalore for good!

"Finally Going home!" I thought. But somewhere at the back of my mind it echoed "For the last time". It was the last time I was going to Kochi, calling it my home. In another 2 months, our family would shift to Delhi which would be our new home.

So the next 5 days (yes, thats how long my summer vacation lasted) was fun. Back at home with family. Kochi, the green, cool and beautiful place (with lots of rain and insects though).
It was fun driving along the foreshore road facing the backwaters at Katari Bagh, into the golf course and around the place in the morning. Its probably the last experience I will have, of living at 04-Katari Bagh.

And then, I had to return to college for my last semester on campus, with just 4 months of college life left.
After the course registrations and placement worries drift into the past, I still have to figure out how to spend the last 3 months of college life I have left.

5 comments:

aks said...

Hey Puntter..... how r u yaar... this is akhshay... me fine here... njoy ur last few months brother... with all ur frens... may b many of thm were having a complaint that u were always too busy fr nt being with thm let this b an opportunity for being with all of thm,
let urself b bit open let thm knw who u actly r.. a story teller.. a fun loving guy n ya sm times xtra adventurous..an artist.. a good friend.... n many more...

view the beauty of goa.. every day jst go out dont plan much.. spend ur days on beach .. i suggest try a full moon night on beach too... specailly on majorda.. give parties and take too... thers no need to suggest u fr sm constructive wrk also...tht u will do neways... do sketching..learn sm music.. lay on footpath watching stars.... and let ur all the feeling come out... dont hold any thing...because i feel.. sm where inside u is an artist which is calm nt desperate to come out bt yes very much of ur own soul..
aacha kuch jayada lecture types ho gaya ye toh...... go ahead.. masti marr... njoy ... njoy ,... n njoy...

take care :-)

Abhishek Kumar said...

Akhshay...
yo, you also getting senti.. :-)

lol.. lets see if ill be able to do all that you've suggested :P

Come to Goa sometime... we'll see about the full moon night then :P

me, as i am said...

uh... senti comments arent exactly my forte...

neway, stop cribbing abt 'this is the last 3 months here' and start enjoying life. bug ppl less, find something to do. for example, finish off pending treats. and yeah delhi would be way different from kochi. wud be a gud experience tho, im guessing.

n ur warning abt nt putting the "T" word came a little too late.

Abhishek Kumar said...

umn... was that advice, suggestion or a scolding!
O.o
you sounded more like my mom..lols

Bugging is getting off the list, I guess; Delhi I'm not so sure...

kamiya said...

Nice post :|

I bet it would not have been thrilling at all :|