What transpired in the last week or two comprises of one of the most adventurous periods in my life in kgp. I'm writing this listening to don't cry your heart out, while smoking my last (hopefully ) cigarette. It's a classic, by ITC, the very company that rejected me as an intern possible. That and my adherence to non-sms lingo keeps me in a tight spot. And, then there's the last two weeks.
It started with SF, where I was one of the few who conducted the Parliamentary Debate
I love Plank.
And we made the video which everyone liked so much. And then Orkut happened and Gtalk happened and there was Airtel and the face to face conversation which actually started it all. I learned so much, in every possible sphere. Except studies.
Luckily the crystal was a blonde and she promised the night of a lifetime only to leave me sleeping in the lab. And the induction motor saw me better the other two-thirds of my lab mates. Then came a night's long conversation, no three of them; something I had missed for a long time now, and will probably again for a long, long time.
I realised I love puctuation marks, had OCD (probably) and learned the meaning of Trust. I made stadiums on clouds only to see them crumble, played games, only to be tackled and fall flat on my face, a face that sported the largest grin that could be got without dope.
I knew I liked Meg Ryan, but realised I liked Julia Roberts better (which in no small means is contributed by the fact that we share the same birth-date). I learned how to spell 'No' with an 'a' and a 'w'. I learned how to space out in the middle of an Ad-Design meeting and relearned my love for spectacles and discovered a new love for coloured lenses. After a very long time, I became aware of my phone's location, it's ring-tone and how it felt to wait for a call, or an sms.
I unlearned to be formal over the phone and loved every bit of it. I relearned to dream, and remember them. I learned a new meaning of friendship and consolation.
I gazed into the eyes of a friend as tears ran out of it, and learned that a hug is more powerful than any word ever said. I rediscovered friendship, and that sometimes, you should listen to what is not said.
I reached out with hope as my hand and expectation as my name, and pulled out a gem, only to see it disappear into the night sky. Now it shall always shine as a bright star. I learned that 3 people tugging at me can't stop me from crashing onto the ground or running on a high of a lifetime. And I learned that you need not drink spirits to be high, you just need to be high in spirit :D.
I learnt how Karma can bite you in the butt, and that saying sorry to your ex's mom isn't the best thing. I learnt that hangoves can be cured by inducing vomits. I learned that my better halves in the lab can drink and make merry too and that these two weeks taught me alot.
And I compared it to playing golf, when I did, in an empty course, in the middle of winter, with the mild sun shining on you, and only your caddy by your side, speaking in a local Punjabi accent causing you to barely comprehend anything. And the feeling of awesomeness you get when you see the ball fly into the distance, zooming past the trees and over the lake, dropping next to a herd of deer headed by a spectacular black-buck, only to disappear into the forest. And then I'd walk all along the fairway, thinking about Maison Ikkoku and remembering how one can love a girl on paper, made of ink and words, more than everything made of flesh and bones. And then reach the forest Hoping to Find the ball, Trusting the caddy, and the rest faded away.
Will I find that ball, and play with it again?
I don't know.
But the game was good while it lasted. And it taught me to swing better.
This is to that person, who read the blog, and made this last week one of the most memorable of my life.
Cheers.
