And it’s that time of the year again.
I guess I will miss those walks back from dinner when I suddenly burst into some old bollywood number. AJ giggles and M and A join me in my “Ek ajnabee haseena se.. yun mulaakaat ho gayi…“. When V gives me the you’re-so-pathetic look but sings along anyway. And when A aka Malgudi quietly smiles and walks along. I guess I will miss listening to and being a part of pointless conversations during dinner time, laughing and making people laugh with silly stories about my life. Just because it’s not often that I meet people who are interested to listen to how we danced when our codes worked.
I guess I will miss being called ‘Komal-anna’ , called after a silly character from a silly bollywood movie. I will miss being picked on for my Mogambo-ish laugh. I will miss my weekly movie nights with Mr Patel and Sidarf. I will miss funny- early morning breakfast conversations with my dance partner, S. ‘Maria moments’.Making Al believe that computer engineering is cool. Angry burstouts. P’s funny comments and angry threats to people who don’t shut up when it’s time to study. Getting hooked on shows with H and T. D’s singaporean accent and Ad’s you’re-so-lame look.
I will also miss emo-ing around with AJ in my room. I will miss talking to V about the joys of writing codes. Of course, nothing can make me forget quiet An’s sarcastic yet priceless comments.
But most of all, I’ll miss the loud bursts of laughter that makes the “Indian table” at the dining hall stand apart from the rest in the dining hall.
Saying goodbye sucks. But i guess it makes us sweat the small stuff like these, which by the way, do matter. Life is funny. No one knows where this whole bunch is going to be next year, this time. But hey, there will still be good memories to look back at and good times to look forward to. All the best, guys!
PS: Although the bhindi and paneer invitation is always open, it’s okay if you don’t want to risk it with my cooking skills. Just come.. I am not running out of stories to tell :)