Sunday, December 16, 2007

Just three more months ...

Like Mithun Da’s career, Rabri Devi’s government or Nayan Mongia’s batting all good things come to an end. My student life is also coming to an end, the fifth term of my MBA just got over and if my history has got any credibility I will pass this time too (by a thin margin off course). After three months my student life would be over and I will join the corporate world. That means what... No more classes, no more stupid assignments No more cheating in the exams and yeah no more project meetings (which by the way is the far most inefficient act known to human race.).

But I m not happy, school brings back lots of memories, be it the early days of my kinder garden when my mom used to drag me to school and I used to cry, when Archana Ma’am looked like a cross bread between Doga and Skeleton. When most frequently asked question in the class room was “Ma’am can I go to toilet?”

To the middle school where we used to play king kong in the ground and chalk out plans which will save the man kind from the evil powers of the unknown. When becoming rock star, pilot or cricketer was the dream of many. When clearing another level in super Mario was the biggest achievement of the day.

To senior school when we made a promotion from shorts to full pants. When girls suddenly became the most attractive thing in the world. When I was forced to take the biggest decision of my life: engineering or Medical profession. When we bunked school to play cricket. When I watched basic instincts in mute mode in the hall, while mummiji and papaji were sleeping in their bedroom (I still thank my cable wala’s late night’s “special screenings”)

To the IIT days where sometime I was afraid of signing the attendance sheet in the exams, reason being it might be caught as proxy. My 15 movies in 48 hours run, or the 40 hours with out sleep khandala trip or the late night visits to Bandra. My first encounter with booze, my futile attempts on yahoo chat rooms to get a girlfriend, or the orkut profile hunting.

Finally IIM, it’s tough to remember good things about a city where “Chalobe na” and “Calcutta Bandh” are the two most common words after Namaste and Saurav ganguly. But I love this place because booze is cheaper here than Bombay. I love this place because I got my first bike here and many more firsts of my life happened at Joka.

World outside the college would be a different place. Like cursing won’t be that casual anymore. Sleeping in the office won’t be taken in good spirits and off course copying your project work won’t be an option because you will be working alone.

It scares me and excites me at the same time. Imagine there won’t be my father’s ATM card anymore. There won’t be any fake courses or fake expensive books by means of which I will justify my ATM withdrawals.

There won’t be any dobhi who will take care of my dirty laundry. No mess wale Asif Da, who by the way thinks that water and oil can be used in same proportion in any sabji. I will have to cook my own food, wash my dirty laundry and yeah wash the utensils too.

Since I m as confident of my cooking skills as Virender Sehwag is of his batting just a mere thought of it scares the hell out of me. Asif da looks like lady Annapurna to me now.

I will live my last three months of college like I have been living since last 5 and a half years. I will kill the time merrily and don’t worry about the future.

Current song: "Tum se hi" from the movie Jab we met


14 comments:

junta said...

nice blog....
professional life is not that bad..only change will be ..u will use ur own credit card as father,s ATM Card..n salary will directly go to ur Credit Card Account....
:P

Cinderella. said...

I agree with your fren above.
Proffesional life aint all that bad...just that you cant take it for granted...
Nice post.

anN-series said...

nostalgia nostalgia..hmmm....i did the blunder of 'only studying' during undergrad and forgot to have fun. now at the master's i hv to do my cooking, cleaning, laundry and blah..and hey it is not fun anymore!!

Gazal said...

well said..rather written.you now move into the next phase of life,but am sure with an IIT +IIM tag,you'll go a long way.

thanks for dropping by!!!!
tum se hi is a lovely song

Raghu Ram Prasad said...

Let us wait for 3 months to enjoy the world..Is it correct...really you rock the world

Macadamia The Nut said...

Gosh! We're in the same fork albeit in different roads. I feel ancient :(( ... do you?

only nirmal said...

nice read buddy.........keep it coming :)

germinal dreamer said...

beautiful post...
am not even sure if its just us desi's or the entire human race, that regretting or fretting or longing for something that's well beyond our reach, are as common as rasagolla's in kolkata. Nice blog, bookmarked!

Brat said...

Working life is not so bad dude - you get to see lot of money, you get to buy a nice new car, and all those good things in life. But then again, you will feel like you're ancient and from the previous generation.....cannot be helped I guess. Nice post! Reminds me of the good ol' days!

OutOfMyHazyMind said...

I think u hav ligered/manipulated ( I'm not sure abt ur case)on all the wrong notions abt professional life.
Dude life is not always abt fun or masti but its abt gettin into this mean, cruel world and change it forever.. ohh crapp!! im high :)....

Sougata said...

Nice post.

Sougata said...

Nice post.

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

this is such an awesome post.. funny and heart touching. Loved the way you described everything :)

Dilip Menda said...

hey ankit, the post is beautifully written...being in the same boat as you I can totally relate to the experience ur going thru...lets hope that next 3 months are the best ones that we wud ever have :)
-Dilip