Juneflower - Some things are never forgotten

Not a day passes without bringing sweet memories from the good old days at IIMK. Some of these are simply unforgettable. Some bring laughter and the others tears. I’ll try and list them down in whatever order they emerge:

1. Ravi’s fixation with the haunted streetlight – everytime we passed the ghostly light on his bike, it would toggle from on-off or off-on. (My guess is that it must have been a male ghost winking at my friend...for the uninitiated – male denizens of this city were alleged for exhibiting gay overtures). We shared this phenomenon with a few others and they ended up bewildered or should I say bewitched.

2. Dheeraj and I retro-dancing at the mess parties – we used to wait till around 1 am for DJ Kunal to play those old Hindi songs and put our best foot forward to instantly metamorphose into Shammi Kapoor and Mumtaz.

3. The last day of college (sob sob), I guess Feb 25th, when Madhu, Dheeraj, Ravi and I took a final tour of the campus, clicking photos and shooting each other, with the grand finale at the top of the tower.

4. Reddy’s and Vikhyat’s relentless efforts in scaring me by stealthily knocking my room door and then all of us letting out screams (first they and then me ) at decibels that could potentially have knocked down C hostel (or even the hill that hoists IIMK itself, if one would not deem the expression a hyperbole).

5. Nitai, Ravi and I “celebrating” Aditya “Chatur’s” birthday by having the ghazal guy sing “Happy Birthday” on a day which was not even close to the guy-in-question’s birthday.

6. Kanav giving Neeta, Ravi and me the laugh of our lives with his hilarious rendering of songs and anecdotes during our night-out at Bandipur.

7. Ravi and I fleeing the campus at 4 am to have road side chai near Medical College. And also our 40-min adventure of K-Baskin Robbins-K so that we’d be back before my IM class.

8. Staying up till 6 am to watch the sunrise and then catching up those forty winks. This was a scene worth waiting the whole night for, though it was not such an arduous task for the very nocturnal me.

9. And how can I forget the way we – Madhu, Vikhyat, Qaynat, Dheeraj, Nitai, Aditya and I - slid down the hill during our trek in Coorg – using our “boats” ;)

10. Madhu and I sitting in the amphitheatre on a particular night, talking away to our hearts’ content – about ourselves, the people in our lives and just anything under the sun…or the moon, when instead we should have been working for the Technovision contest.

11. All those contests won – Technovision with Madhu, B-Plan contest with Aditya and Ravi, Coolavenues paper writing contest with Ravi, Konsultant with Aditya – more than the glory of winning, it was the sheer joy of working together with your dream team that was and is still so coveted.

12. When we tanned our skins to glory at the Kovalam beaches and ended up looking like bandicoots that have been carelessly fried by an amateur cook.

13. Neeta, Ravi and I river rafting at Rishikesh – it was one hell of a thriller.

14. When once I woke up a sleeping class by an “alarm”-ing doubt and was at the receiving end of brickbats in exchange for a “Good Morning Folks”.

15. All those late night snazzy PPTs jointly and sleepily cooked up by the trio – Aditya, Ravi and me (though the credit for the jazz part should go to AC) – be it for CIOM, IB or BDC.

Finally, I think the whole experience is unforgettable. Right from the first day of college, the Bob Marsh case study, the jitters of Micro Economics and Accounting, the late nights, the sleepy mornings, the bread pakodas at the night canteen (and of course the papdi chat without papdi), the surprise quizzes, the gamut of presentations and those formidable excel sheets, the wrestle for electives, the elections to various committees, the re-elections, the tense placement season, the GDs and interviews, the pre-placement talks, the last-day formalities, packing and unpacking, the welcome parties, the farewell parties, the “’X’ hostel rocks” spams on IP, the status messages on yahoo, the yahoo conferences, the mail wars on topics ranging from communalism @ K to attendance in seminars, all those amazing people – I think everything to do with these two years will forever stay locked up in my memory closet. And I really think it deserves to stay there.