This was something which was always going to happen. We always knew that we will have to leave XIMB...for good. Then why is it that after leaving campus last week, after coming home to the same 24hrs net connection, after getting all the home made food that i was longing for all this while, after knowing that i will soon be one of those ppl in the world whose first salary will be in the top income tax bracket, after knowing that a completely new and hopefully as exciting life awaits me in Bangalore, I still feel as if i have lost a huge and important part of myself by coming out of XIMB?
The Ashoka trees lining the roads, the professors whose classes were better for catching up on our sleep, the rooms where we spent most of the time even if it was to chat with the guy living in the room next to ours, the mess which was more famous for the things it did not serve rather than the ones it did, the stairs in front of the mess and the culverts where we added all those spices to the already flavored gossip that we heard, the flowers that studded the campus as the placement season neared bearing a reminder to the days to follow the placements, the payiks and the mess wallas sitting thr always looking at u as a person who has come for a short time and in this time, they try to become ur family...in this time u become thr family.
Have a great time my XIMB....and all the ppl who come in and go out of those gates which changed so many things...inside us and outside us.
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