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wah kya life hai!!!

reminiscing the wonderful moments of life.
 

kgp again

Saturday, October 10

I had thought I would keep on blogging regularly despite my schedule. I have not been able to keep my promise due to procrastination and laziness. But everytime I come back and post something, it's because of the fond memories of those 5 years which never seem to fade.

Was going through resham's blog and then the nostalgia creeped in. It happens everytime something related to kgp comes in front of my eyes. Today only, while going to mess, I happened to see the Kshitij poster put up in front of the entrance. And it was hanging on just one pin - not much visible to onlookers. And I couldn't control myself. I went and took the mess notice and set the poster right. I have come across the Kshitij posters so many times and yet it evokes the same emotions, same nostalgia, same vigor. And within moments I reach the place which really made me feel that I belong there.

Yeah, I know some would feel that I am always on this spree of recalling the past, looking back at things, but it is something I am unable to stop doing. I like my present life at IIM A, have adapted myself to this place's lifestyle and schedule and yet I find something missing. Something to which I want to cling more strongly with each passing day.

Kgp...ahh......bitter sweet....good bad ugly.....but our dear kgp

viksng

Sunday, June 7

I don't know what to write about you. Have I known you that good? Dunno. My knowledge of yours is better than none at all. You remind me a bit of Sheldon from BBT. You have apparently knowledge(funda) on everything except maybe how to say more than one syllable at a time.

We initially called you "The Philosopher" but later changed it to just "tall, skinny guy" and then "the guy with lots of comp funda" and then just "viksing".

You seemed distant to everyone with the attitude "kya bakwaas hai" This was one of the common phrases you ued in front of us. And yet somehow you were always always ready to help whenever I shot a computer dout at you - one of the only times when you would actually use long and complete sentences. Never responding in the group, you were always there - "The Silent Guy". And though you had n number of problems with treats and get-togethers, you were in most of them. Manaofying you seemed to be the world's most difficult tasks and yet you always turned up.

Actually tumhare baare mein jaise i sochti hoon shanti chaa jati hai :P ab to words bhi nahi mil rahe is shanti ke karan.

P.S. Orkut mein 1024 ki word limit kam lagti hain par yahan to aapke maunvrat ne humein bhi maun kar diya

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You were one of the few people in PALTAN with whom I had not shared a lot in Kgp. I had neither been very close nor distant to you. The final year changed it. We spent most of the meal time together playing cards and then bhatting and then came the time to part again.

Mumbai being our common destination we were bound to meet again. This time we decided to share room but yet again I was very apprehensive thinking about the difference in our natures. I still remember the day when I went just to meet you and help you decide which flat to rent.

And I spent the rest of my time in Mumbai being your room-mate. It was a bliss. All those bitching sessions about our managers, our work and those endless trips to the golden olden days. There had been days when we met eachother just twice - once to wish G'morning and other to say G'nite. But then the fact that somebody was there who could console me, who could share my joys and happiness and who could just give me company in anything and everthing made my life much easier than I thought it ould be.

Never thought that I would miss you so much. One of things which I wanted to cling to even after leaving Mumbai. There is so much which I want to write but then I cannot put everything into words.

Thank you sweetie. Love you a lot :)

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