It was the night of the black and the whites; it was the night of goodbye kisses and last dances and as usual a lot of singing and swinging. It was after the club toned down the music and only when Gabriel aka Freddie our in-house rock star started singing the Bohemian Rhapsody when it all came to me. P2 had just ended which means some of us would change campuses and we might probably never see each other ever again. I had this sudden rush in my head and everything blurred in front of me, I agree the celebrations had started rather early at around 4 immediately after Sameer’s hilarious POM exam but I think more than the alcohol affect it was a concoction of thoughts which was tripping me. I wanted to freeze the moment and just look at everyone around and relive every bit of the last 4 months I had spent with them. I wanted to speak to all of them, the ones I won’t be able to meet again, the ones I wanted to finish our conversation with and the ones I wanted to start some. I even shut my eyes and pinched myself only to wake up and realise it was really true 40 % of MBA done.
After the swinging Peruvian Rodolfo aka “Aladdin” told me I need to write my next post on our drive back home I knew it would be easy. It’s always easy when there is a rush of emotions in your head. My mind was like a kaleidoscope of memories at that point in time. And even though time had just flown by and P2 was painfully short the build-up of memories and experiences was just outstanding. It was fresh in my head and it seemed it was only yesterday when about a 100 of us got drunk on the clarki bridge for the first time. The endless lunches, the endless nights, the hangovers, the bloody barbeques, the national weeks, class acts in the class and outside of it, all of it was running in front of me. I will miss getting drunk with the nasty Pizarro who is the uncrowned king of cheat sheets, looking at Pat aka the energy gangster and just laugh, having a smoke with Philip and listen to his ideas of changing the world, seeing Charlie Taylor’s stunts which earned him the super human status and a golden pass at raffles hospital, listening to Nuno’s playlist, Tahir’s fantasies and Gabriel’s songs about food and love.
I will even miss burning the midnight oil in the BOR’s with fellow sluggers Ricardo , Joris in P1 which didn’t really push our grades but definitely pushed our limits and in P2 the fellow library revellers Zori and Mateen who gave me the courage to sit one more hour every hour for 3 straight days. I can list a lot more down but then it would just seems like an Oscar speech which it is not. Honestly if I could I would thank everyone around for making these 4 months just so incredibly great. I am sure that the next 3 periods would be even more intense and leave us with enough inventories of stories. Some that we could tell our grand kids, some to our folks and friends back home and some well some just to no one. Looking forward to a shivering start of P3 in France, my tryst with some winter sports, some dungeon time with my new house mates at Chateau De Tavers, lot of wine next to the fireplace and the one thing I dig the most conversations.
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