First day, last year

Not much to write, just felt like recording today. It was the first day of my last year in this college. I don't feel like getting nostalgic over here. But today when i entered the foyer into a sea of students, some known and many unknown, i recognised the feeling i had as the same feeling i'd got some 4 years ago, on the first day of my first year in Xavier's. Then, there was huge intimidation that caused a physical sinking sensation in my chest. Today, it was the same, but it didn't end there. There was no intimidation any more, well not much, but my heart did sink...and then lifted. It was something like that feeling you get when you are in one of those closed lift just before it has begun to move.

Then of course it began. Amanda and Famanda and Ajinkya and Achintya and all the rest...and it was only freaking 8 am. 2 hours before we were even supposed to be there. Anisha came...and once again in her trademark earnestness made me feel happy...and lucky. Anisha, who i didn't even know for half of our first year in college although we were in the same ec0-psych-pol-math-hindi class. Who said, "What? You've never seen the chapel?" and promptly took me to for the first time to my now favourite place in the whole college. Who will always speak straight from the heart and tell you things that you will realise much later were so true. Who goes away to a village in Rajasthan to live like the people for a month of her last decently long vacation because when in the eco lecture she says that India must tap into her rural economy she really wants to mean it. The prototype of all good things i'v learned in this college...and she's not the only one.


Here's to a last year filled with psych and friends and chapel and foyer and woods and lab and library and arches and canteen and terrace. Murphy may not agree, but where i will be spendind my next 8 months, if it can get any better, it does.