The Comeback - One

It was more than a month ago when I landed here in Bangalore. The city wasn't alien to me. I had come here before but till now i 'unbelonged' here. That day was a different day.

I had big boxes and a couple of bags with me.It wasn't easy to take them to my house. I was tired. But boxes weren't the only things that made me tired and weak. In fact, their stake was small, very very small.

13/07/2007, Friday

Place: They call it the Main Gate of SJCE,Mysore
Time: 11 30 PM

I was sitting pretty behind a black activa which was running at a moderate speed. As soon as I entered my college I felt weird. Yes weird. Thats the right word. I started hiding myself from every possible thing around me. I could see the empty basketball with ghosts of eight people who apparently couldn't talk to each other sitting on its floor. They just couldn't. They seemed the same eight characters, the dude, the genius, the babe, the other babe, the stocks guy, the kid,me and our Shannon Theorem guy.

I got scared.I told you I felt really weird.

I went to the hostel. Bang!! It was a graveyard.

My story with the corporate world has begun. Its an old story. Same expected twists. And some new unexpected upsetters.I think I will survive.I think.

Init 0

Rehearsal

Its 4 30 in the morning and i am not able to sleep. I am playing a soft Adnan Sami number and its drizzling outside. Both my roommates are sleeping and the door is open. There is a cool breeze flowing which is carrying the smell of rain and also the darkness of night.Smell of darkness. A light is flashing at a room far away. I don't know whats going on his mind. I am here to tell you whats going in my mind. Its simple. My mind is not ready to accept the change.

7 Hours Before

It was a simple turn which had 3 roads joining. There was nothing great about it. Lawn, a footpath, some boards and a sky above. 3 bikes came in there. Stopped at the turn. The sky was clear. Stars shining. But we couldn't see them. The darkness around them seemed more prominent. It did.
We started wondering what went wrong.It was stupid. We were friends. Good friends.We were questioning God.It had to be this way. But we were refusing. Like kids. Like 22 year old kids.
She came. We said "Hi".

We were 6 of us there. The dude, the genius, the kid, the stocks guy, the babe and me. The dude kept quiet most of the time, silently uttering the names of guys he would miss. The names evaporated in air.It was the same smell again. The smell of darkness. The genius refused to have a conversation with me. His mind like mine dint want to accept the change. He knew what i would tell and what i would mean. I told you, we were good friends.

The stocks guy. He was sitting beside the lamp post. Thinking.He was the one who would teach me how to "get over" it.I trusted him. But then, he was thinking. Scared me.

The babe was there looking at our helpless faces.Made her more helpless.She tried to do everything she could.But the guys wouldn't agree.It was 9 45. She had to go.

Pink Floyd guitars played.The grass was greener.The lights were bright.The taste was sweet.Friends surrounded.

The kid cried. We all, lost in thoughts, tried to console ourselves. It dint happen.The babe left.Slowly we departed.Rehearsal.

Gang Bang

Over 50 mad boys. God gave them the weirdest sense of humour ever. They wear some kinda "clothes" made of wood, leaves, hangers, rods and what not! They move through their hostel like tsunami. On a Sunday afternoon when the whole of Mysore was sleeping after a hearty meal they erupt. The most brutal volcano ever.The boys jump on tables, splash water, break glasses! The warden of their hostel follows them like a puppy. U call it madness.

Ha Ha.

I call it Gang Bang!!!!

GoodBye JC 2 - The Pandit I Met.

How I wish, how i wish i was here, forever...

I cant exactly remember how my year number 2 and year number 3 went here. There used to be classes where I used to go, find the whole class standing out and the guys checking out the gals coming out from the PS block ;-).

My bed started becoming very unclean and I had lost my plate. Before every bath i would go for the hunt for the washing soap. I found my self addicted to the smoke around me. I knew. I had realised. My romance with JC had begun. But I was not what I am now.

One of the most surprising and weird quality of a man is he never thinks he is gonna die one day and lives as if the life within him is going to be with him forever. I was addicted to this place. I never thought that one day i would sit in front one of the systems and type all this with tears in my eyes.

IEEE SJCE. A technical organization, they call it. Its a gang of 200+ people hanging out at various places in the college planning to conduct events. I still remember the million rough and neat copies of "to be done" written by me. I was an Office bearer for IEEE SJCE in year no 3. Responsibilty. Technicality at IEEE gave me friends for life.

I was in the first year when I "met" Kanishka. Kanishka Pandit, she was from Mangalore. Charming she was ;-), ha ha. I always had an inferiority complex within me when i used to walk around the college.Well, let me come to the point I never thought I would be friends with this "charming" female ever in my college life. :-). I was wrong. Big time!!!

We worked together for Cyberia 05.In one word, it was awesome.The respect for her grew. She was not "Kanishka Pandit" anymore. She was Kani. :-). The change had occurred. Beautifully too.

Our friendship.Huh.. it had everything in it. Dancing, singing, madness, throwing stones, clearing misunderstandings, drops to the bus stand, gossip,KD road,barley,Hookah.. goes on. It used to rain. Shweta and Kani would come to yampa exactly at 7 30 in the evening and the coffee we drank had drops of life in it. Remember Kani? :-)


Kani.. You will be missed. I am stopping here. Can't write anything more. Feeling weak. I will be in Basavangudi. Search a house there. Please.

Listen to Indian Ocean as they score music for this "Amazing" movie. Bandeh and Bharam Bhap Ke will take you to a different world. Highly recommended.

GoodBye JC 1

It was very sunny when i came here. I, along with the only guy i knew in Mysore, Anil :) , got down from the bus and we went to the hostel where we were supposed to stay. Chose a room, opened the door. New dreams, new ambitions with us, we were so excited about our life here in Mysore. Slowly a voice said, "Hi I am Kartik.. and you are..??" I still remember the taste of the wafers he offered us.

Friends for life.

Evening, a fair, not so tall guy approached me.
"Excuse me, what do they call curds in Kannada?".
I said "Mosaru..".
"Hi, I am Gautam"

Friends for life.


It all began with that day. I was a new guy to this place. It was beautiful. Gradually i stopped missing my parents. There, in that very own PushpaMahal, I found people who are not just friends for me, they are the guys who will make me go mad with their absence in the coming days. I am nothing without them.

The chemistry labs, the workshop, internals, going to the city, the last hour bunk, the yampa tea which i am so addicted to, the new year celebration at Pushpamahal, the linkin park songs completed my first year.

I was a new man after an year. I belonged to JC. It was everything to me. I could relate everything that happened with me to this wonderful place. IEEE SJCE happened and I knew my romance with IEEE SJCE would definately last long. I don't remember how the next 2 years passed. No clue.

The last year.

Dead tired I was sitting in my room after coming from class, I realised it was my last year in JC. There was a kind of urgency all over me. I was kiddish, stupid. I was thinkin of the ways to stay here.Huh...