9th july 2006
Presently I am in one of my graduate moments. The one that beckons on you to look at the world differently because you have the dual distinction of being both mature and having a degree at your disposal. Its funny what life circumstances we circum to in our effort to conquer the various possibilities in life. With the various “moments” encountered ,I have learnt and unlearnt numerous things altogether. I even realized how small the world is in its true sense. Looking back to the process of being a graduate, instances have been vaporized taken to non existence and again re-encountered, all in the pursuit of trying to understand the people around and the person within.
However college has been quite a different story.It amuses me to even recall the moments. The weirdness that came supposedly with the course itself. The people that i have hated and now begun to love; the absurdness of loving then hating. The moments of making up my mind to disrespect then respect(which hardly ever happened)!The tantrums that came with the camps. The on-spot slaughter of the working camp in station local ;agonizing. The reality strike moments of the rural camp , in all of its simplicity it helped in enabling us ,to build friendship and the rumors. Then the urban outing/camp, as someone mentioned the ‘sad’ Delhi visit, the flip side being we really didn’t visit Delhi only the sad places, which is a compromise to the outsiders who are clueless about what it has to offer. Atleast if i visit the place again, EVER ,I know where to look to make up for the “sadness” of the previous visit. The field placements- like it was suppose to boost the moral or anything, painstaking; exemplified as much needed hands on experience. All i can remember it by is the 9-5 supposed field work/free labor on Thursdays and Fridays. However, i did get lucky with my placements and my juniors. When the placement was a ranted ,deemed nuisance i had extraordinaire team mates and vice versa. All three years I escaped from the plight of having those agonizing moments of trying to be a senior with a “I have an aptitude and an attitude and i m going to brush it off on you” junior. Luna,Shristi and Shanti’z name cannot go unmentioned here. My trio field partners and me walking through the streets of Patan amidst laughter,rants,empty stomach,stuffed belly,rain,human traffic, traffic and whatnots. YUHP and Patan would never have been the same without you guys.
All in all there have been more people who have made the ride worthwhile. The Nepali Sir- Thank you for endlessly mocking me time and again, i dont know if it helped me in any way when it came to enhancing my nepali writing and vocabularly, but it sure as hell paced the way for superb entertainment in the classroom. Drumroll, to Ashish for helping me pass the Nepali Exam, i extended my cheating skills and proclaimed victory with a C. I have never been more elated with a C before. Mr Buckley, i probably wont forget him even if i wanted to- an honorary member of breaking the boredom of the mundane life for some, but for me someone with attributes of being a teacher and anything but a teacher. With all the contradictions he had to offer, an insanely great individual- philosophy was a force to be reckoned with, literally. The history sir-an emblem of sweetness at an agonizing age, i wished i had paid more attention and divulged in fewer reckless conversations in your class ….I am certain i do not want to remember/mention any other teachers incidentally, because they have too many loopholes to fix in their names , and trying to dismantle that would be such a burden to the brain. Then the people who have made the ride alongside me, in moments of approval, disapproval and everything else. Krits- the ultimate person i despised and then loved, beautiful inside out. All the engaging and not so engaging ones . Despite where life takes us i will remember you all for filling in, an integral phase of life. Now when i come to think of it I can’t even recount how we fitted in, but couldn’t have done it without the complaining, making plans then quiting ,,all a vicious circle for the intake. The ultimate bunking,simply because we were disgusted at not having it done so long and the confusion of what to do and where to go after the bunk. The farewell, trying our best to ‘not’ fit in with the other group thus showing up as we liked. Sounds too predictable but right from the guard at the gate to the tangible and intangible things ,amongst all speculations and complaining its been quite a ride….
