and this my friends, is MICA for you and MICA for me!

mica comes to an end. In a week. Might or might not miss it. Might miss it more than might not miss it. will miss the picturesque mornings and the still evenings. will probably miss chhota and tt. will miss this brand of laziness.

will miss the indiscipline. the crazy nights on assignments but more on playing baddy.

tennis. nights of incessant chatting with friends and neighbours.
will miss the promises of discipline though. and the latest nights at pat's with lots to drink and eat. with talks of love and hate. of life. of change. but mostly change and it's off the beaten track-ness. change mica has brought. lots of it. it's made me think. It's made me meet so many other people, culturally so diverse. it is a like a different geography, away from the influences of civilization.

Another civilization with it's own rules of sleep, drink, eat. Eat 4 meals per day complete with papad, dal, rice, salad, falka. the little bricked routes. Will miss the double and the single rooms. and the endless frustrating nights with mice. the sleepy nights with no recollection and the sleepless nights with the unpainted cement of the roof. will miss not brushing before lunch. will miss the luxury of not bathing (which I think is slightly over-rated anyway). zoo's and minkie's visits. and the tension i've borne because of them.

Will miss the uninterrupted net connections. will not know how much i sleep each day, because i have no idea when the day begins and ends. everyday passes without stopping to tell. much like the approaching trees in a moving train, that quickly rush past us. will miss dunking birthday girls and boys. the never-ending one and a half hour long classes. the 15 minutes long breaks. will miss the friends and acquaintances i met here, both good and bad. i respect them all. they all have some goodness. i will miss realizations that they help me reach faster. realizations such as they might not be the best people on earth, but since they are friends, they will be much more important perhaps than the best people on earth. will miss being counseled and counselling. the teasing and taking digs at people. but more importantly being teased (for the failure of the first).

Will miss being culturalized, being abused left right and centre. Will miss abusing immensely. Will miss people not getting scandalized on being abused.

Will miss the every kind of class, creed, colour and caste that treaded the paths of MICA with me. will miss writing like this, while the laptop rests on my stomach, the screen propped up. Will miss rains. will miss rains just too much. will miss silver oak, parijat and even chandni. will miss the placement processes. both summer and final. will even miss roxy, the best dog i've seen, though he still makes me uncomfortable. will miss going out ever so often.

I will probably not miss the uncertainty, the indiscipline, the variety, the individualism, the change, the assembly line, the 'trying-to-be-like-a -MICAN', the one and a half hour long classes, the endless assignments, the dissertation woes, the misfortune of being slotted with the strictest faculty panels. Will not miss the worst rodents that frequented my place. will not miss the oh-so-dirty loos that i got sometimes. And will not miss the things i missed in their good days, on bad ones. And sometimes also miss the things i did not mention I'll miss, in times when the worse rubs against me.

But whether I miss or don't miss these things, i can never forget, and every once in a while be stormed to remember because they are indelible impressions. And indelible impressions they will remain.

Later