It's that time of the year again.The time for goodbyes.The roller coaster seems to be braking and I'm already feeling the jitters. I'm trying hard to pen down this sudden surge of emotion. Pent up emotion.
Back in the halcyon days, the socialist in me craved for action. Action is overrated. If he was around, he'd say "I told you so". The adrenalin rush when you're at it keeps you going through thick, thin and everything in between. Once the party's over the latent exhaustion hits. And boy does it hurt. The last one year has seen me through a fair share of action and the law of averages says its time to hibernate.
It's a whole new world here. Insulated from the travails of the real world.The good, the bad and the ugly all nestled up in 4 acres of land. Where plagiarism is the resident evil and grades wreak havoc in the days of our lives. Lunatics who cant tell dawn from dusk roam the corridors at hours termed "godforsaken" by the outsiders. Where any semblance of sanity is a remote possibility.
The transition from a life of complete disarray to the proverbial '9-6' is the cause of worry in this MBA contingent. Living it was fun. Ending it, a nightmare. Who knows where we all land up.Hopefully the promises (of keeping in touch) made at fuzzy hours, by bleary eyes in drunken disorder will hold.
As the goodbyes start rolling in, I'm a mixed bag of emotions. What hangs in the balance is the bittersweet memories from a place that eventually turned out to be my support system on the one hand and the overwhelming urge to unsnarl a deranged life on the other. Irrespective of which way the balance swings, memoirs of the year that was will remain etched in my repertoire forever.
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