The Graduate Post

I am thinking of renaming the blog since the current one is not justified anymore. One, I am not ‘up at night’ owing to the obedient son persona I have been bullied into at home and secondly I am not in the Campus Goo-haute anymore. The farewell to Guwahati was quick and simple…. akin to tearing off a bandage, one day I ship my baggage, the next day I am off to the airport having said a quick goodbye to friends.

Goodbye can be an inordinately long drawn out affair. I dont think a very sobby emotionaly rich goodbye is a guy thing so we tend to avoid that. A hug , a thump on back and a promise to see everyone in Delhi seems to be the expected norm. It was anyways pretty hot so even the hugs were not of the ursine variety … more of a chest apart quickie with our heads having some sort of bobbing motion sideways, indicating we indeed had a very good time with the other guy.

Saying goodbye to the Institute is another thing though… you have a proper procedure to say ‘Bye Bye’ to everyone from the Workshop Uncle you met in first sem to the Supervisor who finally signs your BTP report. Every bureaucracy prides itself on these little ego trips … the more the number of signatures you have to attain to get rid of them, the more proud they are.

Staying at home is boring especially if you feel the need to download the latest episode of ‘Big Bang Theory’ every monday. I look forward to the day I join MDI and reclaim my lost routine again.