Looking Back

My dear Junta....wow it is good to indulge in one's own lingo.. I just figured when jayyu says "Lame" it means "bored" and "Musko" means "To shut up"...so to keep up the pace with today.. I think walking back the IIT days is more of a must..and ofcourse Mast (hee! hee!... hey i am attempting atleast na? Witty or not.. this is what it is..)

I was showing the snaps to my team at office and of course my stock price went a notch up for being able to prove at one time this woman of substance could fit a photograph frame :)..

This just started a line of thought.. If I had not got the opportunity to be at IIT Mumbai.. today I would most probably be a manager at LIC.. scary thought.. definitely..infact my escape from clerking at LIC is quite a story that could beat any thriller hands down..sometime maybe I will share...

When Deodhar (Bhanu was it this prof??) in our batch farewell had something to say about everyone.. when it came to me he confessed he was not too sure what I was doing at IIT..I was kind of upset as I thought it was quite obvious that I was having fun. Actually this question has been haunting me since as - that was the first time I had been in an instituition and had not left any impression academically - leaving my profs confused.. I have always harbored guilt of not having done enough to have deserved the seat that I got in the premier instituition and felt I have not learnt anyting..

But when I was going through the photos with my team today i realised something that has been close to cathartic.. pardon me I am terribly senti.. If only Alok would be here I can kill him with a bear hug.. I am so damn senti...

Today when I have to almost start all over from scratch in all fronts professionally and personally, I realise more than my school and undergraduation it is a lot of aspects I gained from those Mast M.Sc days that is giving me the courage..

I remember my first day at IIT where my dad was so shocked at paying 80 rs for pulao at RKs (for this money we could have eaten for almost a week at chennai) and how I terrified poor ZEN into baby sitting me through the night with high fever. I decided on the first night I would hate this place.. but then anything was better than going back to chennai to clerk at LIC.. that was the only reason I stayed the first week, infact I had also planned to run away from Mumbai once the LIC interviews would come to a close..

But very soon I found there were many reasons for which I stayed back and almost all of them had something to do with one or the other of you guys who touched my life in those days....I had towards the end infact no reasons to leave..except all of you guys were leaving..

From a girl who hated Mumbai even before she stepped in (thats what south indian magazines used to do to the brand called Mumbai)..to someone who made her life there for 10 whole years(albeit cribbing right through every day of leaving IIT)..to someone today who has started her company....is an ode to all you wonderful people. Alok, Sunil, Bhanu, Zen, Oinky, Deepa, Ashish(s), GRA group, skinny and so many others(sorry the list is endless..but I mean all of you).. who made me live every day for those two years..

More than teaching me that I can cram a whole lot of organic chemistry in an hour, more than teaching me that I had it in me to face TAS, more than teaching me I can stay away from my parents, more than teaching me I can cope with personal pressures.. IIT taught me to live in the present.,and that is one of the most beautiful lessons! Past does not matter.. future is not known.. so why the hell miss the present? So I think one ought to have a BLAST - the way I had every day during those MAST days..

Ok I think enough is enough.. i shall promise not to get senti anymore.. once in a while I guess it is ok..bye for now...

Teri aankhen agar hain gehri gehri jheel...

Meera & Alok, Powai ke kinaare
Na jaane dil kya pukaare ;-)

Free Radicals

Meera, Bhanu, Sunil & Yours Truly - sporting our department tees!

We are The Reactive Ones!

Brownian Motion

It is the first day of the decade (Jan 1, 2010, if you could not guess). I am lounging on my couch with the love of my life - Priya...

It is gloomy outside (what else to expect from the northeast), but my memories have been shining bright & warming my cockles. To add fuel to my smoldering recollections, Chandy, a.k.a. my comrade-in-arms, my partner-in-mischief & the yin-to-my-yang for the past 21+ years, answered my clarion call for photographic documentation of the good ol' days. Browsing through the pics I feel this tidal wave of nostalgia drowning me. Do I need a life preserver? No siree! If I could only remain perpetually immersed in those days - the days of purani jeans, worn-out chappals, disheveled chic & the devil-may-care attitude...

This is the inaugral post on Mast M.Sc. (thanks Zen!) & I encourage all you junta out there to adorn this blog with our shared experiences. It will also be wonderful to hear from you of your exciting adventures post-IIT, your phenomenal journeys through life so far & your yet-to-be-fulfilled dreams...

This is one way that we, whose paths crossed in the hallowed Chemistry halls, can reminisce & track our supposed random motions after our brief (2 years!) encounters...

As a parting thought - NBD mat le boss... Chill maar... What to do? I am like this only... And junte, your fate is like this only...