Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The End. Dramatic or Otherwise

I have been at IIT for two years now. And two years is what it takes the normal male adult (women not mentioned for the want of a sizeable (and noticeable) number) to complete a post-graduate course here. Of course, there are some in my casual acquaintance who've tried myriad tricks in the book and have successfully extended their stay by the odd semester or two. I am a normal male adult. Well atleast when it comes to this.


So, as the end approaches, the freakish drama queen streak that I have in me, starts looking for those elusive 'closure' moments, call them 'The Lasts' for the purpose of this post. Last meals, last hang-outs, last classes, maybe even final visits to restrooms (of which there are more male than female). So as this last week at IIT dawned, queen a la drama was on high alert to spot these moments. The week started with a submission deadline for my Master's thesis. To this end, I didn't sleep for three days, and on one of them was up from eleven the previous night to six thirty the next morning and typing without break, so I was the zombie version of Quasi Mo do by the end of it. It was submitted today. On time, somehow.


I have also, for the last year, 'savoured' mess lunch at a hostel called Satpura. I am a day scholar at IIT and I'm not even attached to Satpura. But ties of salt are stronger than ties of bureaucracy, or even legality. None of the kind gentelmen at the Satpura mess never questioned which hostel I belonged to. As for my bit, I always took my free lunches to be noble ways to reduce food wastage. So I was also interested in noting what my last lunch at Satpura would be, probably for hallowed parallels with Jesus. The Palak Paneer on Wednesdays had been a favourite. Lately, however because of classes eating into lunch, we had been forced to eat at canteens in and around campus. It then dawned on me today that last Wednesday was my last meal at Satpura.


After that realization I focussed my attention on the final class. The Haryana Jal Board had different designs. I woke up to dry taps and was forced to bunk my first class today. "Nevermind", one thought, "there's always the class in the evening, and one tomorrow evening." The day wound down and I found myself sitting in class with no one around. Turns out, at the last class (which I missed owing to my thesis), the course got finished and all further classes were cancelled. Last class then, was the one on Monday which I unconspicously dragged myself through.


Nonetheless, I have thoroughly enjoyed my stint at IIT, and I'm as surprised by that fact as anyone else is. There have been more days when I've hated it than those when I've loved it (mostly related to the EDLC ( English Debating and Literary Club for the uninitiated)in some vague way). But when I've enjoyed it, it has been enough to wipe off all the sour curd. Succinctly put in some rather corny, back of the envelope Hindi poetry.


IIT में fight मचाया,

Prof ने खूब भगाया ,
Department ने बहुत रुलाया,

EDLC ने लोगों से मिलवाया,

Satpura का नमक खाया,

बहुत मज़ा आया


The last visit to the lavatory is as yet unmarked. Queen Drama III is not happy with such an anti-climactic ending. Suggestions are invited.

4 comments:

anne said...

congrats...
what plans now???

Wanderer said...

bad question to ask! Classified information.

Anonymous said...

"As for my bit, I always took my free lunches to be noble ways to reduce food wastage"

kamina hain tu :)

Saurabh said...

"As for my bit, I always took my free lunches to be noble ways to reduce food wastage"

kamina hain tu :)