Finally, like all things, our GiMBA comes to an end.. Or at least approaching an end… and Gosh!! Are we happy?  No not really… Sad? No ways… Frustrated?? Ah com’on we already were…Excited? Wtf, who calls it excitement when you have 100 prints of your resume in your hand and posting them like advertising your features for a newly opened JOB market and certainly as a paid advertisement…argh..then what is that we are feeling… Are we witnessing the intimate spree of execution? Hahaha, very well said Loku, well at least many of us would have someone or the other on our shoot at sight list and no surprises a few names will be repeating with bold and strikethrough font… Nostalgia? Well…. very obvious that’s the by product of any college life so nothing olympian about it also…then WHAT?? Why the clock’s tick tick is educing an anxious ado today.. Yeah I know, this Saturday it will all end.. And it was always destined to end some day.. I knew it would come…

A day when I would catch the flight again back to India, and perhaps, never to see some faces again in my life… about whom we bitched… with whom we laughed.. With whom we cursed some authorities… with whom we spend nights talking about dreams, girls, boozes, and any thing that has no sane connection to any living body on earth.. With whom we fought.. With whom we said “tu to mera bhai h, tere liye jaan bhi kurbaan” and “arre ruk ja.. Wo junior teri bhabhi h.. Aise na dekh.. Bhai ki family h…” and “saala seniors ka maal dekha..” and never to forget.. “4 can freeze mein daal de bhai.. Aaj exam phod ke aaya hu…” and for some special guys.. I will dedicate a complete blog….

Well the point is.. What is GiMBA going through when the clock signals the last of a beautiful year.. Let me reiterate here.. That if none then at least PLACOM will be remembered for the longest time until the haunting memories faint away or we are absorbed in the daily ups and downs of THE life…

I know the mettle GDEC08 contains… and I know 5 years down the line many of us will be making some headlines in some newspaper.. Punjab Kesari for example, of Delhi times page 3, or Aaj Tak .. Well sorry aaj tak was a little too much.. But the gist is I know we may have to wait but we WILL get to what we have been longing for in our hearts… and what has GiMBA returned to us in lieu of our sweat, our sleepless nights, our Online Streaming of Movies, Facebook, Mafia, Farm Villae and others small efforts like scoring grades, studying.. Or networking.. Well  for me GiMBA gave …..

A lot of memories that will give me a reason for a large scotch in nostalgia, many friends that will always appear in my forward mailing list, a MATURED friend who made my life hell (I swear, he fu**ed my brain out…), a sweet baby panda friend (Though she is generally high on her notes and ABSURD in her reasoning and Disgusting in choice of YELLOW color.. But still she is very dear to me), nice roomies.. (though Anirban was always interested in Rajeev, Anda manani never loved anything other then his bed and warm little eggs he was hatching most of the times, Shayam.. OMG!! I cant make the content of this blog look ADULT.. But he surely was.. hehe.. An all time FOE for any item that runs on electricity, Pants that would go down as soon as he would enter the room… coffee mug that smells like spoiled flesh.. And blah blah…), and blah blah… the list goes lonnnnnnnnng …….

Just waiting for things to come to an end.. So that I may actually feel what I want to feel.. The Nostalgia of GiMBA..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Spark, the best thing happened to me, I guess .. And some girls I could never talk to.. I know that’s their best take away from GiMBA..

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