Withdrawal...

<an unfinished post from the 10th of April>

Even as I look for a less cliche title for this post, i think nothing else could do justice to the way I feel right now. Woke up last morning in my room only to miss I-14, SV3. Was wondering how one year at ISB can undo the last 13 odd years of belonging...and not just change my life but also embalm me completely and dominate my world view (life-view, if there ever was such a term).

It felt so nice to meet this bunch of clowns before few of them left for Kerala. Its amazing that I'm not the only one going through what i am...it seems to be a global phenomena...Als also understand what I'm talking about. AMAZING that all of them tell me that I will get a closure once I visit her for orientation...

I can't describe what rushed through me as my cab pulled out of the main drive...the last few glimpses of the acad center...the last glimpse of the gate...it reached inside me physically...felt a jab at my heart...suddenly felt unsettled, like the firm ground beneath me shifted....

Will not go on about it...just to twist this around, I thought I'd talk about another phenomenon that's been in play for the last two days...songs seem to fall into different associations and literally "belong" to these people...

like:

Stand By Me/Baanwara Mann --> Aadi

Fields of Gold --> Nitin
Jumma Chumma Dede -->Sharon
Hips Don't lie/Sajna ve --> Dishwasher
Wonderwall--> Akshoo/Elmo
any damn trance number--> K-10 Saab
Sajna ji--> Warty/Khushboo

<..and there ends my incomplete post...>