There is absolutely nothing to write about. Not to say my life is static. That too.
Just that in this melange of interviews/exams/birthdays/treats/train rides, somehow you realize that 4 months have given you the slip, each quicker than the previous one. Jocularity about language proficiency seems old, stale and stupid. Goodbyes seem childish for summer, yet inside each of us there's this small gear creeping - how'l it be next year? If 3 months can evoke a small sense of longing and sadness, what can 2 years, or 5 or 10 do?
Some bridges you can cross when you come to it. Others you jump headway into the river below and pray that it takes you to good places. I'm guessing passing out of college is the latter! The integral part of that statement being, when you come to the bridge, you jump. Any earlier, and you look like an idiot. With such impressive words of self-admonishment, I ground myself. Even as a few aircrafts whiz over my head to Germany.
As for myself, I leave for Gurgaon on Tuesday... taking with me a lot of luggage, confusion, disappointment, excitement, the usual circus. "All are here, the old familiar faces" said VS, and how true.
Anyways, at the risk of sounding overtly sentimental, goodbye all. Bon voyage, et al. Get me something back from wherever you're going, and for god's sake come online. Cheers, ye' idiots all!
