Wishing all a very Happy Diwali and greetings for the season.
SIMC Diaries has always been close to my heart. The experiences at SIMC Pune over the last one and half years have been amazing. There are so many wonderful moments, good and bad times but I do not wish to write about each of them in SIMC Diaries. Some memories and moments are meant to be as personal, while there are some which all need to know. Today as SIMC Diaries reaches on the verge of it’s final few chapters, a journey through the two years of mine at a media college, a journey which was made engaging and eventful with all the people associated with me, I take immense pleasure to thank all who have always supported me in my endeavor for writing. SIMC Diaries started off as my personal journey, but as it progressed it became as much as my readers as it was mine. Thank’s again. I remember mentioning about it in my previous posts as well, but it feels great. I remember a few juniors, my professors at SIMC, my seniors who said they follow SIMC Diaries and await my next post. So for them..for all…Here it is…Chapter 11.
It took me longer, than most of my other chapters to write this. The simple reason being that I was unsure if I had to include certain things. I used to write, edit and then write again. But then I thought, maybe things need to go out from the heart. So it was then I decided to keep a few things which might sound harsh to few, but then it’s a personal thought.
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Chapter 9: <HERE> Chapter 10: <HERE>
SIMC Diaries – Chapter 11 – Of Sleepless Nights and Endless Talks…
The BAD DAYS of May and June: The Passing Phase:
With each passing day at home, when LIFE seemed difficult, hard to digest and to think of what happened, I quietly spent my time meeting old friends and re-living the good old graduation days. While slowly things back at home finally seemed falling back into shape, I was relieved that there is peace around which I had been seeking desperately in the last few weeks. I remembered Niranjana’s quote – When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”
I tried and I felt good that at a time when it seemed the end of the road, the light was just shining bright for me – AGAIN!! I went and met my mentor and my teacher Moris Sir (with whom I shared a professional cum personal relation during my student days and he has been my driving force) and it felt equally good to interact with him all over again after such a long time. While he still sarcastically said, I should be teaching students – a hidden skill that he had discovered in me 5 years ago, he never drifted away from applauding all that I had been doing. I came back and pondered over his words. When someone like him with whom I have spent just 5 years with could understand and applaud my efforts, why could not my own folks. However I chose to keep mum and not to discuss this at all, at least now when things were getting better.
My classes at Pune had started. Two days after classes formally begun (and got cancelled due to lack of student quorum), I headed back to Lavale with a fresh mind and some fresh words of motivation from my sir. As I packed my baggage, memories of a year gone by, memories of people I spent and memories which could be captivated for a lifetime flashed through my mind.
Rains had made its presence in Mumbai and the feeling was awesome. The smell of the mud, the trickling drops over the window pane, the evening cup of hot coffee and biscuits and the warmth of the blanket at home took me back to SIMC where the memories of the 5:00 PM Mess tea (or FREE TEA) came alive.
For a moment I felt, I should stay back in Mumbai and enjoy the weather, but I had already begun to miss the hills. The night before I was supposed to leave for Pune, I spent time sitting alone, all by myself at Mini Seashore ( a place which was my companion for peace) near my house remembering the moments of the year gone by yet again. The sweet drizzle of raindrops and the chill weather had set the perfect mood to induce the flow of words and the ambience to pen down a poem.
Seemed that it was just like Yesterday…
Aimless, confused about life, I made my way dabbling through roads,
Roads which had bends and several speed breakers,
While at times they lead to new discoveries and new thoughts about Life,
Many a times they led to rocky terrains, dark, bumpy and dreadful to tread on,
Reaching a place, which was a distant dream, unaware of the surprises and struggles to face,
Coping up with the unknown – place, people and thoughts never heard of, yet trying hard to learn
The journey which so far has been memorable even with the ups and downs,
The memories of times spent with friends now family, the affections and turbulences,
The pleasure of understanding what Life is…The beauties and the ugliness that comes with it…
The journey where bitter-sweet memories remain with You for the rest of your life,
The journey of understanding the transformation from the confused soul to a matured man,
The joys and sorrows of the last one year….and expectations of some unfinished tasks ahead
All it seemed that time waded fast through gushing waters, travelling at the speed of light,
While I still pondered about what lies in store at the bay….
Seems like it was just like Yesterday!!!
I came back from Mini Seashore and left for Pune the next day. The two months in Mumbai had almost made me forget what the hills were like, although I did miss staying, but somehow as I made my way through the campus gate, I sensed that the place is not as warm it used to be a year earlier. I sensed that it’s just about eight to ten months that this place would become a stranger to me. I walked inside further only to find myself confused as I was surprised to see new faces and new people. I remembered that when I came I met a few seniors and now it had been a year. The seniors with whom I had shared special bondings were not there. Suddenly I began to miss them. Archana, Kalyan (even though he wasn’t even from SIMC and had picked a fight with me before leaving), Sameer, Mithil and team and many others, they just were not here anymore. That was when I realised that maybe a year later even we shall wander away into different spaces of the planet and who knows, the promises to stay in touch would remain a distant dream.
Just as I walked in to the mess to meet Suraj Bhaiyya (the mess owner), I heard someone calling out my name. I was surprised and turned to find a few familiar faces. These were a few juniors I met during the Mumbai Meet at Candies in Bandra – a tradition which probably started in our batch. I asked them about their feeling of how Lavale is and the campus and all I heard from them were their excited feelings. I told them that I was as excited as they are when I arrived last year. They had already started cribbing about their classes being scheduled for eight hours to which I asked them, “Which Stream?” and the reply was prompt, “MBA”. I laughed away and told them that even in MMC there will be hectic schedules. I headed off to my new room – Room No. 205 which now was on the first floor.
The room was airy and faced the garden. The room being on the first floor was much cooler unlike my earlier room which was at the basement. My new roommate Rahul Bharadwaj was still in Bangalore tied with his internship. He was supposed to join me a week later. I arranged my things and headed off to meet my friends.
The next few days were spent discussing internship gossips, gossips about girls bitching about their bosses and guys discussing about the hot chicks they met during their internship, as obvious as it may seem. Luckily for me my batch mates still were not in full strength on campus, which meant that our classes were scheduled from Monday. It meant we had two days off. I and Smit chose to attend a lecture scheduled for the juniors by an eminent journalist Mr. Randhir Khare – who writes a lot for Pune Mirror and it somehow proved to be a refreshing change. Amidst the batch of 50 plus juniors we were two senior students attending classes, trying to show off as put in by other few batch mates who quietly managed to bunk the second half after sitting and sleeping through the first.
That was the first day of the 3rd Semester. Maybe the only day, where we had our freedom and leisure as the next few months rattled our brains, sleep and stretched us far both mentally and physically. Academics and the so called “pressures”, assignments as usual and classes until late night as late as 9:30 PM, (however in Lavale it is never too late).
Like the sky, and weather even things at Lavale had changed, some for good and the rest for the better. While new friends continued to be added to my Facebook list, there were a few old ones who made their way out for the new ones. I never wanted this to happen but probably, that was the way it was meant to be. One cannot take always things for granted right? One needs to take a stand somewhere and that’s when I felt that maybe the time has come to move on. For days I kept pondering about a few people who gave advices and were motivating me when I spoke to them a lot of things. It was then I realised that many of them who did give advices but rather ended up saying things and doubting your intentions behind your back. The advices were just a covering like a chocolate wrapper but more like a word of caution to avoid the bumps that come on the way. The comfort level that was built with some suddenly seemed to be in doubt. A year and a half spent with some amazing friends, yet the thought of losing a few of them disturbed me. But it was time to take the step ahead and move on. Talking and sorting out issues did not help so the best solution was moving on. I did the same.
Time and again people started taking a dig at me. Some were obvious with their wicked intentions and their motives to pull me down became clear, while some took a dig trying to be too sarcastic. What could I do? I had no choice and it was time to retaliate. I could never be sarcastic the way people were to me, yet I tried. To an extent I succeeded. Those probably were the tough days at SIMC. As our batches separated into their specializations, people became busy with assignments and deadlines as usual.
The regular walks towards the academic block post dinner, those idle talks at the PMC (Oh Yeah for all those who don’t know what a PMC is – It’s the common space between the Girl’s and Boy’s hostel popularly referred as the Piya Milan Chowk for all the obvious reasons!!) with my vella (crazy and chilled and useless buggers) group reduced. There was a time when we sat till the guard whistled us to get back to the hostel. But now times had changed. Just in a span of two months. Dinner used to be get done by 10 and I would be back in my room by 11 max. The space was now taken over by the juniors who jammed all through the night. Luckily before it got worse (cribbing about the boring depressing times) I found a new adda – Sidharth aka Humanity’s room. While a few friends did drift away, there were one’s like Sidharth who stayed along with Vineet, Smit, and my new roomie Rahul. Sid’s room was the place for the gossips and gupshups about everything – more on the academic side as Sid was the Student Academic Head. I must say that the discussions which spanned over hours and hours did give me a relief and eased my tension. The thrash news was dumped and the spiciest ones were dug deep in. More news on relationship statuses, the bromances (Broken Romances) and all the guy talks came alive in Room: 206. Who says it’s only the girls who have a gala time when in a gang!!
What started off as a meeting between the 3 Iyer’s (myself, Sid and Rahul B) soon became a rage. Room 206 was bustling at the middle of the night with all those random chats about the silliest things on the planet. The fun filled days were back again. We forgot the fact that classes began as early as 9 and immersed ourselves into those long chats. Maybe we had realized the fact that we just had a few months to go on this campus till we part ways for a promising (hopefully) future ahead.
Trips to Silver Spoon started and soon became a regular affair (though the 2 Iyer’s – Sid and me abstained from drinking) while the other’s almost got sloshed.
For both of us Coke was our companion. Open Happiness truly I say.
One of the best memories of Semester III @ SIMC
Time for some war of words…Oh Really! Bring it on:
While on one hands there were moments like these which could be cherished for times to come, situation at the class was somewhat different. I was amazed at the same time disturbed to see my close friend behaving awkwardly. While there were loads of academic issues bothering us, somewhere deep inside I felt that the fault was ours too. In the gamut of having fun and whiling away time, as media students, probably we had gone a bit overboard. We took chances with our class schedules reaching earlier before schedules ended (pun intended), trying hard to keep the class strength minimal as possible and if that did not work, making the best excuse of why we could not attend classes. It was those few days which were critical, at SIMC. While a few unanimously (I always thought unanimous decisions are taken in consensus with the entire quorum being present, Mistake) decided not to admit their faults, defended their fellow mates, I was accused of standing against my own batch. It couldn’t have got worse than this, in the one and half years spent. The negative vibes were clearly being seen and spread like poison (literally). I would not mind exaggerating things, but it is all true. Accusations of plotting, bitching against one’s back and that war of words were heavier and nastier than those unruly parliamentary acts. In fact the latter could still be better.
I remember each evening in the last few months; I had been making calls at home and questioning my own integrity. Whether it was wrong to stand against something which is not right? And for how long would one keep defending things. As, post graduate students, these acts were completely uncalled for. However what made me realize, after what my dad said was true. The age matters. I thought two years ahead of them considering my age, while they still thought like immature adults.
It all seemed like the new age college politics. Parties were being formed and strategies plotted. There were a few like me who cared not to give an f*%k and take it as it comes.
It took it’s time but then things which were more important were focussed on. No one had time for these mindless talks. It was time for the exams. They came and went in a jiffy. And soon, we had our winter internships. Unlike the last time, where the wait was longer to get into a company, I was somewhat lucky. I remember sending my CV to a company and getting back a reply the next day, stating that I was selected. Indian Magic Eye, Pune, it was. And again it was me and Vineet together. We interned at UTV also together and now it would be Pune. So well, how the experience was…
You keep guessing…
Unveiling more….in Chapter 12…stay tuned…