Sunday, November 13, 2005

What's cookin'?

It seems that a rite of passage necessary for graduation is to be able to meaningfully answer the question "How does it feel?" Actually, graduation's been a ten-ton mastadon on the horizon for so long that there's no feeling of being there yet. One sees it coming from way off, and resigns oneself to the fact that all good things must come to an end; the actual trampling underfoot/riding the howdah passes by almost unnoticed in the hullaballo. Of course, there's also the little matter of the thesis corrections.

Graduating as an undergraduate from IITB was way more intense. It was the first home away from home; there was a much keener sense of loss, and a much more titillating sense of adventure on the horizon. The world was an abyss, and also m
ine oyster.

That is not to say that I haven't had the same feelings now, just that I've been aware of them coming, and so taken evasive action to blunt the lows. Unfortunately, by comparison it also lowers the highs.

Still and all, I have to admit that every so often something entirely unexpected slips through my carefully constructed armor. Such as the "DR. SIDHARTH JAGGI" nameplate that our group's secretary, Shirley Beatty, gifted me as a going-away present, and as a result of which I was walking around the whole day with a soppy grin on my face.

On my door


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