Confessions of a Wandering Mind

If there is 1 thing right now that i'm sure i feel too strongly about, then it's missing my student life; or more precisely, life at IMT.The 3 golden years spent at the campus have undoubtedly been the highpoint of whatever life i've seen so far.No wonder they used to call IMT 'The Resort'; life was all about eating,drinking,movies and partying.Studies used to happen only when semester exams got too close for comfort.

One can never forget the hostel life - absolutely no holds barred pure freedom.No wardens around to tell you whts right and wrong, no1 to stop you from playing blaring music at 2 am.Like they said-life in IMT started at midnite. And those ragging sessions - 1st year when v were the 'futchas'; thank god for those senior babes who hid me inside the girls' hostel on the pretext of 'ragging' me when the rest of my not so fortunate batchmates were being stripped and made to run around the campus by the senior guys.And the 2nd and 3rd year, when we enacted the roles of the mighty 'Seniors' pretty easily and undertook that oh so great responsibility to uphold the grand old tradition of the college. My first roomie, who i renamed 'grassie' for his marijuana addiction, and who i had to kick out of the room since i cudn't stand the overpowering stench of the 'weed'.Sorry for that bro, cudn't help it though.

And of course parties,parties and more parties. How can anyone ever forget that amphitheatre , which turned into a dance floor on many a Saturday nights, and which was a witness to the many flings and romances which blossomed under that intoxicating atmosphere. The same amphitheatre which got transformed into a swimming pool on Holi, full to the brim with colors of all hues.The fun we had pushing off friends into it who were already high on bhang,all laughing and crying at the same time.And that holi of 2002 when i had a full 2 litre bottle of Bhang and then passed out in my room for 2 whole days !
Or for that matter, how can 1 forget the annual college fests:Passion and Chakravuh, when the best crowd from all the best B-scools of India used to converge onto our campus. 3 days of non-stop fun, those babes participating in double meaning skits(lol), the fashion shows which v choreographed on our own. All those events which were organised a 100% by the students, with absolutely no interevention by the college authorities, resulting in a mad-mix of non stop fun.

So it's pretty obvious that work life here seems to be overwhelmingly bland and mundane when i compare it to the fun i had till just about 2 years back....IMT rocked !
I always associate the following song with IMT ;it's called Teenage Wasteland(Baba O' Reily) by The Who:

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
We'll travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
So let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh..yeah
Teenage wasteland

They're all wasted