As promised,the NALSAR post. Left Delhi on the 27th of June 2008. Going to college is generally a mixed bag of emotions, from excitement to anxiety,elation to melancholy but for me it was all sadness. Leaving behind the city I grew up in, leaving behind a home I knew would change beyond repair by the end of my course, leaving behind a world, perfect in every aspect. Landed in Hyderabad at about 11:45.Went to the RBI guesthouse.I had my interview on the 28th.Mighty misnomer. It's just an advertising session on the part of the VC.
Joined the hostel on the 29th.The most terrible night ever(Considering the fact that I had 4 months at NALSAR in front of me at that time; DISCLAIMER: Nothing against NALSAR).
Classes commenced on the 1st of July. One week into the NALSAR life and I had friends, friends who'd be with me these 5 years, I had my prejudices, prejudices against people whom I deemed arrogant berks(A foolish thing to do for a lot of people;Some I guess will be addressed that way for all of the 5 years).
Made trips to the city. Had my life's first solo adventure trip on the 2nd weekend of August.Did projects.Got ragged.Stopped hating it.Started getting along with seniors.Preparing for a cultural fest.Introductory Moot.Sleepless nights.Long phonecalls.A vision of the future with the person whom I adore the most.My roomie,the authority on History and one of the most genuine people I've ever met in life. My moot partner,high on life, redefines assiduous.All my friends, the best there can ever be.The late night birthday bashes(which well,as the literal meaning may suggest, involve a lot of bashing,especially that of the posterior).Cheap movies. Songs off the LAN.
These 2 months have been less of an experience and more of a lesson. I've learnt how not to be cocky, how not to be verbose, how not be a smartass all the time.I've learnt what genuine hatred means.I've learnt how much I love my city.I've learnt that I'm much more confident and strong(in the sense of courage; for my external strength, I believe the maxim of 'res ipsa loquitor' is the most appropriate one to cite) than I thought I am.I've learnt what 'multi-faceted' truly means.
I won't say I love this place. It's too restrictive to love it. I do concede though that I love my hostel life. I now realise what my parents really meant when they told me about their college experiences.College life is an altogether new experience with its highs and sobreties(pun,if found,intended).
5 years down the line, it won't be me. It'll be a different person sitting here and posting.With due regard to my future self, I hope I don't change beyond recognition.Deep down,I always wish to remain the person who boarded that aircraft to Hyderabad and before doing so shouted out in rem(Do excuse the legal jargon;One of the irrepairable things law school does to you), "Delhi I love thee".
To one and all, This blog stands resurrected.
