OK, I'm sorry the two of you had to sit through lunch listening to me griping about the loss of my vanished entry. I will now do this in parts so that I will not kill myself should the same thing happen again.
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The second wave of bittersweet goodbyes has finally swept over us and I am once again jolted into emo mode. We have to go through this a total of THREE times -first the Frenchies, now the PGP students and soon the CCC bunch (and MICA).
I will not pretend that I like everyone here, nor delude myself into thinking that I mean something to many people here. I've come to realise that I'm a simple person who is happy not fighting my way through to being the centre of attention, not keeping a conscious tally count of the number of cool friends I make, and I give people the time of day unless they start to piss me off at a level that I am surprised with myself. Being a social butterfly is not my calling. I've come to hate small talk, especially if it's not funny, to me at least. In essence, I think I have anti-social tendencies. Why be friendly when you know you are just being humoured? Why smoke hash when it still doesn't buy you a ticket to coolness? Why go beyond the polite smile or the passing hello when it's not worth the effort? It's selfish, but I only spare time for people whose friendship I know will go beyond the superficial heeheehahas.
My name will not be resounding in future batches of MICAn history, my face will be a blur in the crowd, Harleen will still mistake me for Kash. But still, I am happy I am leaving this place knowing that there are people I've met that I will care for. People whom I will want to meet up with again if I ever come back to India. People I will be glad to host if they ever decide they want to make a stopover in Singapore. People whom when I say 'keep in touch' and 'I will miss you'...I really mean it.
L-R: Me, Ajinkya, Kasturee, Raghu
Harshal the Giant and I
And of course, newfound friends from SCI itself. (This picture is for MICA's brochure so that they can sucker more people into coming here.)
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The second wave of bittersweet goodbyes has finally swept over us and I am once again jolted into emo mode. We have to go through this a total of THREE times -first the Frenchies, now the PGP students and soon the CCC bunch (and MICA).
I will not pretend that I like everyone here, nor delude myself into thinking that I mean something to many people here. I've come to realise that I'm a simple person who is happy not fighting my way through to being the centre of attention, not keeping a conscious tally count of the number of cool friends I make, and I give people the time of day unless they start to piss me off at a level that I am surprised with myself. Being a social butterfly is not my calling. I've come to hate small talk, especially if it's not funny, to me at least. In essence, I think I have anti-social tendencies. Why be friendly when you know you are just being humoured? Why smoke hash when it still doesn't buy you a ticket to coolness? Why go beyond the polite smile or the passing hello when it's not worth the effort? It's selfish, but I only spare time for people whose friendship I know will go beyond the superficial heeheehahas.
My name will not be resounding in future batches of MICAn history, my face will be a blur in the crowd, Harleen will still mistake me for Kash. But still, I am happy I am leaving this place knowing that there are people I've met that I will care for. People whom I will want to meet up with again if I ever come back to India. People I will be glad to host if they ever decide they want to make a stopover in Singapore. People whom when I say 'keep in touch' and 'I will miss you'...I really mean it.
L-R: Me, Ajinkya, Kasturee, Raghu
Harshal the Giant and I
And of course, newfound friends from SCI itself. (This picture is for MICA's brochure so that they can sucker more people into coming here.)
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