To being a MAYOITE ..

This one goes out to all my awesome dorm mates...i'm already working on my promise of a book for/ on you all..

Contrary to the belief of a non Mayoite..we are not made up of lots of attitude and elitist behavior...we do not stand on pedestals... we are PUT on pedestals..we aren't the best because we have a legacy behind us. we are the best because that's what we make of our opportunities. We are born with the skills of time management and persuasion... that's how our parents know that Mayo is the best place for us. Being a Mayoite is like having a new identity its like being part of a family....yes my observation is very run of the mill.
But it is a fact.. we are all family...so what i'm going to do is give a little bit of an insight into the  the life of a Mayoite or rather a Charuite..

You enter a whole new world thinking how you are going to fit in but in less than a week it feels like you've been nowhere but here. And soon enough Friends become Family and we become a part of each others lives. i watch a movie or read a book and i find at least three to four characters who are a mixture of  those very friends.

I HATED horlicks and now its at the top of my tuck list...i had issues with eating 'kaccha' maggi now i cant wait for those 15 minute before prep maggi sessions... or those 20 mins after 12 when we still aren't ready for someones birthday....

yes we light up a storm while preparing and trying to make someones birthday special...and no we don't always clean up...

 

we study....we read..we interact and we make new friends or rather we prank unsuspecting or random people...that's what we do when we r 'vela'... which is usually after we do our homework or not do our homework..we are maestros at the art of  procrastination....from submissions to inter houses...

Inter Houses are nothing short of civil wars...we do take them very seriously. Its practices till late at night (or early morning) and then we blame the sleepy behavior [not thanks to our OOs ;) ] in class on the morning P.T.! ( which thanks to our awesome batch of captains will not return???)

Oh..I also found old like really old friends thanks to mayo..so i'm not complaining about the immense workload we have ....because one trip somewhere and suddenly the back log seems manageable! we change with time and metamorphose into completely different individuals and yet when we see the old dorm..we once again become the naive juniors that we used to be..the friends that became a one big family...giving each other abbreviated names so that shouting becomes easier ..

 Mayo is a place where we learn to lose our inhibitions..to make new friends..to embrace new opportunities and to stand out of the crowd so much so that we ARE put on pedestals. to make the critics rule in our favor..
This is my last year of school and i honestly have no idea how we came this far..how Five years will soon become Five months..a part of me wants this to get over and the other more rational part of me wants school   to be extended

Typical as it may seem my analysis is true and so is what i'm going to say next. You can take the Mayoite out of mayo but you can't take mayo out of the Mayoite! i owe my awesome time in school , the fights,the feasts, my possessive streak about my things (INCLUDING FRIENDS) and the amazing time I've had to u guys...my dorm mates and my friends...

To  the CHARUITES
AS, AS, AM, AM, AG(m), AJ, AS, CV, CS, DG, DS, EG, GS, KS, LRR, MA, RB, RK, RP, SP, ST, TJ.

                       
and to everyone else who has taken all my tantrums and still told me  "YKD chill! "  i love you guys....

P.S this does not in anyway mean i don't love my Calcutta friends...i love you guys as well...

P.P.S. this is the first and last time i'm actually getting emotional with 'my internet blabbing'.

Once Upon A Time.....

Today i did something very childish. i stuck my head out of  my car window as the rain came down heavily. The drops falling fast and hard and suddenly i was transported into that Once Upon A Time when i would wait for the rain....the flooding of the Calcutta streets....the hot chocolate and dreamy weather as well as a book. Nothing else could make the rain more perfect. the smell of the dry parched earth finally receiving water. The medley of sounds of the birds and beasts. The lush green that spreads in all the trees and that complete feeling of relaxation, of the thought that things do get okay.

Realization hit me.So often we grow up so fast that we forget the small things that give us happiness , the small gestures that were shown out of affection and we also forget the people who have stayed with us since the Once Upon A Time...and are still there waiting to be remembered. Lost time never returns and moments become memories and in the process of growing up and finding our new identities we tuck these moments away. we try and hide the imperfection not realizing that the only perfect thing in our lives is IMPERFECTION however hard we try its perfectly embedded in our lives and getting rid of it is ...well is difficult so we work around it. Most of the time working around what we consider wrong or uncool makes us let go of the little things.

Growing up is a process where one learns to make sacrifices but at times due to all the changes we face ..we make the wrong sacrifices. we sacrifice the friend who told us the truth on our faces. we sacrifice the time we could have spent with family for a few moments of popularity. and sometimes we change ....change so that we can pretend these sacrifices don't mean a thing nor did they ever mean anything. thinking about all the mistakes i myself have made i realize if i could turn the clock back i would change 60% of what i did...i regret lots of decisions but then again its part of the process. the grass always IS greener on the other side.

I used to be so eager to grow up. to be an adult . to be able to make my own choices and decisions.to get a drivers license.and now all i want to do is run away from October. to run away from being an adult. for the first time i want to run away from taking responsibility. to run to a corner and read Cinderella or Snow White. to pretend that a Knight in shining armour will drag me off my feet and take me away on his white horse. well those things happen only in the dreams of little girls. I've grown up and reality bites...its renders all those dreams and fairy tales of that little girl inconsequential.

It hit me today when all i wanted to do was laugh and dance in the rain and my friend said stop acting like a child. suddenly i didn't want to be grown up. i didn't want to sit in the house and watch the city get wet before me. i didn't want to be who i had turned out to be. i wanted to be the little girl who didn't care how her hair looked or how her shoes would not match her clothes and i definitely wanted to be out on the terrace. so i went out and lived a little bit of the time that i miss so terribly. the time  when the only thing i looked forward to was the Happily Ever After!