See you again

I may not be expressive but you know, I miss you. And how cannot I? I remember the orientation and the cake and the first sip to go high. I remember the numerous phone numbers on the first day and gradual deletion of many at endless nights while keeping a side affair dream of hitting miss NR, AM and others.  I remember the shaping of many groups and the filtering to retain few true. I remember the late night gossips and boiler fights. I remember the internship hunts and discussion all amidst smoke. I remember the pleasant surprises *meri usee baat chal rhi hai, lets see kya hota hain*.  Of course, I remember *yaar mujhe wo acchi lagti hai, kya karu, baat krlu kal?* And hope you remember, *usse bandi ko toh mein bhi hit krra hai, but koi reply nahi aya*.

Yes, I remember the sudden restructure of committee with brand new entries and again true.

I remember the instant replies to *chai, mess and NV*. I remember terrific messages *bahar chalna hain kya?* The roof-top dinner and enclosed cheers. I remember the gutsy eves of approaching white ladies and valuable donation at Nescafe plus the completion of B.Tech with burning the white stick in the campus. The cancer prone rooms J-808, H-934 and J-437, I remember. The bathroom hides from *see, see…give me an apology letter…sorry sir, I cannot give you a letter but please accept my apologies.*, I remember.

I clearly remember, *how does a capacitor work? , slowly slwoly* and *sorry to interrupt*. I remember the doctor‘s medication with constant shots from nuclear man and the rolling tires. I remember the periodic dialogues, *hum sab yehi miss krnge* and *capture the moments yaar*.

Now…….now, you are leaving and I adapt my mind this was bound to happen.

One last time, I wish if I could meet again and share a table for dosa and chai and wrap the complete happiness of this world in one moment. One last time, if I could have a chance to watch the coke studios or sarfarosh or 24 with rapid eye balling on the fragile beauties of the band and others. One last time, if I could sit at Food Court and order rocky road while teasing the ladies sitting beside and sipping Mirinda and chatting *mujhe hain na, coke toh pasand hee nahi hai*.

I know, I will miss you and and god knows how true I am when I say I want to see you again…….

:’-(