Graduating from IIT Delhi

I wanted to write some stuff. I logged in bloggers.com to create my blog and soon realised I already had a blog. What?? But I never signed up. 'The fighter life at IITD'. That was my first blog. I thought it was long gone. It had died out. A look at the blog showed that a google search by the keywords 'life at iitd ' and my blog was the top hit on the page. All credit goes to the title. I have known since long that I am a shitty writer. But writing isn't some writer's prerogative. I'll write anything I want like I did before. Btw I am getting more than ten new views each day without sharing it or doing anything with it. People are just curious about IITs . They can't help it. I can't help it either. Cheers to that! I already have a different blog called 'Habeeb's Guide to Screwing Up' which is yet to see it's first post. You can access it from here Guidetoscrewingup.blogspot.com. 
          So this is the last post on this blog and I want to write about how it feels to get out of IIT . A lot worse. Your safety blanket is gone. You lose a great campus and the friends you made for life are now distributed around the world pursuing their career. Everyone has his own stuff to look after. On weekdays people have jobs, on weekends they sometimes find the time to meet up or go out of town or just stay at home and think about the golden times and feel miserable or happy depending upon the person. I usually try to sleep more and meet a couple of friends nearby. This is real life. Well, real life sucks but some people like it. But then some people, no a lot of people also like Justin Bieber so people really don't have much credibility. I went to hyderabad for 8 months and then changed job quickly to shift to Delhi. I can tell you there is no place in the world not even my own home that makes me as happy as IIT Delhi. It's fucking full of hope, full of smart kids who will get great jobs tomorrow, and there's all kinds of things going on all the time. Compared to that real life is pretty boring and mundane.  I feel safe in my home. In IIT I feel ready to take on the world. Plus there is a hardened chemistry with your college group that will last a lifetime. We try to arrange google hangouts every two months. Super fun moments for sure! I miss a lot of things. The Wind-T, our own Chi-Point, R2, Aravali Hostel wings.  I don't miss the mess food though. I still don't know what half of the things they served us were. Sometimes it just looked like you were a part of some weird food experiment where they would try random stuff on you to see how you responded. Can't explain food that bad otherwise. I miss the fact you could do pretty much anything thing you wanted there. You don't want to the class. Fuck it! who cares ? You haven't prepared for the exam. Getting a medical certificate is pretty easy. You can always photoshop it. There you go. No exam tomorrow. Project? Use copy paste. Why waste useful hours on that?  There are real life skills to learn like not doing anything at all, just having a good time , going out and talking 'about' girls. On the topic of girls, I still remember getting in IIT and thinking "ab toh ladki mil hi jaegi" . I am still hopeful and most people in my hostel group are too. We did hook up with girls time to time but when it comes to ending the day we still have nothing other than our own hands to look at. Regarding money. Fuck money. After getting 12 lakh an year you will still feel like a poor fuck. It's just that we humans are messed up and all the good things except beautiful smart wives don't take money into account. (PS if you want that you either get rich or really good at a mysterious art which I clearly suck at). 

          To recount my last day in IIT. I woke up late. One by one everyone was leaving. Each day some of my friends would leave for good. Emotion was in the air. Some people left silently. Some started crying. Some cried a few days or even months in advance. Some just cried whenever they thought about leaving. It was touching except sometimes a guy would cry in the most ridiculous way and you would be trying real hard not  to laugh in his face. I was going to take an auto to the metro station. Four of my friends came to drop me. The others had already left. I knew I was going to meet them again in a month or maybe even an year but it was never going to be the same. Life as I knew it was coming to an end. Having said farewell to so many friends who had left before me I thought I would leave without much emotional drama. And I did. We went up to the coffee shop near the hostel gate. I had a mostly empty pack of cigarettes with me. Me and my friend took out one each from it and smoked our last cigarette as a tribute. Then I hugged them goodbye. No crying. No drama. The auto moved a hundred meters and I didn't know what the fuck to do. It was suddenly all real. It was suddenly over. My eyes starting filling up with tears and I sobbed like a baby in that auto for five minutes. Then I regained composure and headed home. It was the end of an era.