I write this because there is a place that I consider my second home... A place I love... A place I miss... And now I understand what withdrawal symptoms truly mean! The place I am referring to is... MICA!
The other day I wore a salwar suit and needed silver chappals to go with them. The usual thought, "Will take it from Kruti or Sam. I know they have silver chappals" And then I stopped and stared at my wardrobe. That is all I have! No more Kruti's, Sam's, Meeta's or Punk's room that I could just walk into pick up whatever I wanted and walk out. When I jacked my phone to clear some data on my memory card, I realized 350 songs I do not even listen to, but I had them cause that used to be our source of entertainment in the car where I used to DJ for my girls. There were days when we absolutely did nothing but just sat in each others room and talked and talked and talked.
Sitting at home this is what I am doing... writing, sleeping, reading and eating. Yes, I missed home cooked food at MICA but now it is the other way round. I was never a breakfast person but snacks were my all-time favourite. Last night I had yummy home cooked dosas and awesome green chutney which sadly reminded me of South Indian nights at the Mess when everybody would hit Chhota. I look at my phone, Manu or Vineeth might just call at 4 A.M. "Chhota?? Chai?". At home, no more 4 A.M. chai. The thought of preparing it kills it for me and I go back to sleep.
Watching Big Bang theory on laptop at home doesn't feel the same. The bloody B-division as Sam used to lovingly call us used to sit and discuss random things instead of assignments. From cars to cartoons to movies to food the B-division gang (Jaymin, Manu, Vineeth, Tathagat, Manasi, Divya, Chadha, Meeta, Kruti and me) discussed everything sitting in Parijat 16 munching on some food, always. Chits were drawn to decide groups such that we always got to work with different people each time but in the end it just didn't matter as all would be putting their heads together helping each other. I used to love designing presentations even for courses I didn't have but others did.
There is an eerie silence around my house. No traffic, no chaos and no noises. I am used to the music blaring from hostels, the yells "Zanu... Anu... Culcomm meeting... Chandni", goal cheers from Community centre, or cheers from the baddy court. I see kids in my building play badminton in the evening (vacation times) and I remember how Jaymin made me run on the court, making me take shots that I would never try and even attempt. Jayati was an awesome baddy partner, we did play a lot of matches against Jaymin where he would read our minds and give us shots where we would never reach. It was a lot of fun! Manasi and Divya would come to Chandni calling out our names, or singing, or dancing, all would sit in one room and chill. Sujay would make his presence and talk on and on with his favourite dialogues "How do you girls not know about this? Are you girls even there in MICA? Really? Wait I will tell you...."
The other day on Whatsapp we were discussing MICA parties. Those were the best times. Same music being played every single party but we would dance like there is no tomorrow. I have seen the best birthday parties at MICA. Innovations at its best! In so little space and time there is so much that we used to do. Looking back at pictures and videos reminded me of incidences, talks, falls, laughs, cries and more. I am glad I clicked so many pictures and took so many videos!
Chandni girls... Where do I even start? We were an eclectic bunch of people always smiling. Barsha and Aakriti's electronic music tastes to Shradha and Paddy's Hindi tadka, music was on in Chandni. The volume was low but loud enough for each one of us in Chandni to hear it. I was used to seeing faces every morning, afternoon, evening and nights. Now I see none of those faces. From 24 rooms to just 2 rooms that I live in now, its quite sad.
"Lunch?" "Dinner?" These were group messages sent to all. Chadha would promptly call or message back "Coming". When I had to group message recently I saw all these previous messages. No more random walks and talks post dinner. No more Mathew Sir's movie screenings which have been a great source of learning. I cannot think of MICA without Mathew Sir and I am glad I am not there to witness it. No more assignments or presentations. No more editing Jaymin's no full stop assignments. No more random Chandni 7 moments. No more gossiping. No more MICANVAS, Oorja, Alumni, Mukhaute, Maktub, SAMAR and many more. No more Batch Meets, Placecomm Meets. No more decorating Audi for Culnites. No more Culcomm or meetings. No more Parijat 16. No more Chandni 8!
MICA mein na... You make friends who become your family. You know 154 people you can get in touch with anytime, anywhere using MICAMAIL. You have your time of your life, a time that shall always be fondly remembered.
The thought of not going back kills. It's definitely the people that make the place what it is! Love you PGP-17! MICA has a whole new definition in my life thanks to each one of you!
And as Dhruv Bhai rightly said, "Har phelu main hai naya Zaika, Magar kuch nahi tere jaisa MICA."
The other day I wore a salwar suit and needed silver chappals to go with them. The usual thought, "Will take it from Kruti or Sam. I know they have silver chappals" And then I stopped and stared at my wardrobe. That is all I have! No more Kruti's, Sam's, Meeta's or Punk's room that I could just walk into pick up whatever I wanted and walk out. When I jacked my phone to clear some data on my memory card, I realized 350 songs I do not even listen to, but I had them cause that used to be our source of entertainment in the car where I used to DJ for my girls. There were days when we absolutely did nothing but just sat in each others room and talked and talked and talked.
Sitting at home this is what I am doing... writing, sleeping, reading and eating. Yes, I missed home cooked food at MICA but now it is the other way round. I was never a breakfast person but snacks were my all-time favourite. Last night I had yummy home cooked dosas and awesome green chutney which sadly reminded me of South Indian nights at the Mess when everybody would hit Chhota. I look at my phone, Manu or Vineeth might just call at 4 A.M. "Chhota?? Chai?". At home, no more 4 A.M. chai. The thought of preparing it kills it for me and I go back to sleep.
Watching Big Bang theory on laptop at home doesn't feel the same. The bloody B-division as Sam used to lovingly call us used to sit and discuss random things instead of assignments. From cars to cartoons to movies to food the B-division gang (Jaymin, Manu, Vineeth, Tathagat, Manasi, Divya, Chadha, Meeta, Kruti and me) discussed everything sitting in Parijat 16 munching on some food, always. Chits were drawn to decide groups such that we always got to work with different people each time but in the end it just didn't matter as all would be putting their heads together helping each other. I used to love designing presentations even for courses I didn't have but others did.
There is an eerie silence around my house. No traffic, no chaos and no noises. I am used to the music blaring from hostels, the yells "Zanu... Anu... Culcomm meeting... Chandni", goal cheers from Community centre, or cheers from the baddy court. I see kids in my building play badminton in the evening (vacation times) and I remember how Jaymin made me run on the court, making me take shots that I would never try and even attempt. Jayati was an awesome baddy partner, we did play a lot of matches against Jaymin where he would read our minds and give us shots where we would never reach. It was a lot of fun! Manasi and Divya would come to Chandni calling out our names, or singing, or dancing, all would sit in one room and chill. Sujay would make his presence and talk on and on with his favourite dialogues "How do you girls not know about this? Are you girls even there in MICA? Really? Wait I will tell you...."
The other day on Whatsapp we were discussing MICA parties. Those were the best times. Same music being played every single party but we would dance like there is no tomorrow. I have seen the best birthday parties at MICA. Innovations at its best! In so little space and time there is so much that we used to do. Looking back at pictures and videos reminded me of incidences, talks, falls, laughs, cries and more. I am glad I clicked so many pictures and took so many videos!
Chandni girls... Where do I even start? We were an eclectic bunch of people always smiling. Barsha and Aakriti's electronic music tastes to Shradha and Paddy's Hindi tadka, music was on in Chandni. The volume was low but loud enough for each one of us in Chandni to hear it. I was used to seeing faces every morning, afternoon, evening and nights. Now I see none of those faces. From 24 rooms to just 2 rooms that I live in now, its quite sad.
"Lunch?" "Dinner?" These were group messages sent to all. Chadha would promptly call or message back "Coming". When I had to group message recently I saw all these previous messages. No more random walks and talks post dinner. No more Mathew Sir's movie screenings which have been a great source of learning. I cannot think of MICA without Mathew Sir and I am glad I am not there to witness it. No more assignments or presentations. No more editing Jaymin's no full stop assignments. No more random Chandni 7 moments. No more gossiping. No more MICANVAS, Oorja, Alumni, Mukhaute, Maktub, SAMAR and many more. No more Batch Meets, Placecomm Meets. No more decorating Audi for Culnites. No more Culcomm or meetings. No more Parijat 16. No more Chandni 8!
MICA mein na... You make friends who become your family. You know 154 people you can get in touch with anytime, anywhere using MICAMAIL. You have your time of your life, a time that shall always be fondly remembered.
The thought of not going back kills. It's definitely the people that make the place what it is! Love you PGP-17! MICA has a whole new definition in my life thanks to each one of you!
And as Dhruv Bhai rightly said, "Har phelu main hai naya Zaika, Magar kuch nahi tere jaisa MICA."
It's beautiful Anu...
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
DeleteHey nice post Anu! Makes me go to MICA even more! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! :) A place you so wanna go and never leave! :(
DeleteAtleast you manage to pen it all down. I'm way too attached to even write about it! the other day, I started typing about my MICA life, and I just couldn't do it! There were just too many memories with almost every person... Before I realised, I had tears in my eyes and I just couldn't find the words to describe all that I felt... Someday, maybe... But, this is just plain beautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteI took a lot of time to type this out. Words kept running in my head but I just couldn't put it down. Finally that day I just thought I should give it a shot. Thought maybe it will give some kind of closure. But nope it made it worse. I cried when I wrote but had to get it out of my system. Still not at peace. Wanna go back!
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