A press conference took me to the Oberoi and I was driving back home, when i crossed my old college campus. You see there was a road that led to our college ('our' because friends were a big thing, and you stuck to your group of pals and so you were the 'group' and the 'group' was you) from a round about at the main road right off the Oberoi hotel at Nizamuddin East. And i couldn't get myself to drive off the round about without taking that turn inwards. It was as though by default that my car just turned towards college.
It was only when i had driven a good distance into the road that i realised what i had done, and then i remembered that the place wasn't even the college campus anymore. It had to be vacated the year we passed out due to issues with the Municipal corporation. I remember, we were so proud to have spent all three years of our course there, hahaha we were the lucky lot.
So just for the heck of it... I drove on. Went down to the very gate, and got out of my car and peered in, smiled to myself, shook my head at all the crazy, stupid and typical things "we" did there, walked back to my car and went back home. and while driving back home the whole time thinking back... thinking to myself, "oh no i actually did that?!".. and then after another thought.."Shoot! What was i thinking!"... and "oops, i don't know what zone i was in!"
I reached home, complaining to myself how everybody had just decided to move on, only to realise i had just been too caught up with my own life as well.
This evening i'm planning on calling up people from the "group" and saying something that goes," hey! we don't catch up often enough! let's make plans!"
Beware y'all!
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yes. the "lucky" lot.
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Lucky we were. And yeah, it's bloody strange how one feels like going there. I cross that turn almost everyday while going to work and... yeah, just the shortage of time doesn't let me go there. And I am glad I don't.
And hey, some have moved on for good, don't you think? :)
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