Sunday, 1 February 2009

North Campus Nostalgia

"Here on this seat my body may shrivel up, my skin, my bones, my flesh may dissolve, but my body will not move from this seat until I have attained Enlightenment." - Gautam Buddha
I yearn to be there...the need to have Chai, converse, express, understand and feel is overpowering...J.P. Tea Stall... D-School... The ledge under the tree...F.R.I.E.N.D.S. - Our immortal symposium... Discussions and confessions - family, classes, books, friends, food, teachers, poetry, depression, love, feelings, music, frustrations, dance, movies, home, life... every little thing!
Faculty of Arts... those foggy mornings, beautiful evenings, bright faces, warm smiles... Our classroom... musty with some disarrayed broken benches... large windows overlooking the faculty below... chalk-less classes juxtaposed with the duster-less ones... the microphone...sometimes in a lullaby mood in the most important classes; and at times partially deafening us with its howls and screeches.
The Central Library... dusty, mouldy, moth-eaten books stacked in innumerable shelves... as we open them the sepia tinged pages blotched with ink fall apart... smell intoxicating! Chaucer, Milton, Aristotle, Woolf, Bronte, Eliot, Shelley, Homer, Naipaul, Neruda, Tagore, Conrad, Osborne, Genet,Sappho and others recline together in their timeless, perpetual, phoenix like discourse...
I wish I had time... time to be there forever. Thank you Drishashitesh (Drishti, Shashi and Hitesh - my friends for life) for painting my memories with the polychromatic shades of sublime exuberance.

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9 comments/suggestions:

shiv said...

Not much of a blogger or even a stalker,I was intrigued by your outpourings.And though weird and an exercise at self-appraisal or vanity, i believe like Oscar Wilde "all art is quite useless".Charmed by your ornate articulations , i prefer simplicity to ostentatious word-play.And nostalgia is something that an artist fakes to add complexity to his character and create the impression that he is not drab like the rest.Its just another mechanically construed forlorn, literary feeling which allows him to indulge in moods of elegant grey.
"A matter of opinion" :)

Nitin Kanse said...

Wanna read more ....... rite me a comment so i can read ur blog again ....

Sourav said...

Memoirs mesomorize to you to me and to all of us :))

Keep writin..!!

God Bless :))

My blog : http://sourav-pandey.blogspot.com/

ashish said...

majors in English or sociology :O

anyways..college life is great and remains the best days of everyone's life !!!

swarnabhushan said...

Your blog is really nice, keep writing..

Amrit said...

Hey,

This post is awesome!! You just took me back to best days of my life. I spent my best three years in North Campus (Kirori Mal College).

The D-School was our favorite adda. How about D-school canteen, Kamla Nagar (Chahca ke chole bahture)..The bhel-puri chaat stall bang opposite SRCC..gosh!! good old days!!

And you write terrific posts. Keep writing..someone is loving it :)

Popp said...

I really really like the first pic. So nice:)

jithin said...

soo agree with shiv there...couldn.t have put it better !!

donscave said...

aye aye

i hear u and share ur nostalgia... those were magical days indeed, North Campus in winter!