10 weeks since start of term. Time flew. Looking back, there are little imprints and shadows of events I've participated in. Memories that are embedded there, somewhere. So much has happened.
M night practices.
Warwick.
Imperial.
M night show time.
Hustings.
Meetings.
Paris.
Hanging out till the wee hours of most mornings.
Second-home. I never understood the real meaning of it, until I came here, in the UK. I told a dear friend before flying back from Paris that I was actually looking forward to going back to Cambridge. Tilting her head, then shaking it in disbelief while exclaiming," You are looking forward to go back to England??" Well yeah, it feels like home to me. I think her eyeballs were on the verge of falling out when she said, "I can never call London home."
Cambridge is a second home to many of us. We feel at ease here. The tugging feeling when you leave a place, clearly knowing that you are not to catch a real glimpse of it for a relatively long period of time? Most of us experience that. Perhaps why this place is so personal is that, we spend time knowing all these people properly. We stay together, eat and yell till our voices failed us. We know this is a place where we will be welcomed. There is always someone who will just call you up and say "hey, lets watch hunger games!" , then play Bridge! The real challenge is saying NO NO NO. Sometimes we just forget that, this is not HOME, this is an UNIVERSITY damn it. Studies should be given priority. Sucked into this malicious black hole with the sinister thoughts of hanging out, watching movies, chilling is not going to help me pass my Tripos. Oh yes, we know that, so... "huge sigh"... we are focusing on cutting back on some activities. After constantly meeting the same group of people for two weeks, day and night, you would have thought that I got sick of them. Oddly, not yet, not yet. But the day will come :)
Do I miss home? A little bit. I like being around my family, don't get me wrong! I just like being here as well, when it's not the winter at least. I enjoy the company, weather, and just the place in general. I know where to get a good cup of Mocha, milkshake, home-made ice-cream, fudge, candies, chicken, strawberries....... I wish I could express it in words, but it is an experience that I can't pen down even if I possess a phenomenal ability to jot down such fine details. I invited some friends over, and they did not see what I feel. I guess it is something you feel and hold dear once you have come into acceptance that this is your home, and your friends are your family.
It's 1.10am. AND I really need to catch some sleep.
Long day ahead.
Studies this time. . . . I hope.
