Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Hasta la vista

Yes its weird that I always title the blog with some exotic word and what turns up inside is some "Desi" version of my world! It may be the same here, but the feeling isn't desi only...its very much exotic and commonplace at the same time...its very much everywhere...ubiquitous...yet there's nothing divine about it!

Now in any other language, its just plain...no spunk. I can give it a try really...
Phir milenge! (Mushyyyyy!!!)
Adieu! (Mushier!!!)
Dasvidaniya! (More like a tongue twister!!!)

May be my 'language of obsession' these days is dictating my affinity towards the title, but seriously...there is no better way to say it. Literally, "Hasta la vista" means 'until we see again' and its very commonly used as a farewell greeting. The style quotient obviously appeals to me as I feel it represents me.
Weirdly it seems like only yesterday that i said "Hola" to all my new friends...its equally weird that this brevity of time wasn't really felt so acutely while I was living two years of it!!!
But even with the style quo and all, a farewell remains a farewell...the hope of meeting again and the promises of 'staying in touch' are always soothing but they don't veil the transformation that life is about to go through. Dormant under our uber-cool exteriors, is a bubbling feeling of unease about "change"! So what if we all have seen one farewell too many...each one of them rocks us a little.

After all its not easy making friends (what with all the social networking to do)...its not easy to be all set for life's new challenges always ( truest grit is in accepting one's fear and imperfections)... its not easy truly enduring a phase of your life,gritting your teeth, but still wanting it not to end! My friends and I experienced it (with great gusto, if I might add). We cursed the day that put us in the situations we were in, but secretly we were gracious for the chance to get to know some of the most intriguing people ever.

With midnight pasta parties...Punjabi pop-DJ-on laptop-nights...nail paint fest with gal friends... series of knocks on the door when time is short for getting ready for a party... those series of Cntrl C - Cntrl V - Cntrl S, a week before exams...those trips to BIG BAZAAR for everything required for survival...those shopping bags of 1 capsicum,1 onion,1 tomato and 1 chilly (the chilly unceremoniously thrown in the dustbin,along with the polythene)...

Saying Hasta la vista not only brings back those memories but gives you the hope to build some new memories the next time around...It prepares you for the change and preserves what is unchanging about life, inside you...the bonds of friendship :D

7 comments:

  1. beliv it or nt bt m makin pasta 4 bf 2mrw..jst in d evening i went out n bought dat xact same stuff...1 onion etc... :D doz tymz cm rushin bck into my memory...wid fondness i remember doz rainy, sunny, hot, cold days...Oh i thnk i miss dem already!
    "zindagi ka naam ana jana h...is 2 pal ki zindagi mein ek umr bitani h...zindagi aur kuchh bhi nahi teri meri kahani h..."
    so long pal!

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  2. senti hogayi me... :( missing u..
    mehendi session ...auto wale se bargaining.. chai ki dukaan... raka shamba ki jodi.. gappe session a day b4 exam.. i have never forgotten any teacher thanks to the mimicking session..
    but yes Hasta la vista do brings back those memories but also gives you the hope to build some new memories the next time around.. just cant stop using ctrlC+ctrl V :P

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  3. This blog makes us to relive those golden dayz, yes the pasta parties, the crazy dance parties n even i miss the aerobics session when i feel that i have stuffed myself too much:D
    Looking frwd to meet u all soon :)

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  4. hmmm...loved the nail paint n party 'knocks' waale lines! :) Till nw m still not feeling tht hostel days are over! :)
    gurl, u shud try 2 make it to convo...still! :)

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  5. woww...here comes the 'master piece' from our very own master-blaser!!
    n yes it makes me senti for one more time...though we wont get to live those moments again still the memories are enough to keep them alive somewhere inside...
    Had the best of days n nights in hostel n i wish that all of us have such a cool n masti bhari life ahead..

    'We'll meet again,
    Don't know where,don't know when.
    But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.'

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  6. :) :) nicely written...
    it seems like once again desi version of your world is quite intresting...
    god bless the poor chilly,...:p
    p.s. glad u r wid me for some time now..:p :)

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  7. "those shopping bags of 1 capsicum,1 onion,1 tomato and 1 chilly ".....how can i forget this......

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