So, after all this time, I’m finally bidding good bye to IITB. I finished my
MTP work on July 4, got my degree on August 13, but it is today that I feel I’m
finally leaving this place. In three days I will be moving to Tokyo and that
separation has a finality to it that my brief stay in Pune didn’t — after
all, if I wanted, I could reach the campus in about 6 hours from Pune.
Over time, I have changed my position regarding the existence of god(s). From
apathy (‘Don’t know, don’t care’), to disbelief (atheism) to doubt
(agnosticism). I have heard many accounts of god(s), from the ‘universe, then
god’ (like the ancient Greeks’) to ‘god, then universe’ (most other accounts),
from single god (Christianity, Judaism, Islam) to many gods (Hinduism, the
Egyptian pantheon). The problem exists, in my opinion, specifically in the proof
(or lack thereof) of the existence of gods. For the purposes of this article,
let us consider a few things as given:
In my days at IITG, I have often been asked where I hail from. Somehow, I never
am sure how to answer it. Consider: I was born in Kerala, I stay in a town
called Kalyan, in Maharashtra, and am studying here in Guwahati, Assam. Should I
say, I am from Kalyan, where I stay, and which no one will recognise, or should
I say I am from Bombay (or Mumbai), which people will recognise? Or should I say
that I am from Kerala, where I was, in fact, born? Each answer means different
things, and I would often be in a quandary as to which meaning I should choose.
What constitutes a friend? My mum thinks that every single person I know is my
friend. I certainly don’t think so. I mean, none of them are my enemies, but not
all of them are friends. Some are just acquaintances. People you meet, get
acquainted with, who no longer visit my mind after they are gone from my life.
People to whom I give a polite smile, a ‘Good Day!’, or a wave. These are like
shooting stars, sometimes they lighten up the sky, sometimes they aren’t even
seen. To me, a friend is something else. A friend is like the stars, or, better
still, like the planets. They are always there, even if you don’t see them.
Someone you can trust to be there when the time comes. A friend is someone I
trust, I respect, I admire. Someone you can open your soul to, someone you can
let in to the deepest parts of your mind.
So, finally I’m, back in Dihing, my second home… It does feel great to be
back. I wonder what New year celebrations would be like with so few students
here. Aside from the return to home2 part, most of it has been quite annoying. I
landed in Guwahati at 1:30 in the morning on the 30th (that’s 12 hours late,
half a day wasted!), waited five and a half hours for the bus, lugged my luggage
to the hostel, where I find the mess and canteen closed, the tubelight in my
room not working, and no balance in my phone, and the validity period over too.
Then I went to Barak to breakfast, and lo!, its aloo paratha, and I hate