The Art of Leaving

So life at KGP finally comes a full circle. And yes the formalities have begun. First, you get to keep a small piece of plastic with your name engraved and are compensated for lengthy nostalgic speeches with a lavish treat. (The farewell). The frantic typing at keyboards ( for some lucky bastards Ctrl+C-Ctrl+V has done the trick) continues into the wee hours of the night to concoct some 25-30 pages of literature that can be passed off as a fruition of three semesters of painstaking effort (The B.Tech thesis). And then those myriads of signatures where one requires ten more and then the ten each require another ten more resembling a recursive program with no break condition. (The clearances). Yes these all are forebodings of imminent departure.
Train reservations for home have started and so have the good-byes to the juniors. Some analyse the highs and lows of their life @ KGP while others stash whatever they can of that vast volume of idiot box goodies on their computer hard disk and even their own. Many prefer the solitude of 90-D while others prefer the company of treats. And some fools like me are staying up late in the night to write blogs such as these. We all in our own peculiar way have charted our course of action for these last few days - We have been preparing ourselves for the Art of Leaving