Indolence, apathy, laziness, pressure, whatever you may call it, but a three month absence is a long time. Reasons are plenty but this post is not about all that. This post is about a brother, a great human being and the love for him that is bringing me back to blogging. Thanks ROB!!!
Well ROB aka FINISHH (remember The Ice Planet) has been an integral part of my life for the last year and a half. Before we discover more, let us go back during my early days in MHROD.
15 days in the course, I am still testing waters. I am aware that there are few folks, who though enrolled in the course, have never obliged us with their presence. The attendance calls are being done for VOHRA Sir's (It’s a "V") class and all of sudden I hear a "Yes Sir" from one of the regular absentee roll number. A bald smart guy has raised his hand. I say to myself "Arre wah! Better late than never". The class breaks and I walk-up to him to introduce myself. His accent gives it away that he is from the land of Gorkhas and then I say the dreaded:
"Hi I am Arijit. But call me Jeet"...:)
This was my first interaction with Rob, and there has been no looking back. With few people in life you strike such a magical chord that you are yourself surprised. Through the ice plant to the 2am hostel returns, to the warm hard drink behind Gandhi's back to the evening jogs, Rob has always been there.
Dude your "cart wheels" will be missed, your "Anaconda" speeches will be too,
Your "Razia's" will be missed; your "CHOPRA" too...
I know Nepal is happier place with you being there now, but India isn't the same anymore.
Mr. Ravi Thakur, we all miss you a lot and soon will be days when we can have the ANACONDA alive again. I often repeat this to myself:
"The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."
Till next time...
Love,
"Call me Jeet" :p
Well ROB aka FINISHH (remember The Ice Planet) has been an integral part of my life for the last year and a half. Before we discover more, let us go back during my early days in MHROD.
15 days in the course, I am still testing waters. I am aware that there are few folks, who though enrolled in the course, have never obliged us with their presence. The attendance calls are being done for VOHRA Sir's (It’s a "V") class and all of sudden I hear a "Yes Sir" from one of the regular absentee roll number. A bald smart guy has raised his hand. I say to myself "Arre wah! Better late than never". The class breaks and I walk-up to him to introduce myself. His accent gives it away that he is from the land of Gorkhas and then I say the dreaded:
This was my first interaction with Rob, and there has been no looking back. With few people in life you strike such a magical chord that you are yourself surprised. Through the ice plant to the 2am hostel returns, to the warm hard drink behind Gandhi's back to the evening jogs, Rob has always been there.
Dude your "cart wheels" will be missed, your "Anaconda" speeches will be too,
Your "Razia's" will be missed; your "CHOPRA" too...
I know Nepal is happier place with you being there now, but India isn't the same anymore.
Mr. Ravi Thakur, we all miss you a lot and soon will be days when we can have the ANACONDA alive again. I often repeat this to myself:
"The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."
Till next time...
Love,
"Call me Jeet" :p
P.S.: Am sorry I wasn’t there to see you off and only I know how much I regret it now!
