For the past hour I've been trying to clean my room but have been largely unsuccessful at it. With a case presentation and a quiz scheduled for tomorrow, normally I'd have been sound asleep by now. But not today. Today I am going to talk about Balaji, my batchmate at IIMK.
A fun guy with a goatee and a smile, we became friends in our second term at K. I had joined his group for all the stupid group assignments and projects that we are made to do here every term. We'd have lot of fun pulling others' legs in group meetings. Our group was a happy-go-lucky one and I loved them for that. (I had a pretty uptight group in my first semester) We'd go out to eat quite frequently. I remember this one time when we all went to Coffee Beanz and he was awestruck at how much I ate. (in spite of the way I looked) As days passed, we became pretty good friends. I'd rant to him often on how I cant seem to put on weight in spite of eating like a pig. He in turn would crack jokes and offer a final word of encouragement that if I accompanied them everytime they go out to eat, I will start putting on weight soon. It is inevitable, he'd say.
On the last day of our second term which was in last week of December, we all went out to Coffee Beanz for one last time in 2007. If I remember correctly we had an exam the next morning. We ate to our heart's content and promised Coffee Beanz that we'd return the next year. Bala promised me that he will make sure that I grew fat in the new year.
On January 1st, 2008, I got the news that Bala had passed away in a bike accident the night before.
News of death evokes different reactions. There are people who cry and vent out their grief. And then there are those who act cool and calm on the outside and pretend as if nothing happened but are freaking out from the inside. I am one of the latter. After I returned to the campus for my third term, I stayed away from Coffee Beanz for a month citing some excuse or the other. Whenever people discussed about Bala, I'd just go sit somewhere else. It made me awkward. With time, people slowly stopped talking about him. And in small instalments, I began to overcome my sadness in a calm sort of way. Or so I thought.
About 2 hours back, I came to know that one of our batchmates, Geethika had passed away. When I heard the news, memories of Bala which had faded into the oblivion reappeared. All this time I thought I was being brave by not mourning for his death. Now I realize that I was running away. May be I am not brave enough to face the fact that he is dead.
Different people deal with grief in different ways. As for me, I've shaved off my beard and moustache for a goatee. Reminds me of Bala.
A fun guy with a goatee and a smile, we became friends in our second term at K. I had joined his group for all the stupid group assignments and projects that we are made to do here every term. We'd have lot of fun pulling others' legs in group meetings. Our group was a happy-go-lucky one and I loved them for that. (I had a pretty uptight group in my first semester) We'd go out to eat quite frequently. I remember this one time when we all went to Coffee Beanz and he was awestruck at how much I ate. (in spite of the way I looked) As days passed, we became pretty good friends. I'd rant to him often on how I cant seem to put on weight in spite of eating like a pig. He in turn would crack jokes and offer a final word of encouragement that if I accompanied them everytime they go out to eat, I will start putting on weight soon. It is inevitable, he'd say.
On the last day of our second term which was in last week of December, we all went out to Coffee Beanz for one last time in 2007. If I remember correctly we had an exam the next morning. We ate to our heart's content and promised Coffee Beanz that we'd return the next year. Bala promised me that he will make sure that I grew fat in the new year.
On January 1st, 2008, I got the news that Bala had passed away in a bike accident the night before.
News of death evokes different reactions. There are people who cry and vent out their grief. And then there are those who act cool and calm on the outside and pretend as if nothing happened but are freaking out from the inside. I am one of the latter. After I returned to the campus for my third term, I stayed away from Coffee Beanz for a month citing some excuse or the other. Whenever people discussed about Bala, I'd just go sit somewhere else. It made me awkward. With time, people slowly stopped talking about him. And in small instalments, I began to overcome my sadness in a calm sort of way. Or so I thought.
About 2 hours back, I came to know that one of our batchmates, Geethika had passed away. When I heard the news, memories of Bala which had faded into the oblivion reappeared. All this time I thought I was being brave by not mourning for his death. Now I realize that I was running away. May be I am not brave enough to face the fact that he is dead.
Different people deal with grief in different ways. As for me, I've shaved off my beard and moustache for a goatee. Reminds me of Bala.
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Touching post man , I am surprised that there are no comments
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