Sitting in the bus to Bhubaneswar, really makes me feel emotionally sad, the memories inside my heart just flow back into my head portraying images of what happen last year like a movie playing in slow images clips, and this movie is real life documentary.
I always expected myself to come back to India, not faking, but real expecting, and I did, came back, for the fourth time now. Now as I think back, how did I even survive by myself for the 2 months’ vacation in NITRKL? God knows.
I always tell myself, or maybe even friends who often ask, or even my maa that ask me so often why? Why India? You must be having some kind of affair, which is why you are going back so often, and ridiculously, she even went to ask a medium about my motive to India. I just have to say, even though Rourkela is not a nice place, but there’s so many nice people here which make the place nice, forget about the hostel food because it really sucks to core, I can’t imagine anyone could have taken that for 4 years, but they did, and for people like Ankur shresta bada bhai, he claim that it’s the food that made his body.
Managing a project aren’t a easy job, I must say. I just wanna tell the director of our school that, it’s not playing around either it’s easy, it’s really a tough job and I really do have a lot of responsibility on hand which I really take note of.
Everything seem so easy, it’s like a movie, you pay 10 bucks to watch it, and everything seem so nice and easy and expected but think about it, the behind the stage scenes, the NGs the actors and actress took, this are all can’t be seen. I can’t remember if last years’ team appreciate bablu’s coordinating, but I do, I know he really did a lot for us and I really do appreciate it.
And now it’s my turn, I tried my best to make this trip a memorable trip for my juniors. At first, thinking about it, when I first met them, it’s quite difficult or to say unpredictable what will happen, I don’t know them, everything to me has a bad impression, some looks proud to me, some look like people that are self-centered that don’t give a damn what you say to them. I swear, this are the first impression I got.
But, they prove me wrong, I suppose, after spending 20 days with them in Rourkela, they are a bunch of friendly juniors. Think about it, when you didn’t had dinner and they come with you with a cup of noodles, they share their gossips with you, they open up to you and became close friends, I mean all this wasn’t expected from my side. But I really appreciate them.
More sensible, I think.
But sometimes, like how my sir use to say: “You got to expect the unexpected.” Second day in Rourkela with juniors already make a hell out of me when I see one of my juniors got cut on his hand by a S-Hook in the gym, flesh were peel out and bone can be seen, this type of scene seem like one of the film: Final destination, perhaps India version. I kind of blame myself, why didn’t I warn them to be careful with the equipment, like in the movie: Paathshaala where the student got injuried due to mishandling of equipment. Guess, it was inevitable, accident do happen, we just have to grow out of it and learn from them. Because of the first incident, we became more aware of the situation, and more careful of the surrounding, I guess the student, did learn from it.
When I heard from Rajesh that the juniors appreciate what I did for them, it’s really heart-warming. It means that they respect me as their senior, understand what I been trying to do for them, and they know, it’s not easy to do it. And let me say, even Andy said that it’s hard for even him to manage.
He asks me how I do it? I told him, it’s tiring I know, but by the end of the day when they appreciate what you do, and they are safe and sound, you don’t feel anything but happy for them.
