Here we go again...

Today I took out my bulky suitcase, dusted the two years of stagnation from it, and opened it to start packing my things... again. It's amazing, I was just rereading my blog, and read all my posts that I wrote before coming to SIMC, my fears, hopes and anxieties. And the present is what it has all boiled down to, another suitcase packed and another journey ended.

I have always been complimented to be a light packer. Even now, I came with three parts, an old brown suitcase that my mom had brought to her new family in her marriage, and I use it to 'run away from home', an orange cloth bag in which I dump everything that doesn't fit anywhere else, like my brain! and a brown air bag that carries my most prized luggage, my books, certificates and likes.

And now after two years I'm still able to fit in my entire possessions in these three pieces. Everything falls in, except the memories that I got from this place. My first project interview and the so called 'party' after that. My first friend here, Lini, who I love with all my heart. My chatty roommate, Preeti. My highly intelligent and serious friend, Neha. And the none stop talker and adviser, Preethy.

My huge room, even bigger than my own room back home, the balcony view from my floor, my first internship and the love I got. Footprints and the hope of maybe being with a 'normal' guy for a change. My second internship and the respect I got. My birthday surprise, cake and gifts. All the nights spent laughing and sharing hopes and dreams. My loss of friend and the part of me that lost with it. A long period of depression. The quieter next birthday. The bo

uts of insomnia and sleeping in class, scratch that, endlessly sleeping in class. The first internals when I scored the highest, my design technology test when I barely passed...

I can't pack it all. It is spilling from my suitcase and unwilling to stay inside the

airbag. I can't carry it all. It's too many memories. I guess I'm not a light packer anymore...

The moment I have been waiting for...

This is it. This is the moment. Look around you, remember this day. Remember the people who were with you when you witnessed history.

I never thought India could win this, and I admit it with shame. Right from the beginning, I kept thinking, except for Sachin, no one else seems to want this enough... But when the last six was hit by Dhoni, and Yuvraj embraced him with tears in his eyes, I knew we deserved every minute of it. We showed what we were made of whenever the opposition threw us off. More than being talented, I believe we were always talented, we were mentally willing to win the game.

I still cannot believe it. My fingers shake while typing this post, my face is still unable to stop smiling. The look on everyone's face when we won. Especially Sachin... Virat Kohli summed it up when Manjarekar asked him the reason for carrying him "He has been carrying the country's dreams for all these years, I thought this is the time we carried him!'

I have always been proud of this country, today my heart swells with pride even more. And as Lini Antony (my friend) said rightly, "Even if the world ends in 2012, I can die knowing that we won the last World Cup!"

Yes, that pretty much sums it up, I guess.