The 6
months of luxurious honeymoon period is over. For some of us, virgin in the
area of advertising, got a deep and thorough penetration of knowledge and
experience on a daily basis. While some of us were busy learning to be great at
the art of advertising, some others were busy in preserving each and every
moment. I was one of the ‘Treasurers’
of such memories and I feel blessed to have such a bunch of crazy friends. At
the end of the course, I wish I shared my heart out, but unfortunately we all
had to leave in installments, just like the way we came in the campus 6 months
ago. I feel lucky to have seen all the 3 seasons in a sandwich.
Now that we
all are back home, our minds are still stuck in MICA. They say that mind is the
most powerful mode of transportation. It can reach from one place to another in
a matter of nanoseconds. Though it took 2 days for us to pack our luggage and 2
days to unpack, the process of what has to be done after all the packing-unpacking
had already begun back in our heads. The moment we all left MICA, there were
mixed emotions oozing out of everyone’s eyes. For me, this place, these people,
this whole experience was completely new. I was never a bright student and I’d
never got through any major interviews from any premiere institute; I’d never
stayed in a hostel where both boys and girls stayed in the same building; I was
never witnessed a fight so close like a movie sequence wherein I wasn’t sure
about the next moment whether I’ll be alive or dead; I never stayed awake
beyond 2 in the morning; I’d never slept in the digital lab; and most of all; I
never roamed everywhere with my camera. All this was part of my life now. There
was hardly any day where I didn’t have my camera with me. I madly made everyone
laugh with my sickest jokes and I’d got them allergic and contagious.
After the
glorious “Portfolio Night” that we
attended in Mumbai, some of us got higher in their confidence, spirits and even
reach. I made friends with everyone initially when we joined; few stayed close;
few stayed nearby and others decided to orbit around. I got few feedbacks to
improve myself, and I was working hard on being excellent. Rather, I never
worked hard on it. I thought that I’ll enjoy what I do and I worked hard on
making memories, and somehow I got damn good at it. Meanwhile, I did some good
work here and there and continued to do it on regular intervals. My friends
loved everything that I did and began to praise me more than I deserved. That
was the moment, I knew for myself that I am not taking myself anywhere, because
work that friends like and work that world likes are hardly common. What I was
doing was just having fun and it didn’t have any ‘objective’ as such, but here even having fun should have a creative
brief and a target audience, with a single-minded proposition and a rationale.
To some
extent, I feel that I made justice to the course by discovering what I was
actually good at. I knew that I was good at writing, but writing without an
audience, without an objective is just like masturbation (just like my faculty
said; same words). You don’t know why you are doing it, but you are enjoying it
anyway. That shouldn’t be my fate all my life and I had to change it. I was
already halfway down masturbating (academically, though not figuratively), all
I had to do was to add some meaning to it and I am still learning to ‘master’
this aberration. My friends kept telling me what all I am good at and I kept
following my heart. Now that I am home and I need a job to live a life, I can’t
just sit back and write a blog while my father stays awake till midnight
fighting his battle against government on increasing his pensionery benefits.
This is the
insomniac time which bothers most of us in the families. Many of us have
completed this 6 months long course with loads of fun and of course, tons of
exclusive learning that can never be learnt from any part of the world. The
burden of getting a job, repaying the loans, settling down in a place and a
company, everything haunts us from the day we’re free from the campus. For most
of us, the ultimate destination is Mumbai and most of us ‘are’ from Mumbai.
Hence, staying would not be a problem. As expected from the course, may be not
everyone was employable at that instance, but everyday is a new learning and
everyday we update our skills. While we were at the campus despising the
canteen food, we yearned to go back home and savor the home-made food. Now that
we’re home, a couple of days passed, after we’re done hogging food like
gluttons thrice a day, we’re seriously bored of all this stuff we thought we’d
do while we come back home. We want to go back and find a job and get ourselves
rolling. Break is definitely needed, but for those who’re tired of working all
day long. We didn’t work; we ENJOYED what we did and we can never be tired of
it, hence this nostalgic restlessness. I hope we all find a job soon and end
this laziness sitting on facebook all the while and waiting for a notification
to pop up and troll on each other. BITCH PLEASE, Y U NO COME TO MUMBAI SOON?
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