My memories-

Szabist, two buildings, a treasure cove of memories and one of the best times of my life.
In Szabist, I met the greatest of friends, had the nicest of experiences, and so left with my heart full of love, longing to go back. I am getting married in a few months, so had to leave my university and take a break from studying. I wanted to write on stuff I miss about Szabist, stuff that has made me smile, laugh, frown, cry and at times raging mad. So, here goes I guess.
Starting my life at uni, I never thought that a time would come when I will not be with all my friends and not eat the Chicken patties and Chaat or the Biryani and Coffee, always took them for granted, thinking they would be there forever, but nothing lasts that long. I had not expected to leave and even more, never imagined I would miss all this so much. 1.5 years down the road, I hit upon the fact that I was wrong.
Foremost, I miss my class, I know this is supposed to be something everyone on Chowk will read, but I cannot go on without mentioning the nicest, most helpful group I have ever met. A crazy bunch they all are, happy and sad, with love and anger, smiles and frowns but the sweetest. I miss you all so much, you people rocked my life and I will always keep you all in my special memories, Thank you for everything.
Getting on with what I miss, there was the semi-circle thing we had in 90. (Its one of the two campuses of Szabist, the address is 90Clifton and we call it plain ‘90’)
God knows what they call it! Right next to a big notice board. Well I miss that, you see that is where I had the lamest, funniest times with my friends. Sitting and lazing around, taking breaks from our group studies and what not! From the many spots in uni, I will not forget the Smoking Alley! It sounds strange but when I would find the alley void of smokers I would go and sit there on my own, not wanting to talk to anyone, or it would turn to be the place for serious talks, lectures and advices for my friends and me. I miss sitting on those benches, especially when I want to be left alone.
The cafeteria is one place I do not think I need to mention, everyone always hung out there whether they liked it or not. What I think I should mention here are the cats of the café, they would not budge until given some food and get to the point of scaring people by opening their mouths that have the razor sharp teeth! *shiver down my spine* Incase anyone is wondering if I miss them or not, I do NOT miss them, so lets move on.
No Szabistian freshman or senior can ignore the computer labs; especially in the summers when they become a respite from the heat, I am no exception. In the lab, staying after class, working on reports or using the internet for research and more often than not Orkuting, really miss that. It seemed such trouble when I was there to sit for hours in groups, working and emailing each other stuff, borrowing USB drives, crying aloud when the PC would hang or restart but now not being there, I miss it.
I miss the smell of the flowers in the garden at 90, I miss the times when it used to rain and the sky would turn to the prettiest of color and the plants and trees all washed up, I remember how beautiful it all looked, and all of us outside, forgetting all the work we were to do. I miss sitting in the classrooms, waiting for the lecture to start, the slideshow to begin, and us catching up on the missed sleep. I miss passing notes to my classmates when the lecture bored us, I miss the concern each of us showed for the other before/after the hourlies, I miss and appreciate the way everyone helped everyone else.
I miss running around both campuses, organizing presentations and arranging events, I miss seeing Siddique Saab’s (Our Academic officer and a gentle soul) cheery smiles when we greeted him and told him ‘Sir! Yeh hogaya, ab kia kerain. Or. Sir! Hourly ki date agay kerdein’ and he would say ‘Acha mein dekhta hun, kuch kerte hain’.
I miss seeing my friends do goofy stuff in the café at 100 (The second of the two campuses) and the study rooms. I miss eating slims and feeling the mirchi and looking around for some water, I miss the food we all had together, snatching from in front of each other; not very sophisticated, but true. I miss sharing gossip with my friends, I miss lecturing them, I miss the birthdays I celebrated there, I miss the fun we had in the library; trying our best not to be loud and failing miserably. I miss the simplicity of the place and the homeliness of it. I miss so much of everything.
Some people will call me foolish and silly after reading this; for liking a place they label ‘dull and desolate’, but I am more than certain that when they leave, they shall feel the same, maybe a little less or more, nonetheless missing the place. Their Alma Mater.