Was trying to look up the old Corrs song at lunch with Georgia and Google gave us this instead. 
Such relevant questions.

Was trying to look up the old Corrs song at lunch with Georgia and Google gave us this instead.
Such relevant questions.

Uncensored.

An hour ago, I got stopped by a “HELLO” on the street as I was walking to the library after core seminar and lunch with Megan. It was Reuben and he’d been having coffee with a third year student (another really cool guy who did Worlds of the British Empire in his first year) and he’d seen me from out the window and run out of Pret (I know, Reuben at Pret) to invite me in. The first thing he did was thank me for my e-mail over the summer and even though he didn’t reply, it’s nice knowing that that was his first thought on seeing me because yes, gratitude does make a big fat huge difference. 

So, I sat and chatted with the two of them for close to an hour. About the Empire module, my modules this year, history modules in general, the magazine, dissertations, private school stereotypes, Scotland, FemSoc, feminism, Pride, weird racist homophobes, folk music nights, the Supreme Court debate, political bullies, France and Algeria and forced kayaking.

Reuben asked me if coming to university has changed my political beliefs and shaped how angry and opinionated I appear to be. 

It was an interesting question because honestly, I’m still not entirely sure what my political beliefs really are. 

Instead I said that uni has given me freedom. Access to wonderful, intelligent people and societies and resources. Freedom from judgement and a society of adults dictating norms. I don’t think the things I think or believe have changed too dramatically, but they aren’t scared anymore. Reuben has seen so much of my anger, my postcolonial anger, my feminist anger and he’s noticed.

I am glad. I am proud of my anger and I am proud of arguing to defend myself. I am not ashamed of how much I used to swear in his class or that I was the most impassioned one. 

I like my uncensored self and I am glad to have found the sort of crowd that likes me for it. 

I hope this doesn’t change as I get further into the year and have more reading and essays and stress, but I love my course. I really, really love it.

I love the opportunity we have to do such a diverse cross section of subjects.

I love my module choices this year and how they all so seamlessly meld together and feed into each other, despite being in different departments.

I love our core module and how abstract it is and how creative we’re allowed to be with it, alongside studying some fascinating theoretical concepts.

Currently, I love Achebe, my professors, having some quant in IPE and the ideas of historical inequality and their present day impact. I am very academically happy at the moment. 

Back to Bedlam.

It’s been two weeks and a day since I landed back in London and the fact that it’s taken me this long to get around to writing a blogposts speaks volumes more about the time than any words I’ll use to describe it.

So, it’s absolute madness at the moment.

List of things that are currently going on-

  • Connaught Freshers and daily events for the next three weeks
  • Liberal Arts freshers and trying to ensure they don’t flounder and die and have enough events and ways to mingle with us
  • Liberal Arts Conference in October, the student panel and participants and topic and chairs and dinner and reimbursements 
  • Sorting my own life out- bank account, course reading, timetables
  • Student Teaching Assistants for Yr. 1 Core Module
  • Writing for MUSE
  • Potential internships
  • Potential conferences
  • PEOPLE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE (trying to be nice and make new friends and somehow keep the old ones as well)

I’m not sure if having this list makes me feel like it’s all more or less manageable, but I’m sure it’ll be fine on Saturday, when I have my own space again. Maybe. Hopefully.

Irrespective of all the stress and all the grumpiness and having to squeeze meals and laundry and having a liveable enough room to see my carpet, into the smallest windows of time, I am happy.

I am glad to be back and have things to do again and feel productive and helpful and maybe next week I’ll even be a diligent motivated student.

Home and Away.

My last post was about the journey back. It’s been a little over eight weeks since then. Of course, not actually being at uni does mean less uni updates, but a couple of things.

• Officially passed first year! I’m not ecstatic, but I did better than I expected and passed the French Oral and aced the written and politics was amazing and history was disappointing, but overall, I seem to have made sense of the system. Which is reassuring.
• Liberal Arts conference in October! Inviting students from other unis to that and working on a roundtable discussion of some sort.
• liberalartsatkcl.tumblr.com is up and running, so if by some stroke of luck we’ve got any of our incoming freshers on tumblr, that should be fun.
• Been doing piecemeal internships which are very much reinforcing the idea of wanting to come back, post-degree, because there’s just so much to do.


But this summer has felt much more like being away, than being home. Maybe it’s been the random travelling or not having enough nothing-to-do time at home or not doing the reading I’d intended to, but consciously and subconsciously, I am very much looking forward to being back. Having dreamt of my new room at Connaught is probably a little much, but uni love exists in extremes.

Can’t wait to be back home.

10AM BST to 12.30PM IST.

That’s 22 hours from one home to the other (arduous waits at immigration and baggage collection included) The journey was uneventful. It was nice to have a whole section of HP films on the first flight and then discover a Ben’s Cookies at DXB.

Handing in my Connaught keys was emotional, but I’ll be back soon.
And arriving to a ballon filled room just had my mind on loop तू चाहे कहीं जाये, तू लौट के आएगी। I will always come back home.

London feels like a parallel universe away. It already feels like I’ve been back home for years or never left at all. It’s almost as if the two lives are so dramatically different that they cannot coexist.
The only proof that my other life even existed is the internet and we have been taught not to trust the internet.
This is going to be an interesting summer.

Well, this is sad. And stressful. And emotional. I’m swinging between really wanting to go home and eat and sleep and relax and write all my backlogged posts and desperately yearning to stay here and wander and explore and discover and be awake for the 4am sunrises.

Well, this is sad. And stressful. And emotional. I’m swinging between really wanting to go home and eat and sleep and relax and write all my backlogged posts and desperately yearning to stay here and wander and explore and discover and be awake for the 4am sunrises.

acciohappiness:

Extremely delayed upload but this was mine and Megha’s (extraordinaryeyes) attempt for the ‘Meet in the Middle’ Art Assignment! Even though she was sick then, Megha came to meet me at the mid point between our two respective dorm/current homes and we then headed to My Old Dutch for some much needed pancakes! 

What a great day that was (: 

Sometime in March.

At Southbank.

Yesterday was the first edition of the Jaipur Literature Festival in London at Southbank Centre.

I left with apprehensions and a caramel frapuccino buzz and came home, close to 12 hours later, with pages and pages of notes, an original 1810 map of India, two small poetry anthologies, a much longer summer reading list and reassurance.

I remember being frustrated in my last year of high school because ‘there’s nothing I know better than Harry Potter.’ I don’t remember if it was on New Year, but I had at some point, resolved to change that. Yesterday, sitting in Dalrymple’s session on The Last Mughal and listening to Priyamvada Gopal argue impassionedly about empire and capitalism, I realised that I was familiar with the ideas and lines of argument. I don’t know anywhere close to as much as I’d like to, but I do know something. In a year of university education, empire has replaced fantasy fiction as ‘my thing’.

Having sessions with Girish Karnad and Mary Beard and so many fantastic writers at once getting together to talk about myth, religion, language and identity was just awesome, in the true sense.

Taking breaks to stroll around Southbank in the glorious sunshine was just as essential to the experience as the discussions. The book market under Waterloo Bridge went perfectly with the feel of the day and I spent an hour there but know I could have spent days. I also had a ‘cactus burrito’ which was an interesting and surprisingly delicious experience. A cone of mint chocolate chip from the ice cream van was the chocolatiest mint I’ve ever had- so drool worthy.

Having professor Khilnani introduce me to William Dalrymple as, “Megha, a student at King’s.” was surreal. I’m increasingly realised that the people I’m enamoured by are academics and intellectuals, rather than being by starstruck by glamour and I’m so glad things have changed in our Bollywood household from 6 years ago.

This is an unstructured, awkwardly written post, but it had to be written.

I spent a day being desi and studenty and booky, by myself, at Southbank. And it was such a good day.