Being in the Melaka Manipal twinning program, I only get to spend 2 and a half years here in Manipal - Of which, at the end of every semester, I run back home. Right now, I'm on vacation after completing my 3rd sem, so when I get back to Manipal, I'd be breaking my neck for my University Examination. Two years ago, Manipal was just an option. Now, it is THE choice of my life.
It's difficult to express one's passion towards the place to people who have not tasted the bittersweet air of Manipal. But no harm trying , rite ? =P
I arrived at Manipal on a wet wet day of the month of September. As I am typing this post, I'm looking for that which I wrote then on my blog. Moving on, checking into the Hostels wasn't as comforting as one would think. It had seemed all so lifeless - and sad. The total opposite of what it was when we left 6 months later.The sights and sounds of Manipal was somewhat a sort of fascination with the honking of the autos, the road-side stalls, the cowss ( I'm being a little jakun but in Malaysia, we only hear of cows. Its rare to actually see one. Here, the cows are a big part of our everyday life) It probably wasn't a love at first sight kind of scene, but it was a love that lasts.
Over the next one year, we discovered many outlets to hang out, most of them via words of wisdom passed down from batch to batch. I may be somewhat a little blunt in stereotyping but I dare say you're not a true Manipalite unless
- You have eaten at fish max and developed an unexplained need to make it a weekly routine to munch on the crispy cuttlefish
- you do not remember what your Saturday night was
- You'd fight with the auto guys for 5 rupees
- you have been treated with cephalosporins