Sunday, May 8, 2011

And Finally....


I have always found late nights to be pretty creative. Pretty thoughtful. And here I am, on yet another poorly lit night, struggling between reality and sentiments….
 Just 3 more days of college remain…. At one point of time it was 3 years. Then 3 months. And now 3 days. I would be lying if I say am not scared. I am. Scared not of the fact that soon I have to face the world and all.  I don’t give a damn to that aspect. But scared of the fact that, something which had become so valuable to me, would be ending soon…
College life hadn’t just been a phase of my life… It had been THE phase. It had taught me a million things I wudnt have learnt otherwise. Where else would you learn to write with one hand and text with the other!!
Then there’s the best part of college life- hostel. Somewhere, sometime, someone smart forgot to say – The real fun of college is not only what you do in college, but the life you live in hostel. With all due respect to the day scholars, in my opinion, if you are studying in a college, you gotta live in hostel. For the day scholars, college life is valid for 6-8 hours a day. For hostellers its 23 hours and 50 minutes a day. The rest is the time you spend talking to your parents over the phone, over the sound of the blaring speakers, trying to convince them that you are in fact studying and the music in the background is just someone’s phone ringing….
 All lies said in those 10 minutes aren’t lies. They are just the facts, twisted  beyond its limits…
Boy have I changed in the past four years!! And no, I don’t mean that with respect to my well partitioned hairstyle being changed to the present spike! The changes are much worse!! :D
It all started on 22nd September 2007 when I actually came to the college to get admission. The usual paper works, transferring of Green Gandhiji here and there, and voila! I was officially an engineering student.
Then a few days later came the 25th. That’s when all of us came to know where our classes would be and saw our classmates for the first time. An uneventful day except being trying to be nice to everyone. That  night was our first night in hostel. And what a night it turned out to be… The room looked like it had been home to Tipu Sulthan and the bathrooms looked as if the Jew Holocausts had been carried out there!
The morning of our first class, the 26th, everyone woke up early. It was a matter of pride after all. Why? Obviously everyone wanted to get ready early and show everyone else they were the good guys (This attitude lasted no more than a week). And then we were off to college, moving in a pack, so as not to be isolated and massacred by the seniors. Upon reaching the class, everyone was getting acquainted to each other. Everyone, especially to the good looking girls(That’s predictable psychology). And there I was, sitting and gaping at the guy next to me, trying to understand WHICH LANGUAGE ON EARTH was he speaking? (I later came to know it was Kozhikode Malayalam. The slang very different from my home town. And with my limited Malayalam vocabulary, almost impossible to decipher his code).
Slowly and steadily we all got used to the different slangs, different  faces and even the variety in which each one wrote their exam bits!
Time moved on…. 2nd year…. 3rd year…. 5th sem tour… Projects… Finally the final year… But even then we consoled each other – oh come on dude, there’s a whole year ahead.
That was one year back. And now, it’s on the verge of the end. Time seems to have gone so fast that I doubt whether God even did us justice. What had once seemed like four long years, now seems like just a flash memory. When we had all the time in the world, didn’t want to do anything. And now that we have hardly a couple of days left, there are a million ideas in mind. 
Whoever said that all good things come to an end, was right. But I hate that guy for being right!
It’s strange how a bunch of people you never knew before, have now all of a sudden become such an important part of your life. An integral part. Some of them, I pray, stay on with the same importance till the end of life. I hope that’s not too much asking for. Then there might be some, we might never meet after college. To them, I say – Wish we could.
A single place and a number of people have given me so much to think about and cherish throughout my life. Some people helped shape me into a better person. Some taught me to trust, dream and improve. Some taught me to love. But whoever they are and whatever they taught me, what they have done is give a better meaning to my life. And that’s what has happened to everyone….
Everyone came from different parts of the world. Each with an individual dream. And now, when we scatter again, some dreams have been realized. Some have been changed. And some are under construction. But when we leave, we won’t leave alone. We’ll leave with the memories of a beautiful past. Memories that will keep us connected….

6 comments:

  1. Good 1.. N nice pic.. Honestly.d 4 yrs is just a flash of memory..

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  2. seriously.....dont wanna beleive its gonna end....

    though each weekend i came home and repeated the same on all sundays- 'i dont wanna go to college, i hate it' now i realise i never meant tht.....
    realising how i changed n without realising tht this s the first sunday tht i told ma mom 'i wanna go to college for these 3 days n cant cut mon for her' wen she asked me to cut mon.....
    never realised this s the day i always told her im ot nymore gng to college.....

    really hard dto beleive i spend ma life ka valuable 4 years in the college i hated n in midst of the fiends who made wat i am today ...

    never wanna tag it 'THE END' fo sure though i know it myt be in atlest some cases.....
    now wen ma mom told only i realised v r never gonna sit together in our class njyg some boring lectures ....
    always thought v r gonna meet in jjune ryt...so was trying to be not immotional about the parting part....but not in class....that i realised only now....

    the memories tht we created after coming here was ctually OUR WORLD once.....never want to face tht tranisition of our LIFE to MEMORIES....

    this is our life...hoping to god with whole heart let every1 stay connected .......

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  3. vijay.........no words to say......bt still.......

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  4. Dunno wat 2 say..wish i cud say "math jao" n u guys wud stay...

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  5. i dont want this to end......but we all must move on.....best wishes to all my dear fiends.....

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  6. karthika warrierMay 19, 2011 at 9:42 PM

    like :)

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