Friday, May 27, 2011

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

04:29 PM - 11th May 2011

09:15 AM
Walk down the same old familiar path I have been walking through for the past 4 years, towards college. Am supposed to feel odd. Feel different. But nothing. Two of my friends beside me share what’s there in their heart. Wish I could do the same… Only problem is that even I don’t know how am feeling….

09:30 AM
Reach my class to find it filled with lots of balloons and lots of bubbly hearted people. Everyone has already started writing and scribbling down their thoughts and words on each other’s shirts. Looks good. I decide to join the fun. Take out my latest idea in the book- a brush and four bottles of poster paint. Its time….

09:45 AM
My camera somewhere else, am busy painting out my “symbolic Vj” on everyone… Start off with my first bottle of yellow. By the time the bottle is finished, I’ve hardly made my mark everywhere… Looks like the perfect time to bring out Bottle two!

11:00 AM
This looks good… Everyone’s shirt is filled with different forms of graffiti art… But who cares. Its not exactly that we’ll be needing those shirts for a better use. THIS IS the best use we ever made out of it!! And I see everyone having a bright yellow Vj on their heart… That too looks promising. Atleast I made my mark where I really wanted to…

12:00 PM
With everyone inching into the littlest of little space they could find, all of us sit and watch the class video. A trailer of how the 4 year long movie went on without any commercials, with a full house all the time…

12:30 PM
The TCS placed people treat us with their Chicken Biriyani lunch. Probably the last time we all would be having a lunch together (unless the department is kind enough to give us a farewell. But well I guess thats too much imagination on my part!)

01:30 PM
The “yellow Vj” is being coated with an in-design of red. A few of the people are busy with retests and filling out the condonation forms. As for the rest of them, its time for more and more graffiti art.

02:30 PM
Though the day was filled with on-spot photo sessions, the official photo session and get together begins. All of us sit around, singing off, talking crap, shouting….. Feels good to see everyone enjoying together. Lots of nonsense talk, lots of comments… But who minds? Because somewhere, someplace deep inside everyone’s mind, everyone knows this is the last time we’ll be doing this together….

04:00 PM
Almost everyone has looked at their watch atleast a dozen times in the past half an hour. Nothing different as compared to what we have been doing for the past 4 years. The action is the same. Intent – different. Before we used to stare at the watch, wishing it would move faster. Wishing time would be kind enough to increase its speed. But today, it’s a different story altogether. Everyone’s wishing that not just the watch, but the whole calendar would rewind. Cursing the second hand for its speed. Blaming the minute hand for helping the hour hand move forward….

04:29 PM
I stare at my watch. Not sure about what I should do. Not sure whether stopping my watch would help me stop time altogether. The events of the day form clouds in my mind. The memories of last four years are clear, yet fade away deeper…. I watch my friends sitting and singing. Having fun. Close my eyes to try and focus on the laughter and cheer I have been hearing a lot for the past couple of hours. Feel like imprinting that moment and the sounds into my mind forever. Feel scared opening my eyes again. Scared of the fact that when I open them next, it might all be over. It might just become a memory like all that has happened so far. A memory, as exactly how the first day of college felt. A memory, of all the times I laughed with my friends. A memory, of all the things that fill my mind with more memories…
Amidst those thoughts, amidst those moments, I don’t even hear the sound of the bell ringing… All I hear is the sound of friendship. With the laughter and smiles increasing around me, I feel a drop rolling down my cheeks…. Still scared to open my eyes again….

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….