Our days
together in college fortified with ceaseless fun, constant teasing, uncountable
tiffs, ever growing love and a precious bond were all going to switch into
something new, and that something was going to turn into a monotony soon. This
dreadful feeling was strong and unwavering within each one of us on that day.
That day
when we all felt that "today was the worst day in college".
The last day in college when all the other batch mates were missing each other, saying their good byes, we all sat in class listening to our dear HOD sir, occasionally pestering him in between to stop the lesson , but again patiently day dreaming ,reminded of the fact that this was going to be our last class together. At last the much awaited "12.30" came, sir bade his goodbyes and left.
Deep within, hidden behind outward smiles and laughter, we all thought about how every single facet of our days together had been, what made it special, how much we have changed over the years, how we had been enormously humbled in the presence of faculty, valuable lessons learned and what not...
Before we could reveal our emotions, share it with friends or tell someone that we would really miss them, pressurized by the higher authorities, we were ordered to leave the campus before the lunch break. The firmly issued order was so painful that it agitated even the "mute" amongst us. After sincere and persuasive effort from our own friends by meeting our thoughtful HOD sir, at last we got the extended time up to "2.30" .That issue had worsened the mood of most of us.
A dull silence enveloped our classroom, a silence that would make any person wonder whether there is a teacher inside.
Amidst all this, we started penning down our feelings and thoughts in each and every one of our friends’ salwars, shirts in every tiny inch of space that we cud spot in their dresses. While Alok's last few words topped with each one of our autographs covered the black board, it felt so odd, that we spent years here in this classroom and it just felt like yesterday. Mixed emotions of excitement, fear and happiness of entering into this very same crowd 4 years back all seemed so vivid. And now when everything seemed so settled it was time to leave. Many good and bad memories, Good outweighing bad all seemed so perceptible, so clear, so very apparent. We took photos together, shared whatever little food each one of us had with our friends and sat wondering in silence
We wondered 'why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together'. Holding back the tears gushing out for the fear of someone watching, there was a sort of quietness you feel as if nothing worse is ever going to happen.
Time flew by. Soon it was time to leave the classroom. It hurt to say that word "bye". As each one of us left one by one, we felt as if friends were driving away from us and slowly receding till all we could see were tiny specs dispersing.
The last day in college when all the other batch mates were missing each other, saying their good byes, we all sat in class listening to our dear HOD sir, occasionally pestering him in between to stop the lesson , but again patiently day dreaming ,reminded of the fact that this was going to be our last class together. At last the much awaited "12.30" came, sir bade his goodbyes and left.
Deep within, hidden behind outward smiles and laughter, we all thought about how every single facet of our days together had been, what made it special, how much we have changed over the years, how we had been enormously humbled in the presence of faculty, valuable lessons learned and what not...
Before we could reveal our emotions, share it with friends or tell someone that we would really miss them, pressurized by the higher authorities, we were ordered to leave the campus before the lunch break. The firmly issued order was so painful that it agitated even the "mute" amongst us. After sincere and persuasive effort from our own friends by meeting our thoughtful HOD sir, at last we got the extended time up to "2.30" .That issue had worsened the mood of most of us.
A dull silence enveloped our classroom, a silence that would make any person wonder whether there is a teacher inside.
Amidst all this, we started penning down our feelings and thoughts in each and every one of our friends’ salwars, shirts in every tiny inch of space that we cud spot in their dresses. While Alok's last few words topped with each one of our autographs covered the black board, it felt so odd, that we spent years here in this classroom and it just felt like yesterday. Mixed emotions of excitement, fear and happiness of entering into this very same crowd 4 years back all seemed so vivid. And now when everything seemed so settled it was time to leave. Many good and bad memories, Good outweighing bad all seemed so perceptible, so clear, so very apparent. We took photos together, shared whatever little food each one of us had with our friends and sat wondering in silence
We wondered 'why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together'. Holding back the tears gushing out for the fear of someone watching, there was a sort of quietness you feel as if nothing worse is ever going to happen.
Time flew by. Soon it was time to leave the classroom. It hurt to say that word "bye". As each one of us left one by one, we felt as if friends were driving away from us and slowly receding till all we could see were tiny specs dispersing.
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