It was 3 am, we were on the way to NIT in a taxi, when suddenly the driver asked, "konsa year hai ji aapka", and my reply was, "final year badka ji", "to fir agle saal poora hoga aapka college".
After one year, same time, while coming back from Chandigarh, driver asked the same question with same year old answer, but this time it was different. We were no longer in our final year. ' Humari to B.tech khatam ho chuki thi'.
The days are numbered. The moments are limited. And I wanted to re-live those 4 years in these last few days, keenly observing each and every activity of my Alma-mater. The things we make fun of, the things we never spoke to each other, the discussions we indulged in, the fights we had, the last night fights and how exams always surprised us.
Looking at the things, deciding which one to take, and which one to leave, one thing which strikes me is that I am leaving this forever. Those nights till 3 am, those 10 am mornings, those missed breakfasts, first lecture attendance, back bench sleeping, teacher pointing you sleeping, getting kicked out of class, that lunch, those labs where only experiment was gossip, that evening stroll around NIT, evening FB time, dinner, late night Net surfing, gpl, post placement 'welcome', common room timepass, all that 'saada', those fests. An etc is just not enough to cover it all.
Walking past the green mile of my college life, I may be able to hold my tears, but my heart will always feel the pain inside, and as the time will pass, the essence of pain will die out, but the very source will still be there. Tomorrow is 31st May( World no Tobacco day), but I shall remember it as the day of partition. When all our ways shall be parted, and we will set forth new targets and will start a new journey towards their fulfillment.
It is the cycle of life, and life is all about change. No doubt, some changes are more painful, but at the end we are more pleased to have experienced every taste of it.
After one year, same time, while coming back from Chandigarh, driver asked the same question with same year old answer, but this time it was different. We were no longer in our final year. ' Humari to B.tech khatam ho chuki thi'.
The days are numbered. The moments are limited. And I wanted to re-live those 4 years in these last few days, keenly observing each and every activity of my Alma-mater. The things we make fun of, the things we never spoke to each other, the discussions we indulged in, the fights we had, the last night fights and how exams always surprised us.
Looking at the things, deciding which one to take, and which one to leave, one thing which strikes me is that I am leaving this forever. Those nights till 3 am, those 10 am mornings, those missed breakfasts, first lecture attendance, back bench sleeping, teacher pointing you sleeping, getting kicked out of class, that lunch, those labs where only experiment was gossip, that evening stroll around NIT, evening FB time, dinner, late night Net surfing, gpl, post placement 'welcome', common room timepass, all that 'saada', those fests. An etc is just not enough to cover it all.
Walking past the green mile of my college life, I may be able to hold my tears, but my heart will always feel the pain inside, and as the time will pass, the essence of pain will die out, but the very source will still be there. Tomorrow is 31st May( World no Tobacco day), but I shall remember it as the day of partition. When all our ways shall be parted, and we will set forth new targets and will start a new journey towards their fulfillment.
It is the cycle of life, and life is all about change. No doubt, some changes are more painful, but at the end we are more pleased to have experienced every taste of it.
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