Graduating years passes the fastest in one’s life. Every year seems to be at race against each other, trying to expedite the edification process. It’s more like the end of one chapter and the beginning of one. There are times when I look back on my college years and wonder where the time flew. I sit back and reflect on the days, of things done and undone.. and ponder why certain things did not happen… things that could be easily accomplished, easily carried out.
College for me like every other young adult meant to have a series of head turning experiences, finding new ways of bunking classes, sometimes fine-tuning the age old processes of bunking, sometimes discarding the creaky theories of proxy and giving a pump to the new age adrenalin (often succeeding).
Sitting in the canteen beyond class hours, strumming a new note on the guitar, humming the latest melody, debating over last night’s cricket match, sipping on the nth cup of tea, cursing everyone for getting up early to attend yoga class, college does all these to us, but in style.
In the process we meet friends, friends of friends and the chain grows. Friends become the most essential part of our graduating lives. They become so easy to relate to, easy effortless friendships. Sharing joys, sharing griefs, sharing dreams, sharing toilets –gist, sharing every bit of one’s own self. The yester years with friends, I bet one of the best parts of human life: exchanging hugs, dutching at joints, making each penny count, brooding over rumors and envisaging the outcome, but again in style.
The golden graduating years where almost everything mattered. Life was more of a life- laughing our a** out in every possible occasion, imitating faculties and fellow mates, nibbling the pastry when my friend is not looking, sharing portions of food, wishing for a planned-surprise birthday cake at midnight, sharing deep dark thoughts, feeling jealous of her new sandal, persuading friends to have non-veg for dinner at the same time feeling triumphant on this little victory. The late night Maggi-s wouldn’t have tasted that great if it wouldn’t be made with the left over vegetables and spices, especially oregano and chili flakes (stolen from the nearest Pizza place).
My friends were always the best of the kind; helping me to dream big, studying together almost like group discussions, selflessly helping at the exam centre, helping in last minute report submission and presentations, helping to choose the best dress. Friends always gave me the Last boost, the Last push, encouraged at possible juncture (still do by reading my blog) may be more than what I deserve. Before we went our separate ways, we tried to spend the whole time together, we knew it was our last chance.
Together, together, together everyone
Everyone is special in their own way
We make each other strong
We’re not the same
We’re different in a good way
Together’s where we belong
I was waiting for the final verdict. I was anxious to conquer the corporate world, the fame and the fortune and more! It was so hard on the final day, when I had to bid goodbye to the best of the breed. I did it with a lump in my throat. A friend like you always makes it easy through every up, through every down. No matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart (You know that’s true).
“The emptiness is so familiar
Each good bye the same old song
Start protecting my heart and soul
Cause I don’t think I’ll survive
A goodbye again, not again”
I miss the ooo-s, the aahh-ss, the whoa-s and the high fives… I miss my college, I miss my friends – I miss my Life!
(Note: This post is dedicated to my friends and I guess I don’t have to name them, they know who they are.)