Tough to bid adieu

Yesterday , my exams for final semester got over…I guess it was not all that tuff to bid adieu…closing a chapter which occupied 4 years of life is not supposed to be easy..but it wasn’t all that difficult for me..becoz Getting emotionally attached to people? That‘s one area where yours truly is incredibly slow, and I must add consciously or cautiously so. Despite all this theory looking good on paper I realized that it was just my THEORY indeed. Here’s why…

If my college wasn’t of course synonymous to “Paradise on Earth” then it wasn’t even a “Road to Hell”. I can vouch for the fact that I had lot of fun during my short stint here. ( I said “short stint” coz I m not among those regular visitors who r die hard faculty followers n who attends all the lectures religiously…although I was far better than many others) So despite spending this so called “short stint” at my favorite “Hang Out” alias “MAIET” alias “My College” I realized that I had indeed grown quite attached to my pals . I guess it has something to do with the crowd mix-most of the yuppies were quite fun to be with. This was the junta that helped me wade through the bheja fry sessions which were:

(1) Times when I would be so lost in the class that I could easily mistake a lecture for a lullaby n lull myself to sleep
(2) Times when I was furiously nodding in the agreement with what the faculty was saying ..blissfully ignorant of whatever it was that he was saying.
(3) Times when the midterms tests were synonymous to group discussions.
(4) Times when we would sneak out to our college library…hate it for being called as library ( it was more like a conference hall ) n still spend enuf time there or may be on staircase to steal some sidey glances at cute n b’ful people ( read … cute n b’ful girls…coz ogling at girls had been the favorite past time of my male batch mates n this had been the only motivation behind their coming to college.)
(5) Times when our interaction with teachers happened only after the timetable for next test was displayed on notice board….that’s of course to negotiate for the syllabus or better.. to gauge out the whole paper out of the horse’s mouth.
(6) Times when we were doing rounds n rounds around the mansarover for photocopies, print out, internet, spiral binding and what not. I guess those shopping stops are definitely going to miss their most faithful n frequent customers.
(7) Times when we were cramming at last minute before examination.. stuffing our mind with all the gibberish seema , patwari or pramodji were releasing …n then scrapping as many papers as we can with everything we knew under the sun so that we could end up bragging about the number of supplementary sheets used.
(8) Times when the only tuff job for the whole sem was…to scribble our practical files with lot of crap ( although job was easy enuf to be done even with our eyes closed)
(9) Times when our concentration during the lecture was focused only towards the end of it when we would be allowed to go to taps for water…I wonder why we were so thirsty all the time ..be it winter summer or rains.?
(10) Times when our visiting hours to lecture were constrained only from 12 to 1 at noon( for all those unaware this was our lunch break) and lunch break was earmarked for physical fights over Tiffin ( seema’s trademarked “aachaar”, vishal eternal “aalloo ka parandha” )to see who gets what??

Oh I could go on and on and on…….This very same junta has not only helped me fight my mighty war but also given me great memories.
Shall miss them all big time…n miss all the fun we had…at aunty shop….at juice corners …at movie halls… at b’day parties...at every small nooks n corners celebrating the achievements by the bunch of our great toppers…playing most kiddish of games at ankita’s or.cheenu’s room. (its so nice to be kids that we once were, all over again.) ..Laughing our hearts out….posing weird poses for ashish’s high tech cam cum mobile….cooling off over icecream..Spicing up with patties....Reading SMS…singing songs non stop….pulling legs ....dropping tears…calling names (read calling funny names)…oh here also I could go on n on n on..
But every beginning has its end …so be it. I hope they all remember to spam my mail box….n send pigeons to send their mails ( they bettr ‘ ve lodsa em)
Loaadddddsssssaaaaa luv n
Full of nostalgia
shivani