How do you tell good bye to something that has been steadily growing closer and closer to your heart that one day it just seems that you could actually be defined by it.
Yes its time for that last chapter again, the chapter that closes a part of your life so that a new book can start; the chapter to list down all that you ll miss about this book; the chapter which gives you chance to say that last sorry; the chapter which makes you realize how good this book has been.
College life is the one thing everybody can attest to as the best years of their life. It might be because you get to know who you really are, make friends for life, learn the true meaning and awesome power of jugaad, come to form strong opinions of things around you, alternatively open up to new possibilities. Fours years in NITK has taught me one thing for sure; that I need to redefine the craziness scale to include the new heights that can be reached. That “crazy” does not necessarily mean conked in the head though that forms a rather large part of the definition. It means that mostly people around you are up for anything. It means that there’s always someone to catch you in case you get messed up along the way. It means people will care about you regardless of what you want to be.
If I had to list down all that I might miss about my life in college, the list would probably go on and on and on and on. and that list would probably contain even the sometimes inedible mess food, hey it made us appreciate good food., the long power-cuts, it taught us that electricity is precious, the never relenting sunshine, it gave us a hide to weather even the worst climatic conditions, the jostling bus rides, our very own roller-coaster to order for just a few bucks., the queues at the bathrooms, taught us patience., yes these will definitely be missed and I haven’t even started on the good stuff yet. the feeling of belongingness that you get., the teachers who actually teach maybe not the subjects but far more important life lessons., the people who provided comic relief when you most needed it., the endless parties everyday be it the crazy dancing around or the quite musical marathons., the huge budget techno-social symposiums which taught you responsibility., the seniors who were more like friends than mentors., the juniors who were more like friends than chelas., the hundreds of people who have a smile for you regardless of the fact that you don’t know them well., running like crazy so that you don’t get kicked out of this safe gilded cage., the myriads of colors in the sky that convince you that there IS really something called heaven right here within your grasp.
They say that language is a pretty powerful tool. But even words fail to convey what each one of us is going through when we have to at last sit down and write that last chapter.
“… as she packed her bags for the very last time. They were waiting for her outside but she couldn’t move from the spot. The very spot where she had made her home for so many years now. The very spot that had provided her solace when she direly needed it. The very spot where she learned new games, argued her way through baseless discussions, learnt and reaffirmed her views. She took one last look at those walls with their cobwebs as if they were already absorbing her memories and making them their own merging them with memories of those who had written on them before her. They called to her again and this time she turned away, away from her yester-life. As the door closed, she took one last deep breath and finally accepted that it would be hard to forget. She picked up her bags and took the same path she had for the very last time. Her mind focused for the very first time in a long time as she tried to absorb all that was dear to her. She looked at each and everything for once glad that her eidetic memory would never let her forget. She felt lost, as lost as when she had first stepped into that new world four years ago. She felt apprehensive leaving her safe haven. She started remembering all of those who had made impressions that would forever influence her. She remembered those places which had calmed her more number of times than she could count. She remembered those incidents that would forever leave her with a happy feeling. Her mind replayed her college life like a fast paced movie, she relived 4 years in a matter of minutes. As her car sped away, she finally smiled.”
Royal MECHIE NITKian
