I still remember the day when I first stepped into the college as a freshman... The day I first attended the class... The day the seniors got hold of me... The day I first attended my “personality development program”... The day when I met my first friend... The day I was first questioned for not being attentive in the class… The day I first jumped over the college wall... The day I first bunked my class… The day I had the first cup of coffee from the college canteen… The day I got scolding from the professor for not doing my assignment... The day I scored the highest in an internal exam for the first (& also the last) time… The day I got the smile and look from the one I loved… The days I spent dreaming about my love… The day I sat in the exam hall without knowing a single word of what to write... The day when I got my first results…
The day I suddenly became a sophomore… The day when I got a great gang of friends… The day I first attended the labs… The day I was thrown out of the class…The days we had fun with the professors… The days we first worked for Inspire… The nights we spent putting up posters publicizing Inspire… The day I was caught sleeping in the class … The day I got birthday bumps for the 1st time… The day we fought with the teachers for marks… The day we bid farewell to our most respected and loved teacher… The days we spent chatting and chatting… The day I heard that the one I loved, was getting engaged to someone else… The sleepless nights I spent thinking about my fate… The nights I spent crying over someone whom I had lost forever…
The day I attended my 1st class as a junior… The days we spent sleeping and the nights chatting… The days we ruled the last benches… The day we learnt that being on the other side of the class (read, being a teacher) was really tough… The day I started enjoying lectures for the 1st time… The day I started admiring our faculty for the sole reason of their sheer dedication and knowledge… The days we became really close to our professors… The day we celebrated our professor’s birthday in the class with so much fanfare and joy… The day when one of our faculty took her last class with us… The days we bunked classes stating some reason and the teacher simply gave a smile… The nights I spent coding for the minor project… The day I got a job…
And here I am now… Finally a senior… Just one more semester to go… Or rather, just one more semester of fun and enjoyment… Soon I will be enjoying my last Inspire… Soon I will be playing my last match in the college… Soon I will be taking my last photographs with friends… Soon I will be missing all my loving teachers… Soon I will be filling friends’ slam books… Soon I will be appearing for my last exams… Soon I will be walking down the corridors of the college for the very last time…
Just the thought of all these, bring tears to my eyes… Soon everything is going to be over… It seems just like yesterday, that I joined the college… Everything seems to be moving at lightning speed now… No matter what I say or do, I can never really return the favors I got from my teachers, friends and everyone who has touched my heart…
These really are the best dayz of my life…
4 comments:
Great piece or work, Rohan.
You made my heart go several tiny memories of the college days and honestly saying my heart is so overwhelmingly looking forward to come back to college campus once again to see those landscapes remaining at least coz everyone knows nothing else will come back.
Man! You wrote quite elegantly.
Why are you not writing anymore?
want to say the same thing as pg said...y r u not writing any more????god that was really nice..a very simply yet too touchin write up..u just dnt know wat to do...it reminds u of al the things that u did durin ur study days..u had so much fun i guess..n now that u have passed out i can imagine how much u mite miss them..
do keep on writing..u have the talent guy..n we r waitin forward to read more stuff so u better write....
This is awesome..... I was just imagining each and every day which you wrote in the blog... and still the memories are fresh... but the irony is these are just memories...
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