This is my last blog before I leave Indian School of Mine, the place that transformed a school boy into an engineer. Leaving friends is painful.... so its bit senti... hope readers will bear with me...
Tonight I walk past the same tall and imposing gates of ISM for the last time which I entered four years ago with dreams in eyes… but the eyes this time are wet, not with tears to fulfillment of dreams but that of the pain of leaving my friends with whom I shared the best moments of life…
I will miss the days which were spent in dreams and those happening nights full of joy and mirth when you all were around…
I will miss the 5am tea at RD, 2am dinners at station… late night shows at Fame and the long walk back, not because the tea of extra-ordinary or the movie was a super-hit… but because you all were around. The warmth your hearts made the cold food at station the best delicacy and a boring movie more enjoyable than anything u can ask for.
I will never forgot you all for I am taking back with me the biggest treasure… the memories of you all.
I thank God for being lucky to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
3 comments:
I guess life is like that... but know this..ISM will never be same for me without you. Trust me.. staying back, watching you all leave is harder.
As DD said, life at ISM will not be the same without you... it just does not seem right to think I'll go back to college next year and find an empty space where some of my best friends and I shared some of the most cherished moments of our lives...
DD and I and the rest of the panch varshiya yojna wale are really going to miss you guys...
Generally, whenever I go back in my past, I don't find anyone other than myself wasting time alone - thinking. As far as I can remember I have been thinking since childhood days. I used to think about the letters I will write to chithi-chithi (the favorite summer break DD show), or the way I will answer the Betal of Vikram-Betal or the way I will one day become a great cricketer and give interviews. While reading this piece though, I sense how much keeps happening around when life passes by. Some live with friends, some live alone, but none can escape the thoughts of the past and feel I could have done some thing more to fill that minute with sixty seconds worth a distance run. I feel it was a wonderful experience to be there, as that too at a juncture when the old ISM culture was changing and a new one was emerging among the students. We spent out formative years at growing with seniors who knew each others names and places and ended up becoming seniors to those who did not know the names of their floor-mates on hostels. We were lucky to see Kartavya working in such a nice way and even work there. I sense a hollow though after going through the words again and again. I feel life is like this only. No matter how much we say or write or listen, this play - this drama - this stage will become bare one day. Me, though a self involved, always thoughtfully silent observer, feels the pain of having come here and still not felt like getting involved too much, as I always knew it hurts. Well, it hurts anyways I guess.
Nicely written. Keep writing.
-ckh
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