First of all, I know the title is a little cheesy, and if someone actually finds it cool or nice, I suggest please start reading some good stuff also. So, this one is dedicated to 2009EAL batch of S.A.L.D, I won’t use the name “creative creators” because well, I just despise it (I still don’t know who coined this term so it’s not a personal attack). I am not writing this article to expostulate, despise or praise anything or anyone; it’s just about my last days of college and as the title suggests “a late goodbye” to my batch mates.
I was just entering the amphitheatre of S.A.L.D when I suddenly heard my name called up from the stage area, they wanted me to share my thoughts about my batch and department on the occasion of farewell and when I went there, I had a strong desire to write something, I didn’t say anything at all but actually wanted to dive into myself, visit every nook and corner of my memory to gather up all the noteworthy moments of five years and scribble it down. But if I revisited the whole five years, I would have to write a whole novel, so I am trying to confine myself to just parting days of our college life.
Honestly, I never thought there would be so much teary faces on our farewell. The cry-fest was initiated by Megha which went viral like a Sunny Leone video; I think almost half of our class was sobbing during the party only. But Sunaina & Taha could have been awarded for it as they literally dehydrated themselves from crying. It was the first time I realised that my batch mates have formed some pretty tight bonds, atleast it appeared so. Apart from the bad microphones, party was quite nice, everybody was all dressed up and shimmering and it was all fun and as expected within 24 hours facebook was flooded with photographs and captions. The surprising thing was the number of poets in our batch, many added quite heartening poems as caption. I saw many of my batchmates disheartened and low on energy after farewell, but then a few days passed and THESIS final jury date was around and Ar. Ashish Gupta’s memories from last semester were still fresh, so everybody stifled their emotions and glued themselves to their laptop screens. I myself have never worked this much for any submission and was quite satisfied, but each one of my classmates was working so much they were all giving me complex, except Jimmy, he was giving me hope. But then, in last few days he gathered all his energies and destroyed my only hope. I was sure if anybody will fail this thesis it would be me. But as always Megha Razdan was there for my support, like a strong column supports a sagging slab (just being pretentious), plus Bacil took some pressure off of me, (after a lot of nagging and praying of course). On the final jury day, some of my batchmates made me feel proud of my work, I am still not sure whether I’ll pass or not, but now I know that I’ll not be alone. By the way Ashish Gupta was a huge disappointment. Not even a single student cried after jury, what sort of thesis jury was that?
Now the time was here, the time for which I used to wait in my initial college days, the time I almost forgot will ever come during those serene, sometimes trippy days with my friends, the time which for the first time I felt has arrived when Sadaf left the hostel, because he was not coming back, and we won’t be together as a group in that campus again. The time to say goodbye to undoubtedly five most precious years of my life. If not for anything else, these five years were special because they got me closer to myself, I really started enjoying my company and liking myself. This time taught me to love the ambiguity of life and relationships and I know I will cherish it forever.
And all the thirty eight 2009EALians (including Reema, Vivhor, Sachin and Navy) you people, in one way or the other have helped me understand and appreciate life, and I thank you all for that. I don’t think I will miss each and everyone but I surely will remember you all and this memory is a sweet one. But the memories which will haunt me but in a relishing way are the memories of some special bonds. Closeness with Jimmy, like-mindedness with Sadaf, understanding with Bedi, mutual respect with Vikram, philosophical solace with Taha and a special connect with Akash and Deepankar, and a special bond with Megha for which honestly I don’t have any words to play with, I will miss it all and will do it all over again for these people, or the fair way to say it would be for my own joy to experience it all over again. With you guys, it would be worth it.
I was just entering the amphitheatre of S.A.L.D when I suddenly heard my name called up from the stage area, they wanted me to share my thoughts about my batch and department on the occasion of farewell and when I went there, I had a strong desire to write something, I didn’t say anything at all but actually wanted to dive into myself, visit every nook and corner of my memory to gather up all the noteworthy moments of five years and scribble it down. But if I revisited the whole five years, I would have to write a whole novel, so I am trying to confine myself to just parting days of our college life.
Honestly, I never thought there would be so much teary faces on our farewell. The cry-fest was initiated by Megha which went viral like a Sunny Leone video; I think almost half of our class was sobbing during the party only. But Sunaina & Taha could have been awarded for it as they literally dehydrated themselves from crying. It was the first time I realised that my batch mates have formed some pretty tight bonds, atleast it appeared so. Apart from the bad microphones, party was quite nice, everybody was all dressed up and shimmering and it was all fun and as expected within 24 hours facebook was flooded with photographs and captions. The surprising thing was the number of poets in our batch, many added quite heartening poems as caption. I saw many of my batchmates disheartened and low on energy after farewell, but then a few days passed and THESIS final jury date was around and Ar. Ashish Gupta’s memories from last semester were still fresh, so everybody stifled their emotions and glued themselves to their laptop screens. I myself have never worked this much for any submission and was quite satisfied, but each one of my classmates was working so much they were all giving me complex, except Jimmy, he was giving me hope. But then, in last few days he gathered all his energies and destroyed my only hope. I was sure if anybody will fail this thesis it would be me. But as always Megha Razdan was there for my support, like a strong column supports a sagging slab (just being pretentious), plus Bacil took some pressure off of me, (after a lot of nagging and praying of course). On the final jury day, some of my batchmates made me feel proud of my work, I am still not sure whether I’ll pass or not, but now I know that I’ll not be alone. By the way Ashish Gupta was a huge disappointment. Not even a single student cried after jury, what sort of thesis jury was that?
Now the time was here, the time for which I used to wait in my initial college days, the time I almost forgot will ever come during those serene, sometimes trippy days with my friends, the time which for the first time I felt has arrived when Sadaf left the hostel, because he was not coming back, and we won’t be together as a group in that campus again. The time to say goodbye to undoubtedly five most precious years of my life. If not for anything else, these five years were special because they got me closer to myself, I really started enjoying my company and liking myself. This time taught me to love the ambiguity of life and relationships and I know I will cherish it forever.
And all the thirty eight 2009EALians (including Reema, Vivhor, Sachin and Navy) you people, in one way or the other have helped me understand and appreciate life, and I thank you all for that. I don’t think I will miss each and everyone but I surely will remember you all and this memory is a sweet one. But the memories which will haunt me but in a relishing way are the memories of some special bonds. Closeness with Jimmy, like-mindedness with Sadaf, understanding with Bedi, mutual respect with Vikram, philosophical solace with Taha and a special connect with Akash and Deepankar, and a special bond with Megha for which honestly I don’t have any words to play with, I will miss it all and will do it all over again for these people, or the fair way to say it would be for my own joy to experience it all over again. With you guys, it would be worth it.
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