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The End...

I (you too) must have read a couple of articles on college life; 10 points on how things change after college, when you turn 22, how college people are your friends forever blah blah...
While these articles are cool enough  what they fail to capture is the experience itself; the 4 years of loathing that somehow turn into a bitter sweet feeling as the end approaches. And the ironic thing is that, like me, I presume most of us did hate college sometime, somewhere. But there is something amazing about the last semester, you know!
It wasn't too long ago, I tell you.
The news of a cancelled class makes you happy though you know that some weekday there would be an extra class from 5-6. That annoying person who made all your quizzes impossible through constant cries of 'kara dey yaar' doesn't seem to bother you after all. You hangout with people you haven't in the past few months. You click pictures- with everything, everybody & everywhere. That one teacher who saps out all the energy isn't enough to demoralize you, you make sure he isn't missed a single day afterwards ;)
You don't wait for weekends, everyday after 5, you have a to-do-list. People are easy to convince about the bunks and late submissions <not scrapping papers though, alas!> and all those constant complaints, the arguments you had with your class mates, the pranks you pulled, the small study groups, the impromptu birthday celebrations and the misplaced crushes :D
And if you happen to be a hosteler, then there's even more to the list. You are happy in that 3x3 m space, of that hot and humid air, the single bed, table and chair because at the end of the day, that is YOUR space, filled with the things that belong to YOU! How am I to tell, how much in the past week I've missed drawing the curtains of my room in the morning, the moonlit bed at night, fitting my feet in the window grills, carrying breakfast upstairs sleepy-eyed, that wake-up call at 8, carrying bucket for a bath, eating fruits together, salty-sweet and salty snacks, that book-filled rack, earphones, pen drives roaming around and that super heavy task of zeroing down on a movie to be watched midnight :D 
But now it’s time for life to actually begin < and so they say> and that’s, understandably, terrifying. We kind of lived in a disney world <where people were drunk half the time :P and on a personal note, it scared the hell out of me!! > had the most fun we could possibly have, and enjoyed life in the best way we possibly could, while getting to keep most of the pain and the difficulty of being an adult at bay for the moment. We were growing up, and learning how to live on our own, without ever being alone!So now that we are entering a world of professionalism, just never let go of the pleasure you find in small things, keep the memories alive and your friends closer- for they will help you in getting past in the times to come.

Wishing you all much luck and happier times ahead - Redd  :))



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