When i look back upon the past three years, i smile. Almost instantaneously.
Three years; a short as well as a long time period. It depends on what i want gather from it.
'short', because i wish i could understand them better, get to spend more time with them. 'long' as three years appears to be quite lengthy.
The time that we spent with each other, those sessions of 'heart-to-heart' talks with friends and lecturers alike. Three years is very limited. The first year is spent in knowing the college (believe me, i took one and a half years to acclimatize to MCC), the next set of 12 months in selecting a bunch of friends, whom we swear by.
Final year, is confusing, to say the least. We discover many new things. A particular lecturer is actually good-natured.... the entire class is one gang.... somebody doesn't mind me planting a kiss on their cheeks....suddenly being a class rep seems nice, which had me wandering between buildings...
Final year seems fascinating. Maybe due to the sound of the phrase 'final year', one feels happy and important. Maybe because one is granted that superior position, when pride comes naturally... with lecturers holding somebody high... classes fly, become more enjoyable(for two reasons: classes get interesting, or one has more fun during classes)... every niche regarding time and space becomes precious....
Love, affection, pranks, kisses, appreciation, laughter, tears, gifts, lunches, yelling at one another, being there for a friend, pictures, videos, drawing digrams collectively, contemplation on crazy ideas...
My class has been wonderful to say the least, for all the time that was spent in each other's company. An amazing bunch of women!!
6 comments:
Very well put!
Extremely precious times of course. Hope that the future holds more such moments for you.
raghu,
thanks a lot. more such moments yes, and i hope that i can get to participate in them :)
I do agree... final year brings with it a lot of out-of the text book learning to one.
Pride of being the most educated in the campus, happiness of to be completing the hard days as a student...confusions of future cource of action to be taken... pressures from peers and relatives.. news of some one getting married to a rich NRI(in case of girls).. news of a class mate being hired by a big MNC... all the pressures and pleasures encompass in to one year called final year....
Nicely written, neednt say. ;)
srik,
i agree with almost everything, except that those hard days of student-life have ended. they are still to continue...
They might not be hard further, I guess ;)
srik,
thanks. but, i think otherwise. they'll definately be tougher :)
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