Bird sanctuary , a place to where birds from different parts of the world migrate to, looking for a better habitat and good weather. So it happened one day. We flocked together looking for a better future and tools to equip ourselves but seldom we knew about the friendship that would bind many of us together to last a life time.
I still remember the day when my dad came to drop me with my sister. Like many of us, it was my first time away from home and everything I knew. Trust me it was not just the butterflies in my stomach but big whales churning inside. I was teary eyed and for the first time I saw my dad in tears that day. I was still his little girl and my old man was scared to leave me there among the people he hardly knew but what choice did he have? Watching my dad and sister walk away was the most difficult thing.
I still remember the song I sang during my first ragging session;
"Ajeeb daastan hai, kahan shuru kahan khatam
Yeh manzile hai kaun si, na hum samajh sake na tum"
And I remember the ragging session held for all the first years in the LH quadrangle where I had to dance for a song on the table; " Merra naam chin chin chu"
Luckily it was so much better for me compared to one of my friends who had to hatch an egg and what not. But all that ragging surely helped us, the first years, to get along together and with our seniors too. Isn't it?
Boyyyy was it crazy !!! Freshers' party,Internals, bidding farewell to seniors, talking about boyz, Raghavendra Mutt visits, By-two masal puris-gobi manchuris-ice creams, Long walks, Rs.1 kahara bun and 0.50p Banana,Maggie uncle,Our finance maintenance,Celebrating b'days, Queue-ing up for Sunday breakfasts, Jayamma's cooking, Midnight coffee/tea during semester exams, Phone calls, Visitors, College fests and then late night gossips and bitching. Oh my ,four years were so eventful that the memories we have will last a lifetime. Don't you agree?
We loved when we loved and we hated when we hated. It was a wonderful love-hate relationship. When it was time to leave after 4 colorful years it hadn't still sunk in that the lives were going to take different routes and it would never be same again. But as the years passed I missed it more and more by every passing day. The streets we loitered around, the place we flocked, the life we shared was coming back to haunt almost every night as I was under the impression that only OUR lives changed while everything else remained same. The 'let-go' was getting more difficult by each passing thought.
However , revisiting the place ,has now, put a closure to the imaginary world I was living in. Nothing looked same or familiar. It's so much crowded now unlike before. The place has got a new map and it looks like a zigsaw puzzle that I have lost interest in putting together. For real, things have changed and there's nothing that awaits me back there. It made me realize that all those people I loved have always been with me all along and I have nothing to fear.
Living in the past makes you nostalgic, sure but living in the moment makes it more exciting. Yes, that's the moral of the story that I have derived at. I have met new people since then and some have stayed with me adding to my lifetime of experiences. I would never want to go back and lose all that I have gained. I love it just the way it is. Rewind button is not what I want , all I want is to just keep playing for as long as I live !
I still remember the day when my dad came to drop me with my sister. Like many of us, it was my first time away from home and everything I knew. Trust me it was not just the butterflies in my stomach but big whales churning inside. I was teary eyed and for the first time I saw my dad in tears that day. I was still his little girl and my old man was scared to leave me there among the people he hardly knew but what choice did he have? Watching my dad and sister walk away was the most difficult thing. I still remember the song I sang during my first ragging session;
"Ajeeb daastan hai, kahan shuru kahan khatam
Yeh manzile hai kaun si, na hum samajh sake na tum"
And I remember the ragging session held for all the first years in the LH quadrangle where I had to dance for a song on the table; " Merra naam chin chin chu"
Luckily it was so much better for me compared to one of my friends who had to hatch an egg and what not. But all that ragging surely helped us, the first years, to get along together and with our seniors too. Isn't it?
Boyyyy was it crazy !!! Freshers' party,Internals, bidding farewell to seniors, talking about boyz, Raghavendra Mutt visits, By-two masal puris-gobi manchuris-ice creams, Long walks, Rs.1 kahara bun and 0.50p Banana,Maggie uncle,Our finance maintenance,Celebrating b'days, Queue-ing up for Sunday breakfasts, Jayamma's cooking, Midnight coffee/tea during semester exams, Phone calls, Visitors, College fests and then late night gossips and bitching. Oh my ,four years were so eventful that the memories we have will last a lifetime. Don't you agree?We loved when we loved and we hated when we hated. It was a wonderful love-hate relationship. When it was time to leave after 4 colorful years it hadn't still sunk in that the lives were going to take different routes and it would never be same again. But as the years passed I missed it more and more by every passing day. The streets we loitered around, the place we flocked, the life we shared was coming back to haunt almost every night as I was under the impression that only OUR lives changed while everything else remained same. The 'let-go' was getting more difficult by each passing thought. However , revisiting the place ,has now, put a closure to the imaginary world I was living in. Nothing looked same or familiar. It's so much crowded now unlike before. The place has got a new map and it looks like a zigsaw puzzle that I have lost interest in putting together. For real, things have changed and there's nothing that awaits me back there. It made me realize that all those people I loved have always been with me all along and I have nothing to fear. Living in the past makes you nostalgic, sure but living in the moment makes it more exciting. Yes, that's the moral of the story that I have derived at. I have met new people since then and some have stayed with me adding to my lifetime of experiences. I would never want to go back and lose all that I have gained. I love it just the way it is. Rewind button is not what I want , all I want is to just keep playing for as long as I live !
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