No don’t be amused if you’re inferring that I’m on my deathbed counting my last few seconds…Na ,na , na Not this early my friend… I have miles to go before I sleep!!
I am bidding adieu to the better of the two years that I have spent in my college. Removing the dust that has settled over the relishing moments spent here, I faintly remember that the fun had begun with the day we left Opal( our former hostel … now the former to the former one) and began to look for an apt shelter in the newly built Amber. I had visited Amber just once before it was announced that it was going to be my abode and to tell you the truth, that visit wasn’t a memorable one. I was called by a 3rd year stud who made me draw what he was supposed to but the lousy one was too busy sitting idle. Coming back to the time the day I entered Amber the second time, two of my good pals had already decided the room which eventually was given mutual consent. In fact we fell in love with the room the instant we entered inside. Two rooms were attached with a single door for entry and the best part was the balcony which was just like a secret path to the exit from a prison which only we four prisoners had discovered . It seemed like I was home again- my second home.
The routine was choking our lives but still games and chatting were on the cards even after attending all the lectures during which time used to coagulate and we felt like we had been struck by that ‘Resident Evil’ virus turning us into zombies!! We had finally reached the dreaded 3rd semester that we had heard off from the seniors but the cold gale from the balcony blew away all our fatigue and worries. Ambiance was always crowded with people from all departments and chit-chat was perpetual-a stark contrast to what t’was in the first year where it seemed deserted . Departmental clashes were part of our everyday life and what fun t’was describing your branch as the superior. And the songs that we heard during the crucial exam days would always be relished by me. Every time we were in the state of mental breakdown those songs emerged as savior (that song for instance which was tagged as the Hindi song with a lot of double meaning words). And I would be doing injustice to the heritage and culture of ours if ‘Rise of Nations’ isn’t mentioned! We were already frenzy about the game even though each of us tried our best to resist and condemn it. We often used to take a chill pill during the exams by playing RON in the middle of our study hours and eventually t’was the game that prevailed and we took breaks for studying.I had never played on the LAN ,thus with so many players around, and t’was a captivating experience to say the least. Moving on, I won’t forget the Flipkart mania when we had ordered stuff like t’was the last time we were going to shop. One of my roommates almost had a tag of owning a mini library though one seldom found him reading through whatever he bought.
I can go on and on but still fall short of describing what I am going to miss in my coming years. My heart goes out to all my roomies – Gaurav,Faizan,Naveen and Khan sahab, you’ll be commemorated as well as my fourth roomie for your incessant visits and presence when t’was needed the most. And my heart winces with pain and denies to accept the fact that we won’t be living under the same roof anymore. But as the adage goes- ‘Everything happens for the better’ , I’ll be parting with a smile on my face and wonderful memoirs in my heart which will always be my prized possessions as I move on.,.!
You can’t buy memories.