“You and I will meet again,
When we’re least expecting it,
One day in some far off place,
I will recognize your face,
I won’t say goodbye my friend,
For you and I will meet again.
Till then, Don’t cry because it’s over.
Smile because it happened.”
– Tom Petty
All good things come to an end. And we have college farewells so that even the not-so-good journeys can necessarily be given a happy ending. Professors at their politest and most modest behavior, juniors at their best too, gifts exchanged, uncrowded buffets and aesthetically planned & perfected snaps… we are made to feel the best we could and to its full effect. I feel that college days are not about happy endings or sad events, for journey dominates the destination. College strictly adheres to what we came here for in the first place; knowledge.
No matter what I may think about my college experience, the college unfailingly has done the job of transforming a young boy into a mature learned man. And before you utter a ‘LOL’, it is not theoretical knowledge I am talking about; it is much more. I sometimes might have failed to take notes, but it has never ceased teaching. I have learned a lot, seen a lot; just imagine a 18-19 year old boy asked to survive for 4 years in a group of hundreds of the likes under the pressure of academic excellence and then add events that happen either to him or around him, attendance shortfalls, family issues, love conflicts, peer pressure, vast syllabuses covered in a span of few nights, those 50 minute lectures (which sometimes are X 2 and extended), cricket matches, friendships, grudges, fights, tension of future, extra-curriculars, infatuations, crushes, assignments, night outs, movies, fun, laughter, tears, hugs, successes and failures: and the guy writing this, fully sane right now is the proof that more or less I, and all of us, have done a good job. Congrats batch-mates.
And then arguably to aid, there were my professors with me. Apart from the immense theoretical wisdom imparted, no meeting would now seem lengthy after attending their lectures, no more high unrealistic expectations after seeing my results, no fear of deadlines after covering their syllabuses in a couple of nights and no surprise too much to take after those lists of attendance defaulters.
But it would be very partial to say that I have done it all single-handedly. Sometimes had my luck, less often sheer hard-work, my seniors, teachers but above everything, I had my friends. A stick breaks under load, a bunch of them refuses to yield; is something truly applicable here. When one imagines- who was there begging for those attendances with me, who proxied for me (not denying I did the same), whose job treat gave me the happiest moments ever, who gave me a shoulder to cry on when I needed it most, who was thrown out of those classes with me and the unanimous answer comes out, it was your Friend. This is something for which I would like to thank my college the most, not only has it given me friends for a lifetime, but it has tested our friendship under yielding limits of various circumstances, only to prove it to be durable for one lifetime and more.
Looking back to that 18 year old boy who was me, college has certainly made me better, rather each of us has undeniably improved and matured. I now can dream higher, aim better, expect realistically, laugh louder, cry stealthily, choose wisely, decide efficiently, love passionately, think rationally and hug tightly. I don’t say I am perfect, but certainly have been put on the right track to achieve it, geared with right gadgets to overcome all barriers and now my aims look more achievable, my dreams more real.
A word for my batch-mates,
“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.” – Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook