Then
"Who's had those stale parathas again ?" announced
Radio, and we burst into laughter in a room where someone had just farted.
"Man, I'll
miss you guys" was the mutual statement we all shared.
Tears, half curved
smiles, expressionless faces, filled up the whole arena of the final year
hostel. Damn, Four years of life passed as fuel smoked out at the shores. I
walked back to my room, wrapped my camera to put it back and I got lost.
29th August'11....
Four Years Back on
the same lane......
"Alarm clocks to wake up
?" who needed them, this was supposed to be the first day in an
engineering college, "Engineering" to be precise of whose dreams were
filled like mashed potatoes in parathas, here we were, joining together for a
journey which was supposed to be of professional education , supposed to end on
a happy ending four years down the line.
"Hey, I am XYZ, OJEE rank
00000" were the first line of geeky introducers.
"Hi, I am XYZ
from PQR state" were the first line of normal introducers.
"Arey yaar,
Hello. So pure taiyaar ? " were the first line of the ultramost normal
introducers.
We laid onto our uniforms, a
typical blue blazer, and looked into the mirrors.
"Not bad for
an Engineer !!" thought of the day.
Walking in groups, and standing
tall for the buses to arrive, while few were still stuck finding it hard on the
ties. Life had moved on, for bigger & better things.
One Year down the line, things
had changed, People were now pointed pointers. There were 9
pointers, 8 pointers, the evergreen 7 pointers and the coolest of
all, 6 & below pointers, coz that was the standard by which we lived now.
Fun was maximum at 6 and minimum at 9.
While some had
started taking the smoke in, some had developed the taste for sour grapes , and
some had just started to accompany them. There were perceptions, relationships
and the ever happening weather changes of being a girlfriend - boyfriend thing,
That had hooted in like the most super happening thing !!
It happened through the second,
the third and arrived the fourth. By now, these 800 odd about to be Engineers
of the future, were less of it than they were a family now. From bunking classes together, to standing for the whole year's prestige and the umpteen
Cricket / Football matches on the fields, not just the friendlies, but along
many friendly fires and white flags in friendly wars, we did not realised, that
we shared was not just friendship , but a hardcore relationship.
Arrived days , when we got
selected to be paid off after college, but the days were passing by too.
They started in
months, lessened to days, and soon to one day, when the whole lot appeared for
the last paper of their graduation and broke their nibs on the last sheets.
"Papa Kehte hai beta naam
karega", probably kiya !!
The Shiver stuck me, and here I
was back to the present.
"Move on,
Idhar hi rahega kya ? " here was Ching again, so eager to get back home.
"I wish I
could", was all I could whisper to myself.
The
Bonds had to split , the tears had to come rolling out, and the promises of
"We'll meet again" were again here. We felt bad when our seniors said
that, today we felt how bad it really felt.
Now
In a house, where my windows are always open as used to be the
doors in hostels. The Air keeps coming in, with the heat of Chennai and the
cool breeze of it in the evening.
I wish , they were
friends, who popped in every hour of the day. Friends, who had to be sometimes
said, "Abe ja, thoda padh bhi le " , "Abe kitna hawa dega saale
".
Miles away from each other,
miles from our homes, miles from our wickets and bats, miles from the
drumsticks and guitars, but stand tall our memories of the land we cruised
through fun.
A Trip planned to
meet in December, who knows how much of it may come true.
We've
started rocking on the rocking chairs, planning our future, cutting out on our
expenses, thinking of the best gifts for our parents, relatives, girlfriend etc
etc....
Thereafter
Dreams , which never end. Dreams of delivering speeches in the
boardroom, to standup tall as an icon in the family, a BMW at a cozy villa, an
Ultimate figured partner and a highly aspired salary.
Strange is life, stranger than
fiction, harder in the eyes of reality.
Probably true,
"Tum kya lekar aye the, Kya lekar jaoge"
Dream today, ahead
and everafter, for the memories which I hold, I have many in those pages, where
I flip any moment, I flip a dream.
From racing into
the IPL Listing, to designing the fastest machine, to the best antivirus, to
the best actor/actress, to the national dance competitions, I've it all in
those pages.
Few've started, Few are
somewhere around, and those in queue, will boom later !!
Out
of emotions or just some quick fingers on the keyboard, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. , This is
for You !!
