Not A Good-bye.
Tomorrow is the last day of another academic year at the college.
Disclaimer: This isn't a post about how I'm crying out my heart because I'm going to miss my seniors. Or may be it is.
From the past few weeks I was a bit excited with this whole farewell party business. When I discussed about the party with my seniors and told them that I'll miss them a wee bit more than ever, they simply said, "It's not actually a good-bye." It all comes down to this one point where all the excitement drains out of your system and nostalgia takes over. And here I am, looking at all those pictures of my seniors that I've clicked, laughing at the silliest puns and unintelligible jokes and sharing amazing food and bike/auto rides. 2 years of bonding and a few more hours to go to bid them farewell. No, I'm not being sentimental.
What makes me write this post are those little things that we usually think are meant for killing time. Those times spent talking, not bitching, about the people at the college. Right from the watchman to the lazy receptionist, to the irritating librarian and of course teachers shouldn't be left out now, right? The number of classes that I have bunked just to be with my seniors, the little work that I've done to help them at the college fests. All the complaining about how we want to get out of the college as soon as possible and all that, it will probably seem like an every day story now. But the next year when I go to college, it is these stories that will hit me. In the face. Reminding me of each and everyone of them, making me go, "I wish these idiots were here now."
And what's so special about these little things? It is these moments that I've spent with my seniors that slowly bought them closer to my heart. The trust that we have built sharing our thoughts. The respect that I have for them. The desire to imbibe a few traits of theirs. The admiration that has only multiplied with time for them. The subtle change that went on from a senior to a closest friend. It was never things done to kill time, it was only to get to know each other better. And I never regretted bunking classes to talk to my seniors. Even though I've got no attendance.
College for me without these insane seniors that I've met will never be the same, because I cannot barge into their class rooms whenever I want to. Because I'll never get to run into these stupid faces when I'm sulking around the corridors. Because no more life lessons on how to deal with 30% attendance. Because I'll not find these people in the campus to tell them how annoying my new Accounts teacher is. Because when they leave, they take a part of what connects me with my college. Yes, it will never be the same after tomorrow. Same campus, same teachers, same classes (a few boring ones might add on) same low attendance, but no seniors around to smile back at you when they see your face after quite a while. And no, this is not actually a good-bye.
To all those beautiful seniors reading this and to all those juniors who know that feeling of missing someone, all the best for your future and please do answer the calls and reply back to the messages on Facebook/Whatsapp. Please.
Was this sentimental? Naaaaaah.
Lots of love!
Soumya Inavilli
Disclaimer: This isn't a post about how I'm crying out my heart because I'm going to miss my seniors. Or may be it is.
From the past few weeks I was a bit excited with this whole farewell party business. When I discussed about the party with my seniors and told them that I'll miss them a wee bit more than ever, they simply said, "It's not actually a good-bye." It all comes down to this one point where all the excitement drains out of your system and nostalgia takes over. And here I am, looking at all those pictures of my seniors that I've clicked, laughing at the silliest puns and unintelligible jokes and sharing amazing food and bike/auto rides. 2 years of bonding and a few more hours to go to bid them farewell. No, I'm not being sentimental.
What makes me write this post are those little things that we usually think are meant for killing time. Those times spent talking, not bitching, about the people at the college. Right from the watchman to the lazy receptionist, to the irritating librarian and of course teachers shouldn't be left out now, right? The number of classes that I have bunked just to be with my seniors, the little work that I've done to help them at the college fests. All the complaining about how we want to get out of the college as soon as possible and all that, it will probably seem like an every day story now. But the next year when I go to college, it is these stories that will hit me. In the face. Reminding me of each and everyone of them, making me go, "I wish these idiots were here now."
And what's so special about these little things? It is these moments that I've spent with my seniors that slowly bought them closer to my heart. The trust that we have built sharing our thoughts. The respect that I have for them. The desire to imbibe a few traits of theirs. The admiration that has only multiplied with time for them. The subtle change that went on from a senior to a closest friend. It was never things done to kill time, it was only to get to know each other better. And I never regretted bunking classes to talk to my seniors. Even though I've got no attendance.
College for me without these insane seniors that I've met will never be the same, because I cannot barge into their class rooms whenever I want to. Because I'll never get to run into these stupid faces when I'm sulking around the corridors. Because no more life lessons on how to deal with 30% attendance. Because I'll not find these people in the campus to tell them how annoying my new Accounts teacher is. Because when they leave, they take a part of what connects me with my college. Yes, it will never be the same after tomorrow. Same campus, same teachers, same classes (a few boring ones might add on) same low attendance, but no seniors around to smile back at you when they see your face after quite a while. And no, this is not actually a good-bye.
To all those beautiful seniors reading this and to all those juniors who know that feeling of missing someone, all the best for your future and please do answer the calls and reply back to the messages on Facebook/Whatsapp. Please.
Was this sentimental? Naaaaaah.
Soumya Inavilli
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