Another Farewell

It has not even been a year since we bade farewell to our seniors and the time for our farewell already came and went. Yesterday marked the official last day at the university.

Two years was a small span of time, but how much we learn, take in, consume, remember within these 2*365 days, how many memories collaborated to form some distinct tales. The not-so-haloed stairs leading to the older department till the sprawling new building, the (developmental) journey was amazing. The two years made all of us grow up, introducing me to varied kind of people and politics, emotions and antics and ultimately helped me in realising the importance of being nostalgic. Yearning for the sepia past, making me see that the bygone days are always so better (something which was, as yet, unknown, unexplored).

Unlike our senior's farewell, there was no breeze and rain. (I got some terrible blisters though, thanks to my two inches high heels and the walk without umbrellas under the cruel sun). So much for being reasonably reasonless.

It was an emotional occasion and in spite of myself, the tears did sneak through. I had all kinds of experience: the good, the bad and the ugly. But you end up remembering the better times: the journey, the endless chat on the balcony, the seat under the mango tree shade, the leaves trailing the entrance, the silent reading room, the jokes (terrible and proper) shared and blasted... these images did manage to create a montage in the crevices of the roving mind of mine.

These two years have helped me in gaining two very different but amazing people whom I can call friends (J&K) and also introduced me to some great 'teacher-friends'. Love you all.

The juniors were such an amazing discovery while some just made me die with laughter virtually, some were too nice to be true. Will miss most of you.

No, I'm not writing it after being overwhelmed with emotions but rather because I'm thankful for the two-year sojourn.

To quote Shakespeare:"All's well that ends well"

This marks a new beginning. The road is long and the journey, no doubt tiresome but who doesn't love newer beginnings...

I do.

Summer Rain

The feel of the first droplets of summer rain.. Ah!!

The smell of wet earth and green grasses...

This is one of my all-time favourite songs that I also love to sing outloud. (Yes, did that last night on the rooftop with the accompaniment of the cool breezes)

(To quote Marquez: "Those who do not sing can never understand the magic of singing.")

Love the flute and adore Mohit's enchanting voice.

It also bring backs a host of fond memories.

Rainy days are making me recall a host of other related writings, like this haiku by Matsuo Basho

"Rainydays-

Silkworm droop

On mulberries"

P.S:

There are not too many people who read my (at times) sad, random writings. But to let them know( if they care to), I'm having my exams which actually kicks off on 5 of this month and hence the 'no-post', 'no-read' state have been continuing for sometime and will perhaps continue until and unless I'm bound to share the inevitable.

P.P.S:

Films waiting to be watched: Inarritu's "Amores Perros" and Michel Gondry's "The Science of Sleep". Can't wait for the exams to get over.

I have not been able to follow the few blogs that I do go through regularly. I hate this.