Exam is about to come, the layer of dust over the stack of book is still. This time everything seems white. When I open book I don’t understand where the printed words went and I see only white pages. I am not in jaw of any new decease it is just confusion what I should read first. And classes have almost over. But the teacher did not know I did not have any idea what they were talking about. Again feeling of departure is aching in heart and thought hovering in mind. Again I find myself in weak EQ state. The Bondages have established to this place and they are ending up in sweet, sour and bitter memories...
Be it sitting with friends at the hut in mid night from 1 a.m. to 4 a.m. and talking bullshit.
Be it hanging leg on the terrace of B.D.S building and sitting there and let the running adrenaline and seen up by the Mr. R.L. Dixit and disappearing in split of second.
Be it the preparation of birthday party to kick the Birthday boy’s ass, reaching to celebrate the party with wrapping towel around the waist and shoes in the legs.
Be it 3 people sleeping in single narrow bed and abuses of sandwiched boy.
Be it having drinks with friends under the open sky on the hostel’s roof and next day complain of warden and suggestion "don't throw the bottle keep it aside somewhere, I will get it picked up."
Be it talking with girlfriend and intensely making loud noise by the friends and letting her know something is being hidden and after that a session of circular chiding.
Be it going Dhaba early in the morning and finding in dilemma to decide the dishes.
Be it group preparation of exam and shifting the topic from course to computers game and movies and praying to get passing marks.
Be it bringing the wine bottle in place of notes in bag and showing up that in middle of lecture, and bunking the class, having galore of neat shots. Then working on the project and ending up on the bed sleeping leaving project running.
Be it spending the night without sleeping in care of that my friend have been admitted in hospital..
Be it fighting with friend and jumping over his door on next day forgetting all the hard feelings and asking to come for breakfast.
Be it asking treat for every trivial or important things and refusal of friends and next hour bringing edible things from the market and sharing with him and mean time saying that "kha le tere hi paise ka hai".
Be it preparation of exam over night and missing the exam in morning and blaming to partner "Sale agar sone diya hota to paper nahi miss hota."
These are the memories which would be cherished and they are the friends. Every masti moments will bring tear in eyes. I spent four years over here and never miss the Home in the presence of friends but when I was home I missed them. How the Days will pass without them?
My world has opened its gate for me and busy in preparation to welcome me. Few of them are happy that I am going back home and taking over my Papa’s business. Some of them are also trying to misguide my Papa to sending me Delhi for further study as they don’t want a potential competitor in market. I don’t know what future has in its bag for me but I am sure it will be containing good gift for me. I never expected I will find such a good friend in my college life and they will become a important part of my life. These friends became a treasure for me. May be this is my last blog of B.Tech. May be I will have to detached from you all people sorry for this but I will have to. You people contributed a great part of your life to me thanx for it. You people will always be remembered.
A big hug to you all people.
Good Bye…
