When in life you know that everything is loosing from your grip, everything is leaving, the last straw you cling on to is not strong enough, you wither. you wither and break. It is this dire situation we are going though right now. It is just 3 more days left for us here. Here in our dearest Alma mater, My College, My Viswajyothi.
There used to be a time when we complained. complained about the labs, the strictness, the uniform and what not!!! But now i understand, without them memories, what is life? I will say, this will be.. These memories I have here with me in plenty, will serve as the last straw I’ll cling on to in my life and all eternity. These four years.. from nothing to the top of the world. VJC have been an arena which moulded us for the greater good. Now, when it is time to leave, all i hope for is the time to slow down..the sound of clock ticking to vanish, to spend a little more time with my friends, my teachers, my loved juniors.
I do admit. I did have an idea, that this would be painful. But this, is much more than I can stand. It has been a Zahir, an obsession that takes me away from everything that i am. I knew I loved my college. But to digest that, I’ll be moving from my comfort circle of friends and well wishers to a completely hostile and unknown world where anyone could carry a knife to stab my back, is a bit too much. I ain’t say I’m afraid. no. But…. aaah!!
About the life I lived, I’m not sad. I donot have any complaints. I AM completely satisfied with all the things I’ve been doing for the college. I’ve poured my sweat and blood for causes beyond number. I’ve done my best to lead the group that is our class without clashes or diviations. when so happened, negotiated, and got us back on track. I’ve done all I can for the class, for the jobs, all I can for the college, for the fellow students, for IEEE, and my best for them juniors.
I’ve never tried to copy someone.Never followed someone blindly. and I do believe, I’ve left my footprints clear on the rocks.
Last day, it was a Gurudakshina. It was nothing but a petty, virtual, smallest token of gratitude and love that we had to our teachers. All we asked for, is remembrance. Remember us, that the thought would bring a smile on your lips. Remember us, so that we go happy and content that whatever sweat and bloody may we have spilled, it doesn’t matter. For, we are remembered.
Never quite understood the climax dialog of the movie, 300. Never understood completely what King Leonidas wished for. Now, I think I do understand. Fare thee well, my friends. May The Light Shine upon you with plenty. Always.