So college is over. What started on the 9th of August 2010 ended on Monday, the 2nd of June 2014.
To be very honest, I was NEVER happy about being at Pailan,
never happy with what I was studying. I
started off with dreams of being at JUDE and reality took me through
auto-bus-bus-auto to Pailan College of Management and Technology every morning
for a 12 hour long story. From the professors to infrastructure to placements
to fests to fresher’s to farewell, there is not one thing about Pailan that I
am proud of, yet, today when I sit back and read the farewell notes that people
wrote to me, I cannot stop crying.
Crying? Yes! I do not remember crying when school ended yet
school days were the best phase of my life. Back then, when people claimed and
promised that nothing would change and ties break not, I believed it that way.
Today I know that all of that is nonsense. Yes the ties break not and yes you
do meet the selected set of friends, because meeting the specific them is most
convenient and not the others, for whichever reason(s), but nothing remains the
same. Not one thing. EVER!
Come to think of it, Pailan has taken away from me much much
more than whatever it has offered, yet my mind cannot slip away the four years
that marked most of the ‘firsts’ of my life. It is not the college that I will
miss; the college happily harassed us even on the last exam day but the people
and the feeling of being a student. Officially I would be on my own after
results are declared in a month or two (passing is required but let me not
get into that angle) but in reality, the college ended and today, this moment,
I am ‘bekaar’.
People were in tears after the farewell dinner. That is when
the feeling of shit-I-won’t-get-to-see-many-of-them-ever slowly started
crawling inside. When I reached home late, Maa gushed (not in a nice way :D)
about crossing her return-home-by-this-time deadline and when I said ‘ei toh
shob shesh’ she said how happy she is that her duty of providing me the basic
education is over and of course, that I will not have to go to the distant village
every morning. Like really? The phuchkawala was atleast sad about us going and
treated us with unlimited phuchkas for Rs.10 each on the last day. Now I even
miss sulking and boycotting him for the last 2 years for a petty fight in 3rd
Sem.
I hope to have years ahead that will make me miss these 4 years in a happy way. The terms and equations will change and that is part of life. In today’s world, being in touch is no big a deal. Still, one little corner of my heart is heavy today. Choked. Who knew? We experienced two KKR wins and a World Cup win in the mean time too! PJ? Well. Errr :P
I hope to have years ahead that will make me miss these 4 years in a happy way. The terms and equations will change and that is part of life. In today’s world, being in touch is no big a deal. Still, one little corner of my heart is heavy today. Choked. Who knew? We experienced two KKR wins and a World Cup win in the mean time too! PJ? Well. Errr :P
Like and unlike many, I did not mind going to Pailan. Was
lucky to find good people around. Won’t name them because I am sure to miss out
on a few names and years later, like when I am 80 and doing a little jig and woofing with arthritis, when I read this, I would not want to remember
how I felt for anyone with any wrong impression. If we talk of memories, I will
again miss out on many! Am sure to meet many of the friends and acquaintances
in future but the sad part is, I would never meet them all of them together, at
one place. I know I am just going on but
I just feel bad right now and nothing helps more than writing.
Because a bit of me still lives at those classrooms with red walls, the intentionally broken tables, unintentionally broken tube lights, the cemented seat at Ganja pukur, cafeteria beside the septic tank, Lipton stall and overpriced food, the chhad, jol bhora roads, haat, the long stretch of open land and Bollywood road from PCMT to PSIS to World School, the stone chips which were the hotspot in winter. A part of me would forever be ashamed of ranking 42369 and the other part of me hates the first day as a graduate (almost).Because a part of me will always be fighting with the teachers for not letting us sit together for internals, having ‘phau’ phuchkas at Selim’s, planning to run away without paying for the cold drink at Suresh da's, setting up horrendous outings, asking about nit grits, standing at the no uniform line and slipping away with weird names at the register, doing extensive PNPC about every possible person, falling in love at random graphs, admiring the buzzing rehearsal rooms, hiding the 29 cards at the sight of techers (read BG), sulking about the college at the college. Because THAT long U shaped corridor, THESE friends, THOSE long bus rides, THIS orange white and blue building is mine. And shall forever be.
Because a bit of me still lives at those classrooms with red walls, the intentionally broken tables, unintentionally broken tube lights, the cemented seat at Ganja pukur, cafeteria beside the septic tank, Lipton stall and overpriced food, the chhad, jol bhora roads, haat, the long stretch of open land and Bollywood road from PCMT to PSIS to World School, the stone chips which were the hotspot in winter. A part of me would forever be ashamed of ranking 42369 and the other part of me hates the first day as a graduate (almost).Because a part of me will always be fighting with the teachers for not letting us sit together for internals, having ‘phau’ phuchkas at Selim’s, planning to run away without paying for the cold drink at Suresh da's, setting up horrendous outings, asking about nit grits, standing at the no uniform line and slipping away with weird names at the register, doing extensive PNPC about every possible person, falling in love at random graphs, admiring the buzzing rehearsal rooms, hiding the 29 cards at the sight of techers (read BG), sulking about the college at the college. Because THAT long U shaped corridor, THESE friends, THOSE long bus rides, THIS orange white and blue building is mine. And shall forever be.
Batch of 2010-2014
Thank You. It’s been an honour.
Fare Well
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