My feet hardly touched the ground..I woke up tip toeing towards my wardrobe. Even in my semi conscious state "What do I wear?", was the constant question on my mind. The right clothes on first day was important. After all you had to make a mark for yourself on day one. (thinking back I realize my clothes didn't matter, my hairstyle did the trick. ;) )
Fresher' day did not live up to its hype. It was a clumsy function organized by the college but that did not deter my spirits. I was thrilled to find new faces, new prospective friends. I hoped the following days would be thrilling.
I met my first friend on day one and I'm happy to tell you she's still on my top list of friends. Ragging was one apprehensive aspect of college mainly because of disturbing news from all over the country. But I was not faced with any humiliating experiences, all was in good spirit.
As days passed I met and befriended many girls and boys. Some stuck with me while others retracted. The brand new experience of college gradually changed into a routine, sort of a daily experience. Mysterious faces that intrigued me initially became an everyday occurrence. And before I knew it..I was in second year- a senior!
Second year was normal. By this time,my friends were clearly defined. Boundaries were made and access was restricted. Friends became closer and enemies grew further apart. College became dearer and engaging. If you were to ask me recollect incidents from this year I could think one incident- a fight that me and my friend got into. It was a blood-curdling experience then, however it is less unnerving today.
Third year was a highly productive year for all of us. I was involved in extra curriculars and what they say about them is right. It brings you closer no matter what the differences are. Most of our energy was exhausted at the end of this year but no one complained.
I gained some friends while lost others. I realized that this happened at the expense of time. Time did not wait for me. I was in fourth year already, the year I would graduate. Graduation was always considered as a distant event. Yesterday I was attending freshers day and today I'm buying my graduation attire? Time flies they say but in what supersonic speed??
Today, I have graduated from college and I'm assuming it is nostalgia that made me write this. Well maybe. But this is also to present my bizarre theory out there. A theory about how a part of me still lives in college. (Okay I cannot rule out nostalgia)
Here goes my theory...
'I suggest that when you graduate, a part of you remains in college. This can be a part of your soul, a memory either about you, incidents in college or anyone in college. When anybody in college recollects these memories..the soul lights up.. and you feel this connection in the form of nostalgia? Vice verse, if nobody in college remembers you..well you have nothing to be nostalgic about.'
Doesn't that make sense in a twisted, weird kind of way? Only if you leave behind memories worth remembering will you be nostalgic. Gladly, I have a lot of soul fragments floating and I'm certain they're being remembered everyday.
Doesn't that make sense in a twisted, weird kind of way? Only if you leave behind memories worth remembering will you be nostalgic. Gladly, I have a lot of soul fragments floating and I'm certain they're being remembered everyday.
