Thursday, July 3, 2008
College Memories
My Heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains,
my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains .......
In sooth. I know not why I am so sad,
It wearies me; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it
I am to learn,
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself...................."
These words might easily comprise the quintessence of my inner psyche. As we move from one phase of life to another, its bound to have some repercussions on the human mind.
OK ....c'mon,.....don't be this serious, cerebrations of this account could lead to many a grey hair. No wonder, John Keats passed away at the age of 27..
College or should I say...hostel life is the best phase you can have in your lifetime...(.. or I hope it may be one of them ..), and when you move out of this phase of life, it is bound to leave an everlasting impression on my mind.....I had not thought about it, when I was in final semester. Forget the sem, I was void of this feeling, even when the calendar read out "2 days to go". But then I felt the pinch, when I was actually leaving f-hostel. Almost all of my close friends were there to see me off......Hari, naren, vvs warr, brittz, vasu, gman, nithya, dali, bijoy., ak, gopu..... almost all of them were there..... I didnt cry....but then my heart was heavy.....
A month has passed, since I have left NIT Calicut. There might be nothing which time couldn't heal, but then it didn't work out straight in my case. I had joined my job at Hyderabad. New Environment, New set of friends...(...of course.....gman is here with me...)...basically ....... entering into a new phase in life......
But then..there were these various memories which flash by, time and time again...every time any familiar word or an event props up.......
Like for example, every time we eat from a restaurant , the images of how we used to empty out the after-dinner refreshments ( man...I really don't know its name...think its souf ......the one which usually accompanies the bills). ......the gaming chats with hari, vvs.......the movies on the lan.....the chalis we all shared (come to think of it....we had a good team - vasu, hari, britto....vvs ), all the fights about spirituality with manu.....to name a few...all are flooding back........the common room cricket matches....
Everyday, I have something to bring back the good old days.......be it naren's or hari's messages.....or the chats with vvs, warr, britto.....and the missed chats with vasu...(everytime I chat with him hes not there....and vice versa)
Well....anyway....all I have to remember is the well known phrase in our college - "Dont cry bcoz its over....smile bcoz it happened"........
my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains .......
In sooth. I know not why I am so sad,
It wearies me; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it
I am to learn,
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself...................."
These words might easily comprise the quintessence of my inner psyche. As we move from one phase of life to another, its bound to have some repercussions on the human mind.
OK ....c'mon,.....don't be this serious, cerebrations of this account could lead to many a grey hair. No wonder, John Keats passed away at the age of 27..
College or should I say...hostel life is the best phase you can have in your lifetime...(.. or I hope it may be one of them ..), and when you move out of this phase of life, it is bound to leave an everlasting impression on my mind.....I had not thought about it, when I was in final semester. Forget the sem, I was void of this feeling, even when the calendar read out "2 days to go". But then I felt the pinch, when I was actually leaving f-hostel. Almost all of my close friends were there to see me off......Hari, naren, vvs warr, brittz, vasu, gman, nithya, dali, bijoy., ak, gopu..... almost all of them were there..... I didnt cry....but then my heart was heavy.....
A month has passed, since I have left NIT Calicut. There might be nothing which time couldn't heal, but then it didn't work out straight in my case. I had joined my job at Hyderabad. New Environment, New set of friends...(...of course.....gman is here with me...)...basically ....... entering into a new phase in life......
But then..there were these various memories which flash by, time and time again...every time any familiar word or an event props up.......
Like for example, every time we eat from a restaurant , the images of how we used to empty out the after-dinner refreshments ( man...I really don't know its name...think its souf ......the one which usually accompanies the bills). ......the gaming chats with hari, vvs.......the movies on the lan.....the chalis we all shared (come to think of it....we had a good team - vasu, hari, britto....vvs ), all the fights about spirituality with manu.....to name a few...all are flooding back........the common room cricket matches....
Everyday, I have something to bring back the good old days.......be it naren's or hari's messages.....or the chats with vvs, warr, britto.....and the missed chats with vasu...(everytime I chat with him hes not there....and vice versa)
Well....anyway....all I have to remember is the well known phrase in our college - "Dont cry bcoz its over....smile bcoz it happened"........
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