Farewell to life

The following I wrote , in the final year of graduation as a farewell to life that never going to happen again.
Only thing I didn't know that what I wrote 4 years back will come true

For all final year students….. (Rendezvous with backbenchers)

Hi guys,

Good morning/good afternoon/good evening

depends upon the time you read it. We all waited all these years for this to end, but when the end is near celebration is the last word that comes to mind.

Here is the story of our failures & successes.

We sat in the classrooms with apt attention till teacher arrived. After that our mind said good bye and we went to win matches for India in a close match by hitting a century and taking five wickets. Even as
P.M of India we lead our country to be a superpower. Sometimes we took tours of bollywood and of course Hollywood too. And when the weather was good we went on dating with Katrina kaif, sania
mirza& x, y, z. when some of our friends were busy solving problems we thought what ‘xaero’ (Q3)
would be doing without us, might be practicing with rail gun and of course thought how to conquer the
whole world in rise of nations.

From sharukh to sachin, Napoleon to Einstein no one escaped our imagination. We became our
dreams not our disabilities.

Some other moment we just sat down and tried hard to find reasons of life in subjects taught to us. We cannot make ourselves understand how Fourier series will define us, how the data structures will help to solve our own problems, how differentiation will help to clear our excess baggage in life & how integrations will help us to accumulate our joys.

We are sorry for we could not stand to the expectations of our parents & teachers. We could not force ourselves to become someone. Sorry again. We became unsolved mazes with no answers where we lost ourselves often. We learnt everything except what we are taught. But don’t write us off. We are down in the chart but not out of it. We will be back.

We all know that the best thing our college gave us is us.

Final countdown has started. After some days it will be over. We will move away to begin a new life, to lose ourselves into the casual happenstances of life. A journey of 4 years that we started together will end soon. We will get our own summer of 69 to sing. Some of us will keep on touch for sometime, but then with time it will also end. Probably our best is over.

No one will come to give a birthday bashings anymore. We will not watch cricket match together, praying for India to win. No more our “khati” will go on till midnight and sometimes till morning. No more we will get drunk and dream the same dreams together. We will not fight over aishwarya rai anymore. Our volleyball & cricket balls will remember us forever. No more we will watch I.A flights taking off & our dreams flying with it. No more we will watch stars and think that there is still life somewhere there & someway down the lane of time our grandson’s grandsons will go for taking an evening walk there. No more in silence we will dream of our loves to come true, to find a reason to live. No more we will bunk classes to do nothing in hostel. Our holis, republic days, dipawalis will never be the same again. Probably we will never be the same again.

I remember a line, lend me your ears.
“ ab ke hum bichde to sayad kabhi khaboo mein mile
Jis tereh sookhe hue phool kabhi kitabon mein mile”

So many “no” s to deal in life. It is the time to circulate slam books, to capture photos.

So silly of us, we want to catch life on paper and print it. The best ones cannot be printed on paper because they are already printed on our memory. We are nothing but our experiences with each other. Probably doing B.Tech is just a secondary reason. We were here because we were destined to be here.

So how are u feeling now, little nostalgic, little frus2.cool man cool, life goes by like this.

The song below is for you special ones. I read it somewhere months ago.

“How could anyone ever tell you? You were anything less than beautiful

How could anyone ever tell you? You were less than whole

How could anyone fail to notice? That your loving is a miracle

How deeply you are connected to my soul”

Bid adieu,

From piyusa