The last day countdowns, the fear of doing everything for the last time, the last campus visits, the last group selfie, the whatsapp groups all active with I’m gonna miss you guys, I’m gonna miss college messages and to top it all off the fear of meeting people for the last time! It was very hard for me to accept the truth that it was the end of an era, a beautiful era and there’s nothing I could do about it but move on. Scary was the thought that all we’re going to be left with was memories. Apparently such is life. The feeling wasn’t sinking in yet.
From now on it isn’t going to be waking up every morning with a sigh, standing in front of the wardrobe for a while wondering what to wear, waiting for the five minute breaks in between sessions, waiting for birthday surprises, waiting for all the most awaited days in college, cribbing about the internals, cursing the management and all the typical college stuff we’d do. It was going to be waking up with a sigh, picking up the first thing that comes into our hand from the wardrobe, waiting for weekends to get a break from the daily 9 – 5 job routine, leaving a text on a friends phone wishing them for their birthdays, cursing the boss and the regular things a white collar person does. SIGH!
We had been trying to be adults since we were 15. We thought that it was all cool. Carrying a laptop bag was way cooler than carrying a bag with books. Carrying your tiffin box to school/ college was a pain when people at work would grab a sandwich from the cafeteria at the workplace and the latter looked more exciting! Uniform was a punishment and formals to office was in trend. Completing targets at work looked more worth it than finishing an assignment. Getting a pay cheque looked more of an achievement than daddy giving you pocket money for your daily treat.
Suddenly all this doesn’t look that exhilarating. I want to go back to being a child again! First day at school, the pride that you’re stepping into high school, the good feeling of entering college life, the excitement of getting done with graduation and then everything coming to an end. No. Not cool at all. This feeling sucks. Is there any option we have apart from moving on?
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional. Well, growing up is a trap. I don’t know how it is going to be now on, how often I’ll meet many of you out there, how many times you’ll will cross my mind , but to those of you who were a part of this wonderful journey , Thank you 🙂
You’ll always be remembered and never forgotten.