Friday, July 22, 2011

Summer of '09 !!!

Long walks on the highway (our college pathway is what we used to refer to as a 'highway'), dumb charades (enacting movies as weird as 'Chinese Kamasutra'), relishing idlis in the mess, cooking maggi in hostel, endless seasons of How I Met Your Mother, Sex and the City, Prison Break, FRIENDS to name a few, college bus rides, gorging on sumptous meals @ TDS, buffet @ Indijoes, Ladies Night Out @ Firangi Paani, shopping sprees @ City Center, finishing assignments in the last hour, late night revisions and the best TP: the endless hours of gossiping (for the uninitiated, TP is Time Pass).

How I wish I could relive these days. Undoubtedly, those were the best days of my life...

I still remember the first day of my MBA, clueless (told you, its my fav expression). What exactly was a student interested in VJing and RJing doing here? Hyderabad was not so much on my list of favorite places. Damn It!!! I had never even thought of coming to this place. Delhi is where I belonged. All my friends and family were there. Whatever would happen to my frequent shopping trips with my sister, pampering from everyone, watching late night FIFA matches with my brother, never even bothering to get up and be bothered about anything. Doomed !!!

Each one of us, if not the exact emotions, would have gone through similar kind of emotions atleast once in our lifetime. All of are susceptible to change. Some like me, more and the others, a lil' less. And the best part is, you get through with it. But not without your FRIENDS!!!


You meet them in the mess, looking around for someone to talk to, you meet them in your class while group formation for case presentations, you meet them in the college bus offering you the seat next to them and mildly flirting with you, you meet them in the White House (college canteen is what we called WH), you meet them when you are still new and looking for directions in the widespread college campus, you meet them while you are trying to look for someone to help with your luggage, you meet them while getting ragged, you meet them during the induction process (formally) and you meet them at the Fresher's Party (informally).

We all keep the memories of the time spent with our friends, very close to us. How can one forget walking out on 'The Shane Bond' telling him he has too much of attitude (I am very sure you guys won't be able to forget that incident), eating out at the roadside dhaba, visiting the temple next to the college religiously, sharp 12'o clock cake cutting/ getting dirty ceremonies, all those couples who were the topic of our endless discussions, french classes, volleyball, badminton, working till the wee hours of the morning for presentations, endless assignments, getting drunk and walking in the hostels with straight faces......pheewwww (never knew I had such a good memory) and still getting the time to enjoy your life to the fullest.

Those, indeed, were the best days of my life!!!

I know I can say that when God created the world and all the majestic things in it, when he streaked the heavens with radiant color and the earth with grand mountains and awe-inspiring canyons, when he painted the plains with waving grasses and erected noble forests of towering trees, he outdid it all by creating friends.

A very very close friend of mine gave me a call last night, after 2 long years. Last month, I met this another very very good friend of mine, after 2 years. The one thing common: we bonded at the same level. Nothing seemed different. It was like back to college again for us. Blessed are those who have such wondrous people around them.

You meet people who forget you. You forget people you meet. But sometimes you meet those people you can't forget. Those are your FRIENDS!!!

(P.S: We should totally plan a get together, sometime soon. All six of us.)












2 comments:

  1. awwwwwwwwwwwww tht wasss sweeet :) :) :)simply no words just feelin a bit nostalgic :) :)

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  2. lets add d 'lizard hunt' till 6 in d morning ;)

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