I didn't know what to think...what to do. I was there, sitting ideally, absolutely clueless. Since morning I had been feeling like a sloth! Was it just the Monday morning blues? I was not sure. And, well, the morbid weather added more to that indolent feeling. I had been quiet for some hours then..sitting alone in my room, doing nothing. Even while writing, I leant against a wall, clumsily, halfway lying down, just supported on a pillow.
I looked out of the window to see my College building, not too far away from the hostel in which I stayed. There was the E-block, recently renovated. It got painted with a sober grey colour with off-white contrast- appropriate for educational institutions. I could see the equisite marbling on the floor, the glass doors that made it look somewhat like a mini-mall. I belonged here. I traded in Electrical Engineering.
I could also see the gardens underneath the tall building. I wondered how the robust and gigantic trees would appear if I looked down from the top of it. The garden used to be an unorganised parking space a couple of months back. It had all vehicles cluttered in almost a honeycomb maze pattern and there was a fuss everyday whilst anyone tried to find his way out!
I could see the students inside the block. I could hear them giggling and talking amongst themselves. But, I recognized that they were not of my batch. They were the freshmen. I was once a freshman here, too. I remembered, arriving at this college with a mixed feeling of fear and anxiety, but, with hope and a sense of freedom at the same time. I remembered, crying while holding my Mother when she was bidding me bye at the hostel and was leaving me on my own. I remembered, crying on trivial things back then, on birthdays, festivals and other such special occassions. So much had changed in me. And, it had changed for good, I suppose.
It had been nearly three years since I have been staying in this room, with my school-time friend as my bedmate. Indeed, life is not easy at an Engineering college. But, with these friends of mine, it certainly offered some relaxation to me! So much has changed here since the time I stepped inside those hefty and gigantic iron gates. The buildings, the people, and, me of course. I have learnt so much. I am still learning, by the way. But, yes, I had evolved so much. I had learnt to be wise, pragmatic and prudent. That didn't mean that I was patient and prudent while handling those never ending issues here. Tolerance to anything bad had bid me bye a long time ago. And, I had my ways to depict my intolerance toward some things and some people. I had learnt to say NO to people. I had learnt to fight for what is right and I had learnt to stand up for myself and for those who mean to me. I hope to be a better person with each passing day. I hope I remain more wishful and less regretful.
As I looked through the window, I saw a plethora of ideas and emotions all over. A thinking cloud and a baggage with everyone. They were so different from each other in so many aspects but still had so much in common! I remembered, not liking this place when I was new here. It took me a while to adjust here, properly. I did not understand the regional language of this place and wondered why did the people here deliberately speak in that language even when I were around! I secretly wished that these people landed up in France somehow, without knowing a tinge of French. :P But then, I have learnt to adapt. Now, I understood the language to a great extent. All is almost well.
This place has given me so many good and bad memories to remember. Its like that "Tedha hain, par Mera hain!" sort of possession I hold. I am going to miss it all, certainly. Hanging out with friends after the classes, those never ending lectures, the three hours of torture in the labs, the hostel fights and the pathetic hostel food- I was going to miss it all! All this has given me a whole new perspective towards life and has evolved me as a person.
As I wrote towards the end, I already had slipped wholly onto my bed, with the notepad hovering above my head and I, writing on it in a cobweb handwriting. I thought I should just stop blabbering and get my hands on the Quant material I was pretending to solve....
