The Day We Didn't Want

Farewell!!!!

!!!! The moments to be cherised for years to come!!!!!


The dictionary Says:

fare·well

1. An acknowledgment or expression of goodwill at parting [syn: word of farewell]
2. The act of departing politely; "he disliked long farewells"; "he took his leave"; "parting is such sweet sorrow" [syn: leave, leave-taking, parting]

But no matter how much hard you try no dictionary can really tell you what a gruelling and sad day farewell actually is. There was one in 10th when people were still immature and always looking for a place to get into good books of others, the time when Slam-Book were compulsory, the time when you are still at nut's end trying to figure out who you really are!!!

It is Engineering or in general during graduation the actual trueself can be guaged. What a life has it been?

It was morning 10'0 clock I get a call from USAian. It was on asking as a matter of fact when he is expected I got a shock. He wasn't even aware that there was farewell today. What a co-ordination and what an invitation? That's okay.. All throughout my mind was how should I be today? What should I talk?

I picked up chitti near the bunk. Just a moment ago I had brush with vijju, Fatso, nalli and Loki in the juniors car on their way. By 11:15 we were there in 99 MHz. Not exactly in 99 MHz but in the Banquet Hall. Chairs were all around and most of the people had already come. Juniors on one side, our seating to the left. It took quite a time to come to the atmosphere.

I just started off with the snap-session and took some bad snaps totally out of context and Ms. Laddo just took off from there and camera came back after an hour. Meanwhile I sat near Vijay to know how did he do in his Interview at IIM-B. Came to know he did well and i couldn't digest the fact that there were too many silent moments in his GD round. It shatters your way of thinking, i mean Institues like IIM's are the last places you would expect the pauses to be.

Then the actual feat began to surface. We were called one-by-one onto the stage and were asked to reel out our experiences. The first to get on was Mr. TALLER THAN TALLEST BUILDING guy...with public demand of course. Chitti followed next and I could sense his change in tone and the also change of emotions. The tinge has begun. Sometime later came my turn. For sometime I didn't know what to speak. This was the moment I had been waiting for quite a long time. I wanted to bid a proper Adios to all my wonderful class. But at that moment all I could feel was numbness with nothing to speak. Took some deep breaths and started off the days I spent with Chitti right from NIT Warangal, OU to IIT Bombay. Then came my vote-of-thanks to fatso..
who was there for me all through out my first Angladesha movie to the last right from the YEAR I/IV, some points on MAMU,following it up with ladies batch.

I should have talked a lot about lot of people who has made this four years so very memorable but with so much to talk about so many of them which in reality can never end I didn’t know how much to talk, in particular I thought I should have let all the people know my association with MAMU…

Long Long ago… Industrial Tour to be precise.

!!!!!!Mama in middle of Teen Mar!!!!!

The last day of our Trip. Two or three hours left to land up in Hyderabad. Tired of playing Rummy I sit by the side of the train window just staring outside with my mind full of events that have happened in those seven days of the trip. There comes this little fella with his golden words: “ hai ra mama” (which for the new comers (or) those who or not aware of is how he has come to be known..) and sits right across the ail. This is the second incident I can recall of how opinions about people change with only one small talk or with few moments spent together. Truth be told there wasn’t much between us except for the occasional hi-bye. I always thought he was one of those people who had nothing in mind except to chill out and enjoy the life which I never approve of. All put together I decided he isn’t a person I would want to be in touch with. We started off just like that on some random topic before centering on his CISCO program outside the college. I sat there listening to his coaching classes, his sister’s background, the flip-flop of his acads. For a moment I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could this really be him? Such a down-to-earth fellow whom it is hard to make out from the first association.

It is a great lesson I learnt not to judge people too quickly. As the days progressed he ventured into our group of four for our final year project and it is now I feel what a valuable friend I have gained. The other person who followed the suit in the same way is Alladi. I love Mass, says he and the door closes with a big cross on my mind. The same door opens during our placements and it is open ever since. With what I heard I expected him to be totally ruthless, insensitive, absolutely untenable and mass to the core. Yup…you are right. Everything proven wrong right to the core. I should have spoken it out.

!!!!!!Alladi....Not at all What I thought!!!!!

Back to where we were...to be continued…