Initially i am not that happy while writting this blog, but i am realistic, sad a bit , and going to let you all explore through the finally ending journey that all of you might have come across, especially the final year students, of wbut , (those are what i am particularly aware of)
remember the very begging of the college days??????
let me go to the flashback for a while..
wao a college,i am in will be with a lot of fun, full of facilites and then what not?
personally for me. it was like a heartbreak.
it was not the actual one that i really had dreamt of "surely not many get the college of their own choices", i was the one among them too.
although with satisfaction it was the start of a journey , some sort of ragging , in the form of proposal, whom you barely know, fear of the seniors , and then the semester exams are there opened up, for you to take into the gaint mouth, with the hii and byee, and introduction , we dont come across what actually is there, how are we going to pass,??? these questions really haunts you , and yes finally after the semester, we come to know the heroes and the zeroes, you come close to each other as your friends,
some gets girlfriends, while other finds mere a friend of their choices,
a series of proposals and refusals, a series of love and care, some small fights that raminds you of the compactness with your friends,
some highs and the lows and some why and how?
some becomes good friends, some are not there with you , you call someone, in the party .
blaming the subject teacher for your semester results, causing confusion and agin coming close , a series of come and go situation ,
we pass our first year of the college and miss the most valuable time,
some inculcate the habit of reading, some never reading
"abe yar chotha hai na, chal kam ho jaega"
i am much sure , this term chotha will play a major role in your academic career,
all goes out in a moment,,
in my case the final day is 30/5/2015(the day of the final moments spent in the college , and a sleepness night spent together with friends)
i know not , how many of them will stay in touch with us ,, but then we never loose hope,
there will not be bunks anymore
the proxy we will miss
fighting for the tiffin daily will be recalled(sumit kar was the one in the final years)
No more arguments on the marks, ("abe tera kitna aya ?")
the decisions to talk to sir for any topic and the background sound("saale fattu kahi ka "), are not to be listened anymore
the ragging state of uuvraj sahani "jahanpana tussi great ho taufa kubul karo "
these things , my god, passed so soon, help we could hold the times
all vanished in a moment , no more judgemental and sentimental comments ;;
no more papsses of the blush that sparked on the faces of friends , no more pagalpanti, no more canteen hours , no more mass bunks, no more time as well .
see, where have we come. but friends a humble one
"saalo sab karna par bhul na jana . manata hoon time kam hoga , toh soch lena ki sone ke lie v time kam padata hai kya, "
kabhi nind na aaye toh khatte , mithe yade yad kar lena
.
mast tha wo waqt, sai thi wo duniya,
jane kis mod pe ake, mil jaye hum sab toh.
fir se khil jaye wo hasin sapne ,
jaha na chahte hue v sabhi the apne
remember the very begging of the college days??????
let me go to the flashback for a while..
wao a college,i am in will be with a lot of fun, full of facilites and then what not?
personally for me. it was like a heartbreak.
it was not the actual one that i really had dreamt of "surely not many get the college of their own choices", i was the one among them too.
although with satisfaction it was the start of a journey , some sort of ragging , in the form of proposal, whom you barely know, fear of the seniors , and then the semester exams are there opened up, for you to take into the gaint mouth, with the hii and byee, and introduction , we dont come across what actually is there, how are we going to pass,??? these questions really haunts you , and yes finally after the semester, we come to know the heroes and the zeroes, you come close to each other as your friends,
some gets girlfriends, while other finds mere a friend of their choices,
a series of proposals and refusals, a series of love and care, some small fights that raminds you of the compactness with your friends,
some highs and the lows and some why and how?
some becomes good friends, some are not there with you , you call someone, in the party .
blaming the subject teacher for your semester results, causing confusion and agin coming close , a series of come and go situation ,
we pass our first year of the college and miss the most valuable time,
some inculcate the habit of reading, some never reading
"abe yar chotha hai na, chal kam ho jaega"
i am much sure , this term chotha will play a major role in your academic career,
all goes out in a moment,,
in my case the final day is 30/5/2015(the day of the final moments spent in the college , and a sleepness night spent together with friends)
i know not , how many of them will stay in touch with us ,, but then we never loose hope,
there will not be bunks anymore
the proxy we will miss
fighting for the tiffin daily will be recalled(sumit kar was the one in the final years)
No more arguments on the marks, ("abe tera kitna aya ?")
the decisions to talk to sir for any topic and the background sound("saale fattu kahi ka "), are not to be listened anymore
the ragging state of uuvraj sahani "jahanpana tussi great ho taufa kubul karo "
these things , my god, passed so soon, help we could hold the times
all vanished in a moment , no more judgemental and sentimental comments ;;
no more papsses of the blush that sparked on the faces of friends , no more pagalpanti, no more canteen hours , no more mass bunks, no more time as well .
see, where have we come. but friends a humble one
"saalo sab karna par bhul na jana . manata hoon time kam hoga , toh soch lena ki sone ke lie v time kam padata hai kya, "
kabhi nind na aaye toh khatte , mithe yade yad kar lena
.
mast tha wo waqt, sai thi wo duniya,
jane kis mod pe ake, mil jaye hum sab toh.
fir se khil jaye wo hasin sapne ,
jaha na chahte hue v sabhi the apne
