I want to write about my four years in college, which are just about to end.These are difficult experiences to write about for a single person, for they form collective memories, the kind you'll talk about if a group of friends meet after many years. It is too overwhelming for me to write about these 'wonderful years',but since time never stops and things fade off, i'll write whatever i can.
Four years, eight semesters is a deceptive time scale.When i look back at it, i don't see time neatly divided into days,weeks,semester or years. It appears instead that i'm looking through a distorting lens,which makes time appear to have followed a large number of different scales.Some days appear distant and blurred while some are magically brought near into clear vision,regardless of their chronological order. It makes me feel at times that the whole period has been too short and at times it has been too long.
Time has passed too slow on the scale of academic and i have to make an effort to recall my first year courses and teachers.Then there is a time scale of friendship, on which time scale has passed fast. I feel I haven't known my friends enough to say goodbye already.i want to spend some more time with them.Some inactive days, weeks are totally wiped out, but of some I have retained a video memory.
People have been the best part of the experience. After knowing them for a while, it was surprising how similar we are, and again how different each one of us is.We have our own lingo, our own intra-stereotyping, our own stories, our own set of moral-codes and our own survival fundas. We therefore have all the elements of a mini-culture, and being a part of that culture turns out to be more important than being a part of the institute.
Among places, there's Cafe, Nescafe, CAC, Library, places where a person inevitably finds himself spending a lot of time (not to forget the hostels).There are many other moments, I don't know what I can write about them, sometimes it was just a shared mood which made us celebrate nothing in particular, sometimes it was a running joke that climaxed, sometimes a treat for something happy that found its way into our lives after all!
The "relationship" hasn't been without ample hatred and resentment at times. But whether it was good or bad, whether you loved it or hated it, when you spend four years of your life at some place, specially the time when you are 18, 19, 20 and 21, in a way, the place becomes "yours" and it is difficult to ignore it, or to have unmixed feelings for it.
....in the end,no matter what but
"i'm really gonna miss this place,i'm gonna miss my college days"
