One Last Time

One last time:

No, don’t get all happy, this is not one last time of me writing.

Today, I want to describe what is like to love a cluster of people and then lose them. Today, I want to describe what it is like to leave your “home” and come to another. Well, not technically other home, “Your, you don’t know you’re going to miss this place” home, “ you don’t like it yet” home, “ it was your happy place” home.

I write this today, looking back at so many of my “today, I will work”, “ today, I am not going to bunk”, “today, my grades will rise”, “today, I will not look back”.

But, this time I want to look back, I want to shed a tear, I want to pat my back benchers for all the entertainment, I want to thank the scholars for handling well all the “ Assignment kya the” questions. I want to tell the “ I don’t give a fuck people” that it’s finally time we let off our guard and see that it is time to give a fuck.

It was not easy, no.. IT WAS SO HARD. It was hard to count down days till going home, it was so hard to spend one day smiling when it was killing you to not be able to attend all those functions with your family. It was not easy to have gathered the courage of coming back knowing I am going to break again. What kept us going you ask? US.. we kept each other going. We hated, we celebrated, we fought, we taught. And in all those ups and downs we got close, we understood.

When I look back and compare the past with the present, I see “my forever”.

ONE LAST TIME are not just 3 words, it is a feeling, a feeling of joy, for all the united days, it is a feeling of remorse, for all that drama and trauma, it is a feeling of fear, of might not being able to connect like this again, it is a feeling that says and best describes what we all mean to each other. It is a tribute to the man who kept us going, the man who had our back. One man, one parent like figure, who helped and guided each and every one of us. With our one last time, it is also his. (That is something to be happy about, If you what I mean, You know, with us gone :p)

People have talked, judged, praised us all, but we.. We have stood by each other.. yes, not always, but most of the times. Why? Because, it was not a show, it was not a choice, it was a decision, a promise, a bond. It is beyond the vision that you saw of 33 people sitting in Room no. 504 for 3 years.It is the laugh of discussing how to dodge the assignments, that playground at the back while playing cricket, singing happy birthday song just to waste 5 minutes of every 1 and a half hour lecture. It is a room that says “We are the first batch legacy, We are here to stay”.

Didn’t we ever fight? Almost every week.. Didn’t we bitch about our classmates? Almost every day.. Didn’t we have that grading dispute? Almost every sem.. Didn’t we have the politics going on? Almost every minute.. Didn’t we still try to be with each other after all that? Almost every second..

That mattered. Just that mattered.

One last time, I want to be nostalgic ( in public) One last time, I feel like showing off (in public),

One last time, I want to thank everyone and shout and carve it in all your minds that I will miss you SO bloody much.

One last time I want to mention us.. We were, the very first, FC2013-2017 and I hold the utmost pride in telling we were led by the very best.

One Last Time, not just a “#” line, it is the easiest way of saying, We will miss our fucked up 9-5 during our more fucked up 9-6.

#growingup #class #bond #forever