Game Over

It was not until I saw tears in my friend’s eyes when we went to see off him, I realized that everything that was ever told to me about parting and everything that I never took seriously or I can say most of us didn’t really understand the meaning of which, became so alive and meaningful. But now when it has come right in front of me with all its ugliness, I am sorry about using such a hideous word to describe parting which is a part of change and symbolizes the continuity, as some people say change is for good but I can’t help myself as it fills everything around me with a blank, a damn total blank. I am afraid of every thought that comes into my mind and I am in there without my friends. With a flash of thought that possibly I would never be able to see them again, suddenly every minute moment spent with friends seem to flash in front of my eyes just as the whole life revolves around a drowning man just before the last moment.
Although it was four long years that we as a group spent together, sharing everything from a drafter to top secrets, it seems everything just vanished away in a few moments. It was just yesterday when we used to spent our priceless time drinking tea and discussing world politics, sharing our love stories, smoking cigarettes some taking their first puff some last(as they have pledged to quit, although it rarely happens that way). There were so many things said and much more than that left to be say.
Classrooms were not less interesting either; I suppose except a few front benchers almost everyone including me improved their English in here, be it a novel or newspaper we read everything except what teacher taught. There was one thing we should be really thankful to our teachers, the bollywood knowledge we have, classrooms seem to be perfect place and periods the perfect timing for playing that “fill-in-the-blank-bollywood-movie-name” game (I don’t exactly know the name of the game and I seriously doubt if one really exists), everyone seem to have mastered the game by year end and even movies like Pyasi Chudail and Khatmal Ka Bachpan didn’t go blank. Tea breaks after every period were a must after all we did a daring job of spending a whole 50 minutes in the classroom listening to all the gibberish the teacher say and doing everything to control not being asleep.
Love stories were a prominent part of the class, there were a few most popular pairs which I cannot name but hope that they do not degrade into forthcoming categories, a few Devdas thrown away by Paro’s and waiting for their Chandramukhi’s, a few members of the FOSLA (Frustrated One Sided Lovers Association common term among boys and an amusing term for girls), and rest of them born bachelors like me, wait….. did someone say liar-liar. And guess what? The most striking part was the day when a proposal was rejected, it was almost a Christmas for the people around the boy, and a doomsday for the guy himself, well girl never seems to have a problem with it.
Although many of us including me would never say it but believe it by heart that these were the most beautiful years of their life spent till now. I actually didn’t ever liked my college, I mean nor was I fond of teachers around here neither was the college administration so inspiring. I guess I won’t even remember where my classrooms were or on which computer I completed my project but for sure no matter how hard I try I could never forget the people around me, my friends, my classmates, my seniors, my juniors they are all so nice it’s almost impossible to find such a gathering of intellectual, inspiring, affectionate in a way awesome people at one place. With the final days gone it’s all over physically but I am sure the days will live forever in our hearts.

For People I Love
Arshad