An Absolute End to the First Phase of My Life

Today was an end to the greatest journey I have ever made, a journey with the most companions ever, a journey with the greatest moments to cherish, a journey no less than life itself. Today was my farewell, a goodbye offered by my juniors to me, and all my friends.


The day started in a rather mundane manner, not special in any way whatsoever. Waking up at 6 has become a habit and today I broke this habit by going one further and waking 15 minutes earlier than my alarm would wake me. When the alarm finally went off, I felt somewhat stupid thinking, "I'm not even going to take a bath, what the hell am I going to do for an hour ?!" My faithful and constant partner betrayed me after a very, very long time. My television had nothing interesting on for the first time in eons( And by eons i mean about 16 hours). Roaming around the house, trying to find a window from where I could spot the sun rise, was quite an interesting study of the angles offered by my flat, although I don't remember spotting anything even remotely shiny. Dense Fog covered everything.

I went back to my room, contemplating what can be done to make my dull morning more interesting. I called up a couple of my friends, arranged to meet them at the Gariahat-Rashbehari Ave. crossing at precisely 7.15 am. One of them ditched me saying there was some problem with his uniform and he would be late. The other was on time. Most surprisingly, I was on time too, and just in time to catch the same bus as my friend was in. I told him, "I'm all prepared to cry today, and I'm sure I will". He was unwilling to accept, giving me the wry look. I was convinced though, I was absolutely convinced.

Going back to school after weeks, and for the very last time, seeing the sleek renovations, I felt like I want to study in this institution all over again. And not necessarily in another life! I realized how tremendously lucky I have been all my life, having friends such as I do. There has never a lack of support, a lack of advice, a lack of help, something I can say with my chest inflated to two and a half times it's size. I love them.

We spent almost 3 hours hanging about the canteen, our Mecca. Stuffing myself like that was something I had totally forgotten, snatching food from my friends was a blurry memory until then. We were all so happy. So happy and satisfied. And then I was also treated to 18 balls of chocolate, out of which I donated 3 out of sheer compassion for my chums. The other 15 were bloody fulfilling.

The show itself was anything but spectacular. A couple of hastily compiled songs and speeches. A couple of videos which really did take us down memory lane. By the end of one them, I was quite literally shivering due to a major adrenaline rush. It was scary how nostalgic I was feeling back then. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep during the prayer and thankfully my over-intelligent African friend timely woke me up. And we were standing while praying. Honest.

Lunch was not an elaborate affair, as I had hoped it would be. I was in fact, saving my appetite for it. I had stolen coupons for dessert too, although I did return them, again out of sheer compassion for my chums. They say that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I guess that is why I didn't cry today, my stomach was deprived beyond repair.


Saying all that I have, I am satisfied. School is over. Phase One is complete. Phase two is months away. I can't wait. Perhaps I'll write this all over again someday. I can't wait.