Some of us will remain with some of us but most of us will navigate alone… in this unknown other shore of the sea....
We all are gathering
outside hotel Infinity, waiting every one of us to come before we together walk
in the farewell party organized ny our juniors for us. One after one...
couples, love buds, trio-pals, newly wedded couple, group of friends have started
arriving. All are in Saari and Shervaani, a dress code our juniors requested
for us... I am watching these wet eyed smiling faces. They all were strangers
some two years ago. They all were looking like chicks on that induction day
organized by our seniors. I am recalling a year old time when my seniors were
all cried in the shoulder of each other on their farewell night thrown by us.
We forced some of our seniors to propose their one-side lover as this may be
the last chance to do so... This year, it appears that such propose game will not
be required. Our batch will record a history in IIPS for maximum number of
crushes, love weddings and heart breaks... as if during our MBA 'fall in love' was the subject of specialization.
I am exceptionally graced with the hobby of day dreaming, I can imagine the scenes as perfect as I am watching any movie in theater. I mentally closed my eyes to recall my first day of college.....
It was raining nah... It
was drizzling when I was walking in the corridors of DAVV Taxshasila
campus on the first day of my MBA life... Musical morning, everyone
passing by was noticing my crime of hiding giggles inside my lips.
Light yellow shirt and
black gray trouser with a 'nakali wala' rayban ka chashmaa.
I was feeling like most dashing dude on the earth because that's what I knew
about MBA. However that smile of joining a new-new college where new-new girls
will also join new-new degree had a denting pain of possible ragging from the
seniors. 18th July, we had been summoned there... yes summoned....
College
was especially adorned that day... very uniquely with fuzzi
glittering cloths, ribbon and trendy cartoons. Calligraphic chart papers were
showing us directions for where to go.... for the first time I had been treated
that gracefully. Two girls were standing on the doors, pasted kum-kum on my
forehead and greeted me with red-rose bud. I was bubbling inside only to
realize that those were my seniors. The wow effect did not last longer than a
minute when I realized that our seniors will peal us to naked today before they
finally butcher us.
Today, all those teasing stunts have turned to melodious memories.
We feel so happy when some senior couple announces their marriages in Facebook.
It becomes the matter of hour’s gossip among us... I wish in coming tomorrows,
our beloved juniors will feel same like we do.
A friend dragged me out of my neural world and we started walking
into the hall of farewell. One after one... in a group of two or three... Teasing
each other... prickling, praising, girls of my class are looking so gorgeous
like never before, they are in their best capacity of looking heart crushing
material. Perfumes of all kind are fumed in the chilling air-conditioned hall.
Every junior is looking
happy, graceful and courteous to us... every classmate of mine is having heavy
heart along with happy lips. We are hiding our pain of separation in
our smiles so much so that our cheeks are sensing the pain
of stretching too long for too much time.
As a usual backbencher,
I am sitting at the last corner seat. Watching everyone from my perfect angle
of personal eye... mute, lost... all time least bothering creature. Today
loving buds of my class are holding their hands tighter than usual
and those who have not declared their relationship in public, but
quite a few knows them, are also appearing more close to each other. Everybody
is careful for every ones behavior, watching like a third eye of media...
everyone's Facebook app is on standby in the mobile.... Camhawk geeks are
gadget ready to capture every glimpse of this farewell eve. Ready to click
and publish... My lips are wide for those who are happy and eyes are wet
for those who are feeling the end of journey.
In a boat, in this long
sea, for two long years... with beautiful co-travelers… for many storms and jaw
dropping sky views... many lovely sunrises, many partying sun sets, Many heart
breaks, many love buds.... we are now nearing the other shore of the sea. From
here, we all have different destinies to walk. Some of us will remain with some
of us but most of us will navigate alone… in this unknown other shore
of the sea....
Our juniors made two liners for depicting
the character of everyone. As a tradition every junior batch does
this to their seniors every year... I have been termed as 'The Ocean of
imaginations' argumentatively acceptable especially when that
cute junior herself confessed that she specially my two-liner exclusively.
It became hurricane news for my gadget buff classmates to bang me on FB walls.
We danced like maniac...
more we recalled that we are dancing together for the last time...
more monstrous we danced... all that perfume fumed into sweat or perhaps
those thin droplets of tears we skillfully wiped off while dancing…. Tunes after
tunes! We wished to dance till eternity but destiny made her call…..
A farewell is a formal bid of bye-bye, a few classes, a few
exams, vivas... freaky formalities keeps us chested to college for a
little more while but than a sense non-belonging holds the very nerves when we
walk in the corridors of classrooms. Those same corridors, welcoming us
some two years ago are bidding us last bye... everything, everyone have turned
away. They are planning to welcome some new of our kind... these corridors will
be afresh for those who will come here in a few months... to feel what we felt,
to do what we did, to fun the way we fun... to leave the way we are leaving....
wo ek se the, ya ek hi the, ya ek hone ko the,
har haath, bichhadte saath ke saath... khone ko the...
yaadein maddhim si jali, lav bani, fir kalrav bani,
doobati shaam me shamaa ki tarah... sab rone ko the...
har syahi, har lafz, har ek ahd-e-wafa,
aansoo me, aanchal me, ya rumal me... sanjone ko the....
koi baat thi, koi saath thi, koi saath ki firaak me thi,
mogare se, maala se, moti se mere yaar... sab bikharne ko the...
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