As we grow up, a set of family surrounds us, our friends.
While distance always crawls up in between, you know many of your friends, you
cannot say bye to, they live close by, in the same city, festivals and family
functions provides enough reason and opportunities to meet and catch up.
And while growing up, you dream of a few things. You make a
resolution to get as much as possible, with available resources and time. One
of mine was to stay away from home, experience unbinding time & space and create
unforgettable experiences.
And on the way, I met people and made friends with them, that are hard to
say bye to, now.
I did expect to make friends, and I did. Not a few, but
many. It began with sharing. Sharing a room, sharing a classroom, sharing
interests, sharing capacities, sharing dreams. Studying in a residential
institute for the first time, I got to know people like never before, and they
became close.
I saw what I expected and much, unexpected. An invincible
talent pool, people with extraordinary capabilities. I was left, even more
speechless, to see people experience goodness and return it doubly. I only
understood friendship, or so do I think, here.
It has become a bit too hard to loose these friends. Loose
to time, loose to distance, loose to who they are. And to realise why it is
hard, is even more painful, it is because of the shared experiences with them. There
won’t be more time at hand, to create these experiences, at least for me.
How they do not allow you to fall at any rate, any time – in
the classroom, in a relationship, in an interview, in your conduct. How they
want you to stay with them, because they know you and want you to be
comfortable. How they recall and appreciate what others had to say to them or
did for them, and they make these conversations and experiences, the basis for
lifetime conduct. How they make you realise who you are, what are your fears,
what are your strengths. How they sacrifice their sleep to pick or drop you,
otherwise not bothering to get up for even a class or to write an exam. How
people grew up, from the funny induction program to last day. How they hold
you, when you believe there is no one to do it. How they walk with you, even when
you left them when they needed you.
Thanks to the placement cell, and these friends, I leave
with a job. A job to keep me occupied, a job to stop the incessant tears, a job
to take the empty hollow feeling away. Until the convocation hours, where one could be a kid,
once again, if only for a while.
