It’s that time of life when every
goodbye scares the hell out of people, thinking when we shall meet again. It is
that time, when everything happens for the last time but we keep reminding each
other of the first times.
The first friend, the first eat-out, the first class, the first bunk all of these suddenly becomes of utmost value and at times brings about tears to one’s eyes which silently roll down and leave a smile on the lips before falling off the cheeks. It is a time when you are not sure if you are happy that it happened or sad that it came to an end. I too remember a few firsts of our college life and I would like to keep a list of memories to talk about when we meet again.
Orientation week, when we were told a lot of things which we hardly heard because we were busy sleeping. The first day of class, MBA Block 2nd Floor, as my nervous steps took me inside the classroom which was already filled with quite a few students,
I realized this isn't school anymore. Day 3 order it was and we didn't meet our Class In-charge on the first day of college, instead we were welcomed by our maths faculty for the semester. I meaningless introduction happened in the beginning of each section as if the teachers remembered anyone’s name.
The next class was English, in which we were asked to introduce our neighbors. That actually made a lot of sense and broke the ice for many people. Many other firsts followed soon, the first CT, first models, first semester exam and much awaited first going back home.
The first big group outing was to Bessy beach. Waking people up early in the morning to catch the first local and then the fun in the beach and breakfast after that and lest I forget the infinite photos in between. Wish we did more of that.
The first big eat out at Mahindra City. Thanks to Prantik, Dikshya, Shreyasi, Ayush and Sanjula. While the heat of Chennai got the better of a few but the walk towards and back was the best part of the day apart from the food of course.
As the years moved on, some bonds became stronger and some not so much and thus, all the firsts after that would be different for different people until we went as a group to Salem for the industrial visit. Like always the purpose of visit became secondary and the having fun became primary.
One more first would be our first mass-bunk which came pretty late in the end of the third year, though it technically was not a mass-bunk, but the bad-ass in me would like to call it that.
There are a lot of more firsts which I could add to the list but I would leave it for the comments of people reading this.
Whatever it might be, we had a heck of a class and we made a lot of people jealous and made a lot of eyes turn. It is inevitable to part ways in a few days from now but with a promise to meet again whenever we get a chance.
