Don't know why but missing college a lot today. It was the best time of life.
Felt so nostalgic that ended up writing a note on facebook. But how can facebook have something which my blog doesn't!!! Here its goes:
The three most beautiful years of my life..
Those were the days...
When the college reopened in July,
And we settled in OUR studio.
When we queued up in the office to get our i-cards renewed,
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
Yet managed to reach for VK's class at 8:40,
and those who didn’t somehow managed to sneak in.
We learnt making notes in the SMS lingo (if at all we made),
And saw our teachers progressing from PPT to FCP..
We started first with getting notes photocopied,
and advanced to posting them on the yahoo group.
The same group which today no one uses.
When we fought with one another over i-macs & e-macs,
PD-170s & edit bays during & after the shoots.
When we used to be scared of touching things in the studio,
As they always had a price tag attached!
A price we couldn’t afford to pay!
When we had lunch in classrooms, stairs, canteen, under the trouble tree,
but not in the studio,
still don’t why but the studio used to smell of choco-chip cookies!
When a Simon's class in the week's Time Table,
was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!!!!
When Vikrant Sir used to get home cooked lunch for us,
When Yogi Mam use to call everyone home to either blast or treat us, or both!
When Laili Mam used to chat with us like just one of us girls!
When we used to watch movies in the studio,
lying down on floor,
but always keeping an eye on the door.
When few rushed at 10 to "Conquer" back rest for the saturday workshops.
When we used to walk out of workshops,
Since we didn’t like the guest’s “attitude”!
When hindi classes almost always called for a Mass bunk.
Computer classes were considered useless,
as we always thought “what will you teach a Pro!”
When cut-copy-paste were our favorite commands!
When our reviews were returned with “Copied from the net. Came & meet” written on them!When our productions were our babies & “jugaad” was our middle name.
When our group was the best group, if we made them.
And the worst group, if Vikrant sir made them!
When the NCR gang used to be first to land up in college,
And the Camp ones were the last ones to enter!
When committees were formed for Misce-en-scene, Parampara, and Kshitij ki aore.
And the one-month long preparations for them.
When we had no money in our pockets.And even ate at hospital’s canteens.
When we used to conti for MCD’s burgers!
Or get a cake for Vikrant Sir from Sethi’s, when we felt that we have let him down.
When we went to kashmiri gate metro station 2 have a burger,
Or the Exchange store to have a muffin!
When we had stressful productions, internships and EXAMS,
But enjoyed every bit of it!
When we used to work from early morning to night,
Sometimes even seven days a week,
And felt extremely proud of ourself!
When the whole college considered the BMMMC girls to be the most arrogant,
snobbish & bitchy females born on this planet,
And we knew they are not only right but also JEALOUS!!!!
When we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job or clear entrance exams.
Gone are the days when we truly belonged to a recession-proof world!
When we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
When we sat to chat with friends on stairs or the studio floor.
Now we its just the facebooks or gtalks where we chat!
When we shouted on the road, sat on the floor!
Today we have “cushion-jobs” with our very own workstations!
But no time to connect with those friends,
who at point were the most important people in our life.
When we learnt, we enjoyed,
we played, we sang,
we won, we lost,
we laughed, we cried,
we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So many crushes, so many heart breaks,
So many bitching sessions, so many stories,
So many wishes, so many dreams,
So much of love, so much trust,
So much experience, all this and more.
Those were the days, the best days of my life.
When life was so simple,
so true & honest.
When we were not scared to love, to trust,
to lose, to let go,
to give, to receive,
to trip, to fall,
to fumble, to stumble,
to just take life each day at a time.
Gone are those days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever, ever and ever.
i tod you this earlier and i am saying this again... reading this made me miss my college days... ah those were the days... when the most stressful time was when the exams were approaching and that was also not that stressful ;)
ReplyDeletehahaha!! yes looking back today we do realise that it was not that stressful!! but thats life na...as we move forward we feel that yesterday was simple...more so when we compare it to the complex today!
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