It’s been a while since I had the time or energy to sit down and write about anything. But as of yesterday, I suddenly have as much time as I want, and you might say this is me getting a bit drunk on that. Normally I’d refrain from writing long posts in English because it’s just not worth the social backlash. But now, even that has become insignificant. It’s funny how deeply the ending of one’s education, the end of a life of being a student, the end of carefree life and careless expenses, goes. Nothing like a cold splash of reality to make you sit up and take notice I guess.
The death of my own college education was a gradual one. The main reason being that we never realize when routines end. I never recognized the last time I ate homemade food in class, the last time I insulted a friend, or the last assignment I wrote. After a while, it all blends together into a mishmash you fondly (re)call as your college life. In some ways, this makes it easier to deal with. On the other hand, I constantly, desperately, and pointlessly catch myself wishing that it would all go on forever as if in a dream. I do not want my friendships to end, and yet I know most of them will. I want to shut everything out and say one more game, but there’s this acceptance deep down that makes me not do it. But I realize that I’m going on a morbid rant here and so I’d like to get back to the point. I would like to thank my college (still too early to call it my alma mater), the college union, and the team who took it upon themselves to organize a farewell/passing out ceremony, even with some pretty big odds stacked against them. It pleases me immensely that I was able to play my own small part in making the event a grand success. I think I speak for the whole batch when I say it granted a certain level of acceptance to all of us, as well as a chance to say our (hopefully not final) goodbyes and see-you-soons.
The idea of a farewell ceremony was by no means original. It had been floating around for quite some time and it almost made it last year, but was eventually dropped. Here, I must confess I was rather surprised by the college’s, especially the principal’s, interest in this. I still remember feeling amused and a bit annoyed when asked to cough up the funds for the farewell because at the time I was bleeding money like there was no tomorrow . I simply couldn’t see how anyone could even think about this for 5 minutes straight in the middle of KETCON, MUN, Sanskriti, final year projects, and god knows what else. Moreover, there was no precedent – no seniors to turn to for advise and the staff in charges couldn’t do much guiding. Not surprising when you consider the fact that nothing like this had ever been attempted in the history of the college.
Over the past year, I had become somewhat of an unofficial scribe for the various activities undertaken by the union. This is what led me to be a part of the OC. That, and the fact that most of the perpetual organizers had already gone home and the union couldn’t afford to be picky. Now, I’ve been part of a lot of events during my college life, but in retrospect, I feel like this is one of the events which gave me the most satisfaction. Perhaps it was the fact that it gave me a chance to work one last time alongside the dearest friends I’ve made in college. Perhaps it was the pleasant surprise of seeing my FB feed literally filled with photos & statuses about graduation day, and knowing that I played a part in making that happen. Perhaps it was watching a lot of proud parents, a lot of euphoric future engineers , and letting a lot of people say their proper goodbyes to each other. Whatever it was, I’m positive that this farewell, and the running around to make it a reality, will always be one of the most cherished memories I have of MACE and my college life.