It's 5 PM, 8th May 2007, and i am standing at the PA system right in front of the poltu tree waiting for the taxi to arrive. Couple of friends have gathered to bit me good bye ..
It was a very nostalgic moment for me, 4 years at IIT had given m
e soo much, but the most precious were the friends with whom i shared my joys, sorrows .. my secrets ..
I still remember the day when i first entered my room, small, delapidated, covered with mud and cobwebs as if it had not been occupied for years. I cried at the very sight of it, 'Dad!! i can't live here for 5 long years'. It took me some time to adjust, but after that i never felt it was small. The only time i faced space crunch was during exams when 5 of us used to get cramped inside and study endlessly. Thankfully that was less th
an 5 percent of my time at IIT. 4 years have passed and today i m vacating the room, i feel as if a part of me is lost. With a heavy heart i leave the door wide open for the first time after years.
As i sit in taxi, with my computer and luggage neated tucked at the top, i could barely manage to hold my tears. To an outsider it may seem like a 'vidai smaroh', its only when you are in that moment you realise its true essence. Last ten minutes had gone by embracing each other, bidding good bye .. it truely was a vidai samaroh
It was a very nostalgic moment for me, 4 years at IIT had given m
e soo much, but the most precious were the friends with whom i shared my joys, sorrows .. my secrets ..I still remember the day when i first entered my room, small, delapidated, covered with mud and cobwebs as if it had not been occupied for years. I cried at the very sight of it, 'Dad!! i can't live here for 5 long years'. It took me some time to adjust, but after that i never felt it was small. The only time i faced space crunch was during exams when 5 of us used to get cramped inside and study endlessly. Thankfully that was less th
an 5 percent of my time at IIT. 4 years have passed and today i m vacating the room, i feel as if a part of me is lost. With a heavy heart i leave the door wide open for the first time after years.As i sit in taxi, with my computer and luggage neated tucked at the top, i could barely manage to hold my tears. To an outsider it may seem like a 'vidai smaroh', its only when you are in that moment you realise its true essence. Last ten minutes had gone by embracing each other, bidding good bye .. it truely was a vidai samaroh
