Isn’t it ironic that when you finally sit to write the blog your net goes off… well I think that’s how life is… anyways getting bk to my ‘thoughts’…. So my nose is leaking like an open tap and head has taken inspiration from a volcano. Haven’t slept all night coz of I was busy trying to breath.
Well I went to college today in the middle of all this to get my fees refund. (Yea we’re getting a small amount back… so cool) in the office I can barely stand and my hand shiver while filling the unnecessary details. (Come on! It was the question of money... few hundred bucks all for me. Lol.) So we take our forms and enter the college premises. He lets us in from the back gate because we are not students anymore. And as we enter, there is a shrill sound ringing in my ears and suddenly something happens to me. It was the sound of the bell ringing… all of us almost startled and then break into a big grin… it has just been few months but feels like years we have experienced that feeling. The college atmosphere where people moving around in frenzy, some just sitting there for no apparent reason and guys are checking u out. The nostalgia took me back in time. Reminded me of the panwala outside which used to be our college campus. The laughter still rings in my ears like it was yesterday. The winks and smile and subtle flirting. Hours spent discussing religion and politics. I wonder how all of us have changed and moved on so fast and away. The bored, loserish teens have turned into career making over ambitious adults. I wish things get back to the way they were and in the midst of my thoughts suddenly…
I am about to trip on the steps and my friend catches me, and brings me back to reality. She laughs at how clumsy I have always been. And I realise not much has changed. Our life is habituated living around each other. To catch when one of us falls or pretend to fall when everyone does. We still have our old habits, we still have vivid discussions on religion and politics and absolute random arguments over a stone. The girls keep cribbing about men and boys still keep trying to get some. The flirting has turned into full-fledged flings. ‘Basic Instinct’ still amuses us and ‘Rang De Basanti’ makes us weep over our college life. Life moves on changes happen. Most of them which we do not like in the beginning, but the deep rooted philosophy, of complex relationships, that we learn and experience lives in us forever. That’s how life is you cherish memories and move on. And once in a while rewind time by a simple ring of the bell.
We are just about to leave and just when I am hailing for an auto rickshaw, my friends stops me. We know we can afford an auto as we are not broke and begging for pocket money, but still we decide to go by our same old bus 253 and try and relive our old memories. And as we get into the crowded bus I smile at my friend who is reflecting the exact same thoughts.
