‘Phir le aaya, ye dil majboor… Kya kijiye…
Raas na aaya, rehna door… Kya kijiye…’
(This miserable heart has brought us here again. What can we do?
It didn’t like staying away. What can we do?)
These last few days at my college has been quite eventful, perhaps even more than 50% of the rest of the four years. And, as the sky turned violet with the setting sun, I realized that this college gave me a link with so many other people (don’t expect a number too high though, since class of 2016, for example, is only 124 folks) whom I wouldn’t have ever possibly met and connected with.
We have, as individuals and in groups, cursed the college many times over the years for various reasons – some very major ones and some minor ones – but this is one thing I cannot take away from the things it gave us. It gave me all these people, though I didn’t get along with all of them, over my stay of four years where so many lives connected on a single junction that was this college.
So now, when it is time to say goodbye, it is difficult to proceed through the sorrow of the loss of this connection. I will undoubtedly lose most of these connections, due to negligence if not something else, in future and they will leave a hole in me as time passes – only to be replaced, if that is even possible. It is a strange feeling to be grateful to something we took, as a personal responsibility, to blame for all the bad things that happened to us (though it was guilty several times).
But in the end, the words that really matter are only two.