So true, so realistic expression, it’s something that I relate to each phase, each change and transition of life.
May 6th 2010, the last day of my PG college, it could have been the most memorable day, it was but not the way it should have been.
A lot could have happened over a coffee, as it used to be, but it didn’t.
Still the moments were cherished, leavings things far behind.
The journey of my PG started from September 8, 2008, where I started with least expectations from a government institute, lacking a modern outlook, a old infrastructure, where there were whiteboards still the blackboards accompanied them, some old chairs, some broken ones, air conditioners were the need but everyone satisfied themselves with the open windows. The building and the spiral staircase with those hard stone walls, with bats hanging, pigeons roaming just gave a feeling of a jail as in constructed by the kings, emperors or may be britishers….
But getting above all this my aim was to learn, infrastructure didn’t meant much, as faculty ws good, better than some private ones here, and especially Professors like Kalpana Mam, an awesome teacher, a learned experienced person, and just an outstanding, intelligent, inspiring and beautiful human being.
Remembering the starting days, where unity was the motto against the TANASHAHI of seniors, but slowly the over small issues the class was divided and no one ruled.
Government institutes lack discipline, I would rather say the autocratic behavior and follow the democracy policy and with everything happening for the students and by the students, gives birth to politics, it was realized by us, where a political game was played to postpone the exams, ruin our training period, which could have been a life time experience, our first step towards practical life. Atrinnd the anger filled in hearts due to this, just crushed the broken pieces into bits and pieces.
Then came a phase where we became seniors, entry of notorious, ever smiling, leg pullers, and our super enthusiastic juniors. In front of them, I doubt we have showed off our seniority, it was in fact is a healthy friendship, time(waqt) flowed like sand with them, we struggled, we worked and enjoyed and learned a lot with each experience with them be it their fresher’s, conference and most importantly our farewell ( I loved the title of Miss DMS ;) :))
But along with the farewell phase came a phase where my thought that we all have fared well was proven wrong। A phase of emotional breakdowns, misunderstandings and reality checks, it feels as if relationship cycle follows the pattern of PLC (Product Life Cycle)
We came across lots and lots of parameters, love, affection, trust, truth, hopes, realization, priorities, patience, anger, grudge and many more…. Each parameter was s much attached, so much weighed on friendship, that friendship , the relation, lost its own meaning, just couldn’t bear this weight it tried a lot to hold but……………
The moments of laughing together, pulling each other’s leg, teasing around, being chivious and chirpy, playing truth and dare, revealing truth, predicting future with predictions chit game, walking upstairs to college, walking down the GT lane, hanging out at CCD, making each birthday a fun moment, clicking pictures, सबउसदिनबसयादबनकररहगए………
कोशिशकीकुछजोड़नेकी,
बीतीबातोकोछोड़नेकी,
परकहतेहैनरिश्तेरेशमकीडोरकीतरहहोतेहै,
एकबारटूटजाए,
चाहेसोचेगिठानकेसाथहीजीलिएजाए,
परवोगिठानभीनहीटिकती….
Time has passed and will pass by, who’ll be with you and who won’t be, you’ll never know.
Someone has rightly “Everyone feel that they are always right।” Yes, because one can feel the pain within, no one other can, your tears do show that you are hurt but you haven’t seen the other ones crying that doesn’t mean they are not in pain.
I hope so, hopefully, these words I have been using quite often, but what’s so special about it naaa….
It’s HOPE. Just few days back I came across an article on hope and just wanted to share the history of hope with you….
“Hope was personified in Greek mythology as Elpis. When Pandora opened Pandora's Box (Pandora was the first woman each god helped create her by giving her unique gifts in a box which when opened by her, unleashed many terrible things on mankind), she let out all the evils except one: hope. Apparently, the Greeks considered hope to be as dangerous as all the world's evils. But without hope to accompany all their troubles, humanity was filled with despair. It was a great relief when Pandora revisited her box and let out hope as well. It may be worthy to note that in the story, hope is represented as weakly leaving the box but is in effect far more potent than any of the major evils. In some faiths and religions of the world, hope plays a very important role. Hope can be passive in the sense of a wish or active as a plan or idea, often against popular belief, with persistent, personal action to execute the plan or prove the idea. Consider a prisoner of war who never gives up hope for escape and, against the odds, plans and accomplishes this. By contrast, consider another prisoner who simply wishes or prays for freedom, but without genuine hope, or another who gives up all hope of freedom.”
By the way I hope you didn’t find it boring, as it was interesting to me….
From the start of the day, we say at least I do
I hope my day goes well.
I hope I don’t get late.
I hope we have a free lecture today.
I hope my presentation goes well.
Hopefully I clear my interview.
I hope it’s my call.
Hoping to be accepted.
Hope they remember me.
I hope they miss me as much I do.
Everything will be fine, hope so……
HOPE has been though very positive, an optimistic outlook, but at times it’s painful as it leads to expectations and when these expectations are not fulfilled it hurts. Yes it does. Sorry for again relating things to expectations but seriously can’t help. Well that’s why I feel it has been called as one of the evils, which is painful but something we can’t live without.
Behind every wish there is hope,
Hope of the wish getting fulfilled,
But don’t you think it brings in certain uncertainty,
