Ending days are near here, the bells will soon toll, and I look back to the four years that changed everything…
July, 2004, I forget the exact date (possibly the 5th); the day that this batch of JU-CSE began. Sixty odd boys and girls came together, on that most auspicious of days, and then it all began.
Some were lucky, for they saw familiar faces; friends from previous days…even rivals (for the word meant something back then). Others were luckier still, everyone was a stranger to them, and everyone was a potential friend. And everyone had a dream (yes all of us dreamt back then, and I believe they dreamt BIG; no restrictions were possible, no reservations apt).
… … … and oh yes!!! Everyone was ready to fall in LOVE!
The seniors were marvelous! And we experienced our share of the moolah called ragging. Not that we did not like it! Something so purely unconventional has its charms. So started our first semester… and that charm I was talking about! We finally had to give in to it, some as soon as the first semester (I was always a late bloomer and it took me three bloody semesters to be as charming as that) while some as late as few months back… … … and without much ado it can be safely said that the circle is now complete; “All them bastards have finally been deported to neverland, Capitan. And look at them fools; they are smiling with their dirty teeth out! Argh!” Charming indeed!
“Four years!” as soon as this phrase comes to my mind I let out a deep sigh. Has it been that long? “Twenty odd days left, possibly a month”- is it going to be so soon?
The time that is past, cannot be lived again, but the time that is to come… can’t we slow it down? To beat time we must run at least as fast as light, and that is precisely what I have been doing, what we all have been doing, running here and there in the campus’ field (and did you think we love playing cricket?!!!) and when tired lying thereupon (the grass was never so green nor did it ever smell so sweet; and the weather so frightfully beautiful!).
“Have you ever seen a supernova? A star explodes into a thousand pieces, each finding its way away from where the star used to be, away from each other as well- like sparks flying in all directions.”
Have I seen a supernova? .......... No. That is to say, not yet.
Lying there on the field, as we look up at the evening sky, the stars seem much closer now, as if all have gathered to witness the spectacle, our very own SUPERNOVA!
When men die it is not beautiful (and I am not much into romanticism that glorifies death); but we are not dying anyway… it’s just a metaphorical death, this. And the good thing with metaphors is that you can embellish them further. We began with dreams, yes? Some were lost in the way, and new ones took their place. Very well! We shall drink tonight and every following night to the health of the newest addition to our collection, the dream that this death is going to be beautiful for a change!
Amen! [chorus]
July, 2004, I forget the exact date (possibly the 5th); the day that this batch of JU-CSE began. Sixty odd boys and girls came together, on that most auspicious of days, and then it all began.
Some were lucky, for they saw familiar faces; friends from previous days…even rivals (for the word meant something back then). Others were luckier still, everyone was a stranger to them, and everyone was a potential friend. And everyone had a dream (yes all of us dreamt back then, and I believe they dreamt BIG; no restrictions were possible, no reservations apt).
… … … and oh yes!!! Everyone was ready to fall in LOVE!
The seniors were marvelous! And we experienced our share of the moolah called ragging. Not that we did not like it! Something so purely unconventional has its charms. So started our first semester… and that charm I was talking about! We finally had to give in to it, some as soon as the first semester (I was always a late bloomer and it took me three bloody semesters to be as charming as that) while some as late as few months back… … … and without much ado it can be safely said that the circle is now complete; “All them bastards have finally been deported to neverland, Capitan. And look at them fools; they are smiling with their dirty teeth out! Argh!” Charming indeed!
“Four years!” as soon as this phrase comes to my mind I let out a deep sigh. Has it been that long? “Twenty odd days left, possibly a month”- is it going to be so soon?
The time that is past, cannot be lived again, but the time that is to come… can’t we slow it down? To beat time we must run at least as fast as light, and that is precisely what I have been doing, what we all have been doing, running here and there in the campus’ field (and did you think we love playing cricket?!!!) and when tired lying thereupon (the grass was never so green nor did it ever smell so sweet; and the weather so frightfully beautiful!).
“Have you ever seen a supernova? A star explodes into a thousand pieces, each finding its way away from where the star used to be, away from each other as well- like sparks flying in all directions.”
Have I seen a supernova? .......... No. That is to say, not yet.
Lying there on the field, as we look up at the evening sky, the stars seem much closer now, as if all have gathered to witness the spectacle, our very own SUPERNOVA!
When men die it is not beautiful (and I am not much into romanticism that glorifies death); but we are not dying anyway… it’s just a metaphorical death, this. And the good thing with metaphors is that you can embellish them further. We began with dreams, yes? Some were lost in the way, and new ones took their place. Very well! We shall drink tonight and every following night to the health of the newest addition to our collection, the dream that this death is going to be beautiful for a change!
Amen! [chorus]
8 comments:
nicely reminiscent it is......mon cher, a fine piece, i say.....
carry on with ur fine (n prolific)
writing .... it'll take u places ..
bz.
In fine
We divine
End of days
Total amaze
It takes us up
In Part's own cup
As pert we came
Instead of blame
Joy filled us in
Out of nothin'
As a tranced lot's spree
We fall from the scree
Reign we will
In a land of quill
We will be awhile
In the final mile
As Fate will shake
Its grievous make
We'll tear through
Its grisly brew
I am The King
I feel Beginning,
And not end, to me
Comes; and to thee
Say I should, bro,
You wrote like a pro...
When time will pass
In the sundry grass
When life will awake
In wheel's rake
By ponds, by fields, by hearts n all
When everyone will once stand very tall,
When trivial will be the case of "what",
When flee away all "if" and "but",
We'll reign through the day
In silvern quay,
As our memoir
Ever debonair
Would see its light
In eternal delight
In the Final Sun
In the penultimate run
All will it see
And be filled with glee
To their heart's very core, I say must
May your write be as ever, never past!
I'll never, ever forget these Ju days, and my JU friends, bro!
Though it will
Give me a bill
With its toll
Below weeps' knoll
Steeled in silence
Steeped in reminiscence
I will stand tall
Though I am small
With all my might
I'll stand right
And I say to you,
Men of hue,
You will as be,
Filled with spree
For time ever to come,
In all sorts of glum,
Reign will you through
Reining all your crew...
As JU days afar
Will dissolve in a blur...
Our family may be dying away.......but fear not; for amongst ashes the phoenix shall rise and wherever the ship of life takes us there's something that shall bind us forever...the sea below, the sky above , the sun everywhere and JU-ianism in our hearts!
very nicely written..makes u feel happy and sad at the same time....[:)]
I will not write a single word of praise, coz this is praiseworthy.
I wonder when human dies, does he dream the dreams yet not dreamed ? I don't know. I don't want to know.
Death is a nightmare, and it will continue to be. You know what I am going to mean.
What to say?You are going away,leaving behind your legacy...Not much to say..as Dylan once said,"I could forever talk to you, but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring..."
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