"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."
~Oscar Wilde, "The Importance of Being Earnest"
Todays generation carries memories in e-formats and not diaries and quite contrary to what the golden period authors say or believe, todays generation has no time to remember what happened yesterday.They say that memories fade over time, but I beg to differ! Because for me, its priceless memories, both good and bad that have made my life worth living. Sometimes I think that if these much required but least desired sorrows would have not been a part of my life, then perhaps my life would have not been as exciting as it is today.
A journey began four and a half years ago.I didnt have the slightest clue of what I was in for, for the next few years.It was hard to contemplate then that life ll be full of surprises, ups and downs, twists and turns.In due course of time, I started enjoying my life the way it was. I started loving the challenges, the twists and turns. In fact, I have had so much of twisting and turning that a straight path of life, now seems boring.
So today, after finishing my graduation (somewhat, I m yet to appear for the practicals!!) I decide to kill time by taking a walk down the memory lane...
I dont remember the date..Guess it was sometime in the last of August 2005 when my college was scheduled to begin. I was on Cloud 9. Everything seemed perfect. A good result at PMT ensured me an admission to a Dental college. I guess I was happy, though m not sure. Maybe this was what I always wanted, I had worked hard to get it but now that I had what I wanted, I started doubting if this was what I really wanted. "Journey is always more exciting than the destination" and at the very beginning of my college, I had realized that this age old adage was true.
My first day of college began at YMCA, Sitabludi. That was the place from where the bus for my college, which was situated at the outskirts of the city was scheduled to leave. As I reached the bus stop, I was amazed to see no students around, instead the clerical staff was there in huge numbers to catch the bus.
As I turned around, I saw a boy in uniform. He was short, dark and I couldnt help noticing his gait..and even after so many years, his walk hasnt changed a bit.He still walks with his shoulders stooped down.I didnt knew then that this guy will be adding memories to my forthcoming years in college.
I debated with myself whether I should approach this guy and ask him if he is my classmate but hesitated for a while. At last, curiosity got the better of me and I walked upto him and started a conversation. I still remember his initial reaction. He was startled. Lolz!! I was not in uniform while he was wearing one and he seemed upset with himself over that. We both boarded the bus and I guess, it was time for him to debate now..Whether to sit next to me or behind me..Being brought up in a conservative Indian society, he decided to take the seat behind me..at that time, it seemed right, but when I think of it today, I can only laugh at it..
But rohan's decision didnt materialize for long because he was compelled to take a seat next to me very soon by the unruly clerical staff who thought that we both were violating their space.He shyly sat next to me. I tried my best to make him comfortable and I guess, I succeeded. I had a wonderful conversation with him for the next 30 mins to college. He was a naturalist, an artist, a very well spoken sweet boy. At that time, I underestimated his dedication towards art and nature.
Today, four and a half years have passed. I have changed a great deal but not Rohan. He has remained the same person he was when I first met him. Now that I know that he's one of the greatest flirt around, I wonder what made him behave so decently when I first met him. His dedication towards art and nature has only grown through the years.I m happy that unlike me, he at least knows what he wants in life and is working towards it.
After reaching college, Rohan vanished into thin air, I was not able to spot him for the next few days. I attended the induction programme and came back home. Rest whatever happened on the first day of my college doesnt deserves a mention for I have already penned the most deserving moments!!
