The last day
So, what is great about the last day? It is the same as
every other day, except for a fact that the things you consider as routine,
will become your past the next day. Just a single day left, and your life
changes all over.
Everyone encounters at least one single last day in their
life. The last day to submit an application form, the last day of an exam, and
one more very famous last date is, the last date to submit our assignments.
But, the last day I am talking about in here is something
entirely different.
The last day at college.
That day, we remained as students, and the next day, the
world expected us to behave as responsible adults. How are we going to make a
transmission in a single day? But, that is what everyone expects us to do.
One day, we are sitting in classrooms, yawning our way
through class, sitting with our face held in support with our palms and trying
to nod our heads to everything the teacher says, though we are really in our
own world, which is very different from what the speaker on the dais had been
trying to take us to.
The short interval breaks, rushing to the canteen and trying
to get something extraordinary out of an ordinary budget. Whiling away our time
for a week before exams and breaking our heads the previous night of the exam,
and encouraging each other with words and coffee shots.
The moment in the exam hall, when the examiner is
distributing the question papers and when we receive ours, we search for the
familiar faces from the previous night joint effort of abusing the subject, and
smile or show faces according to the paper.
The moment after the exam, when everyone else are discussing
the correct answers, and only our gang was laughing and hurling abuses towards
each other, and the look everyone would give was precious.
Sundays are always precious. And I will not be getting
anymore Sundays like that. I won’t be getting any more opportunity to sit in an
exam hall or to worry about the question paper.
And no one will care if I sit in front of the library steps from
the next day, because I won’t be sitting there after bunking classes.
Bunking was not my cup of tea. But, when the professor drags
and drags, and finally when you need a cup of tea to be awake after his class,
it’s absolutely worthy to skip it. In life, you can let pass some moments and a
few classes were in that criteria.
Now, standing in front of my hostel, with bags on my
shoulders, I am afraid.
I am afraid of life, of its challenges, of new beginnings
and sad endings.
I am afraid of everything.
But, even then, when I look back at my past, I get the
courage to move on.
Today can be the last day of college, but, tomorrow is a new
day in a new chapter of my life, and I am planning to make it good.
Last days are good. Because, when some things end, others
begin. And that is how fantastically the life works.
#fantastico
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