Life in 4th Year
I have now come to probably that part of IIT-life where I can call myself the 'grand old man' of IIT. Of course, there are many people who have stayed here much longer, but being in the eight semester, I cannot help feeling a little 'old' here. A sort of 'grandfather' like attitude seems to have caught me, with me feeling nice about almost everything here. It is the sort of feeling one would probably get, I imagine, when we are perhaps an octagenarian or a nonagenarian. A feeling of having seen it all, done it all, had it all. A feeling of having matured through life, when we have a broad vision of what life is all about. A feeling of being happy and contented with whatever I have done, and got in return. A feeling that we get when we see that everything is connected to form a giant, beautifel system, something that escaped our sight when we were younger, and caught up in other pursuits in life.
It is the eight semester, and slowly the time when we have to separate from the people with whom we spent the last 4 years is closing on us. There have been so many people that I have met in the last 4 years, with whom I have had varied degrees of interaction. With some it was sweet, and with some bitter. Some memorable ones, and some others I would just not want to remember. But today, looking at all those with 'glasses of an old man', I just find my lips curling into a smile. All that seems just a dream that was once a reality. Today, when I meet some of my classmates accidently on the street, there is only a feeling of warmth, a warmth that I have never felt before, though I have met the same person a zillion times. Sometimes, I have evn tried to pretend not having seen them. But today, all that is going....I would not say it is gone completely, but yes, it is on its way out. A few days back I happened to bump into a girl whom I just could not talk to. I said "Hi. How are you?" and this was returned with a pleasing "Fine, how about you?". We exchanged a few words, and parted. I am specially happy with this, since I wanted to leave with pleasant memories...thanks to God who made this accident happen. It is rather funny that we have nothing really to speak about, but the mutual feeling speaks a lot, which only the hearts can hear.
It is the eight semester, and slowly the time when we have to separate from the people with whom we spent the last 4 years is closing on us. There have been so many people that I have met in the last 4 years, with whom I have had varied degrees of interaction. With some it was sweet, and with some bitter. Some memorable ones, and some others I would just not want to remember. But today, looking at all those with 'glasses of an old man', I just find my lips curling into a smile. All that seems just a dream that was once a reality. Today, when I meet some of my classmates accidently on the street, there is only a feeling of warmth, a warmth that I have never felt before, though I have met the same person a zillion times. Sometimes, I have evn tried to pretend not having seen them. But today, all that is going....I would not say it is gone completely, but yes, it is on its way out. A few days back I happened to bump into a girl whom I just could not talk to. I said "Hi. How are you?" and this was returned with a pleasing "Fine, how about you?". We exchanged a few words, and parted. I am specially happy with this, since I wanted to leave with pleasant memories...thanks to God who made this accident happen. It is rather funny that we have nothing really to speak about, but the mutual feeling speaks a lot, which only the hearts can hear.
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