The End of a Phase
Our convocation just got over. It was a thoroughly irritating drawn out affair. Packed into a sultry airtight hall with stuffy formal clothes, topped off by a ridiculous gown, remnants of some antiquated ritual of some part of the world, god only knows. Things had changed in college. The Mini Canteen was not mini any more. More convenient yes, but I missed the atmosphere of the previous thatched hut thing.
I never expected to feel anything tangible when I came for the convocation. Just an opportunity to see friends again- I thought. And see them I did. But something was different this time. Digressing a bit - you generally have some kind of music playing in your head at any moment of time, in turn permeating your self and colouring your mood. You dont recognise the song always, you might not be aware of the nuances of that rhythm that more or less decides your thoughts and your actions at any given moment. Back to the subject at hand- I 'felt' some kind of cheesy nostalgic score permeating me by the time I received my degree. I describe it as 'cheesy' so that you can probably discern what I mean, but that is not the adjective which I might have used If you asked me how I felt then.
And I saw my friends, how they had shaped me, wondered about all that happened in four years. How so many people had touched my life for better or for worse. I felt happy. Something like Lester Burnham's moment in American beauty. Cheesy again , I know. But you can only write certain things at certain times and not feel that you are being sentimental.
So thats that! College life is over and done with! Ill add to this later this week i'm sure.
