I sat full day on a bench in front of the College Library
This is one of the mails sent by me to my college group. Although passed out of college long back, the memories of the same are still as fresh as ever.
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That day was just like any other day. Morning had started on somewhat misty look. The Doodhwallas carrying their heavy container of Milk on there Favorite BMWs( Rajdoot Motorcycles) . They used to play really loud music. I could get sometime the tune of the songs played by them, but normally it was not very clear.
My Neighboour had jumped to Balcony to get to my Room to get his usual quota to toothpaste and Bath soap. He used to do it very diligently taking care that he didn’t disturb me. By the time I had woken up, I had already missed my Math’s class. There was no use going in the middle of the class coz everyone knows why( Kake you are too early for next class). I was cursing myself at the thought of my attendance which was hankering around 50%.
I got myself ready and headed straight towards the Mess room. I had my usual quota of Sukha paratha with an extra Butter slab. I can say for sure that I survived for all three years on those lovely parathas.
I was not feeling like going to class. Anyway we used to have very minimal classes like those of Math’s. Many of our teachers wanted that we should not turn up for class. Most of the time we also wanted to be in canteen than in the classes. Dragging my feet I reached the college library. First I thought I should go in and read some books of wisdom. My inner conscience always used to tell me that I was in SLIET for study and gaining knowledge. I did some self explanation and sat down on a bench in front of the Library. It was a vintage place to be seated there. I could observe almost half the college sitting there. Some new saplings had been planted there. As usual lots of grass swaying with the wind.
I could see the group of Boys going towards Science block or Main Building or Mech. Block. There were some guys who were really very young; may be from Certificate course. I could see the spark in there eyes. These Guys used to behave like kids. They were the ones who would enjoy the ragging time most.
Suddenly I heard a chorus of giggling sound. These were of course the lovely girls rushing out of Girls hostel.
A couple emerged from nowhere. They were hanging around the library. May be they were searching for a quite secluded place to take there love story further. They were eying the bench which I had occupied. On some other day I could have given my prized possession but not today. They would have defiantly cursed me like anything,
I saw my gang coming out of Main Building. They asked me to accompany them to the Canteen. As usual the lecturer had not turned up and all the classes were free because of some reason or other. I declined there offer. They kept on chatting for sometime and left for the Complex. The group was making plans to visit Sangrur on weekend for a Birthday treat .
It was already after noon. I was feeling a bit hungry. One of my friends got down from the bus coming from Sangrur. He was returning back from his native place. He had brought with him home cooked mataharees , namkeen and other snacks. I had a mouthful of them. There was no need for me to do lunch now.
College looked to me so beautiful in all its beautiful colors. I had this strange sense of ownership for this place. It seemed everything was meant for me. Without even a penny in my pocket I was the owner of this place. Today when I try to own a 60 by 40 site by pooling all my hard earned money in Bangalore, this feeling returns to me with vengeance.
It’s fun to remember our old nostalgic Golden days. May be one day I would be able to visit it with my family and friends and know how is it doing now…..
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