Sitting against my window. . . . . thinking of all the happenings through out my teenage….few brought tears of joy in my eyes. . . and few brought silly laughs. . . . . . . .. . . . . .
I still remember the date 24.09.08. . . . .
It was a different feeling. . . .excitement, tension, happiness. . . .the feeling of being GROWN UP!!!I reached my stop, and after a short impatient wait, I could see our bus from the corner of my eye. . . . my heart thumped faster. . .All through the EAMCET holidays, I had been listening to lots of fascinating things about an engineering college but the real outlook was different.
The reason I chose a women’s college was that I could be myself. But this had its own snags.
Suddenly , I felt very meek and weir
d when I got into the bus. After a long one and a half hour journey, we reached the college. I instantly fell in love with the campus. It was far more beautiful compared to the one in the website.Imagine, the very first day having a seminar on “WHAT IS ENGINEERING?”!!!!This put me in even more confusion as to what was I supposed to do in this place. After a day long boring seminar, heading back home, first few minutes there was the same bus journey. . . . .As I was told, rather frightened, about “BIG” girls called “SENIORS”, called me to the back. I could see few more juniors there. . . . with the same shy look. I was asked to tuck my shirt and do funny things. . . and had a nice laugh. . . .
This was what I thought was ragging. . . But they called this interaction!!!
This continued for a long period of time, with different activities each day like pole dance, singing, dance, parady singing, poems, lyrics and many more crazy things. . . .
Later the same “BIG” girls, became very good friends of mine and were very much helping and friendly.
Slowly my circle grew. . .I became a known face. . . At first it was quite exciting. . . but slowly. . . the hitches came into picture. .jealousy, insecurity and GANGS, gang wars, word wars , cold wars etc etc.
Our class was very much united. . . when the question was about the “CLASS”, despite their personal ruckuses. We were always there for each other. . . We got even closer when the “MASS BUNK” happened, which was the first ever in history by the FIRST years!!
First year ended pretty much exuberantly, with a lot of remarkable and cheerful moments. . .
The gossips, the group lunch ,long hours of sleep in the library, bunks, movies, outings, pranks in the lab, bus journeys, brain racking viva, proxy, Dancing in the audience, stupid question papers, cell phones ringing in class with utterly droll ringtones, Combined studies, petty fights, all these were ever lasting memories. . . . .
The start of second year made me proud to be a “SENIOR”!!
The next semester started with much more interesting subjects. Second year was much of studying and there was nothing I did other than that. It evidently paid off. Second year ended very soon.
Third year, was the most memorable one ,filled with kick and exhilaration. It was amazing, and far more near to reality. It marked the start of lots of incredible changes in my life.
First,-The advent of “FACEBOOK” into my life, long lost relations became everlasting ones.
Back in touch with my childhood friends, school friends, hostel friends, things became easier and charming.This year brought many realizations which were very much necessary at that point.
Bonds became stronger. I had to choose between people. . . and I’m glad I made the right choice.
I learnt lot of things in this period, to face the world as it is. . . and to make it the way you want to see it.
Compromising to hold on a relationship and make them concrete.
Giving people a chance to show what they want to show, rather than what I saw. . . or I wanted to see. .
Understood real friends, ”VIRTUAL” relations, and pure love.
Nothing in the world would match your parent’s love which is unconditional. . and they are your greatest support. . .
Memories that give happiness should be treasured and the ones which don’t should just be taken as lessons.
Be a good friend, and you will definitely have one.Don’t be egoistic to compromise . . . don’t compromise for everything. .
People around you are all not necessarily your well wishers. . . practically they wait for a chance to have fun at other’s woes.
This happened to me. . . and I was almost going to lose a friend. But then god had other plans, and we eventually became inseparable parts of each other’s lives. She (Sharanya) became one of my bosom friends.
Being together was our favourite hobby. . .cried and laughed together. . . sharing sshhsshhh secrets,
love ,and lots of memories, lending a hand to help and a shoulder to cry. Hanging out together.
Finding solace in each others company. Forgetting the world while texting. Feeling special and crazy.
Combined studies via TEXTING and FACEBOOK!!!!!. . . . . walking each other up, calling names,
Always being a blink away. . . Committing the same mistakes in the paper!!! . . . .Loving similar things. . . and hating similar ones. . . Hating each other like hell. . . and loving back like heaven. .!!!
Talking about A to Z things on phone. . . except for the one needed.!!!
Stupid pranks, Meaningless FACEBOOK status , comments and wall posts .!!!
Always each other’s supporting hands in gloom and despair.
Seeing each others faces the moment the question paper was given. . and winking. . !!
Suddenly it was like both of us found each other in a crowd of unknowingly known people. . . just like an oasis in mid Sahara desert. Finally I found where I actually fitted in. . and rediscovered LIFE!!
Our deadly combination was irresistible, cute, sweet and dynamic . . . We shared our lunch. . and our problems. . and solved them together.
We teased each other like kiddos and placated each other like just born babies!
We had common interests. . . and wanted to try uncommon ones!. . . Our crazzyyiness , cute over action, devilish naughtiness ,idiocy and unconditional love brought us closer.
Getting hyperexcited about small things. . . screaming like THE SKY WAS FALLING!!!. . . Always saying “I’m der 4 u baby” and “txt me or gv me a cal aftr rchng hm. Dnt frgt. Tc”. . . Just like soul sisters.Behaving like fools. . and loving life for its randomness!!!. . . Meaningless sudden uncontrollable laughs .
Teasing each other when we got hiccups, Life was full of excitement and “KICK”!!!!!!!
We decided that we would keep writing to each other every weekend, when we part ways. . .
Third year came to an end, with some of the best memories ever with the best people in it. . . !!!!!
If this was one of my unusual friends, this was another. . she was from my inter college. . She was just as Sharanya. . . but (Mahati) was more reserved types and very much timid, cute and silent kind a girl. .
She was my roommate in inter. Both of our beds were side-by-side. . . and our hearts too. . .
Thanks to FACEBOOK, for reuniting me, with mahati. We always took each other for granted.
All the same things happened as of sharanya. . .Always feeling butterflies in my tummy.. <3.
Long hours on phone. . . sudden outburst into laughter. . . Loving FACEBOOK for bringing us back together. . . Flattering compliments and naughty comments. . !!! Hanging out together. . shopping together. . Sharing secrets. . . teasing each other. . and lots more . .
Few other school friends, back in touch through facebook. . . who were there for me when I needed a friend. . .
These memories made my roller coaster ride even more exciting!!.
Life became more colourful with lovable and loving friends, who left indelible imprints on my heart. . .
These are the last days of my teenage. . and it has taught me lot of things. . . which I would forever cherish. . .
Teenage ends but not its essence. . . . . Don’t lose these golden years for anyone. . . . . this is when you make mistakes and correct them. Mistakes are sometimes the best memories!!!
Good decisions come from bad experiences, and a lot of that comes from bad decisions. . . Life goes on and every new day is a chance to change your life. . .
I’ve had my share, and have loved it. . with a very loving MOM, and my beloved friends by me always, life is liveable and lovable. . .
