Reminiscing Vasavi

 It is 5:30 in the morning and all of a sudden I feel tense, I feel lost, I understand and realize now how my seniors must have felt in their 4th year when they used the hashtag of one last time every time. The truth that there is only 1 week left for us on the campus and the next semester is going to be online makes me all nostalgic and unhappy. It is like the sun setting on everything I know, I must have scolded my faculty a million times, ranted about Vasavi a billion times but now my heart aches that in a blink of time my status in college would change from 1602-18-734-018 to a passed out, alumni.

Just like Varun Sandesh asks his principal at the end of Happy Days, ' naalugu ellagaa college naa illu , College naaku em nerpindhi'? I feel the same now and I'm glad I have considerable things on my list:  Meeting people from different backgrounds and perspectives , being able to multitask, explore and discover myself with the help of various clubs in college, submitting assignments at the last minute, writing records in a moving bus, finding places to bunk in college, making friends with ease at college made me a better person and yess Vasavi naaku chaala nerpindhi.

 I wish I could get a time machine and remove all the days of pandemic and get back the lost college days. It feels like yesterday I was holding the pipette in the wrong direction and the chemistry lab assistant was scolding me, It feels like yesterday I was in the workshop lab doing welding and getting frightened as hell, It feels like yesterday I was in my CCA clubs, and all of a suddenn today I'm told college will end in some time. You can no longer sit in the classroom which was your everything for the past 4 years and it is so hard to digest the same. The transition from 1st year to now was so quick.

College has given me the best group of friends, incredible teachers, amazing seniors and the coolest juniors, last but not least it gave me experiences, adventures for life. Wherever I go the tag of Vasavian would come along and this place will be an important part and parcel of my life for sure. I'm doing nothing now but reminiscing everything in Vasavi, the library, the V-block, C.V Raman and R block, the J.C bose block, ground, workshops ahhh and the list goes on, every place in Vasavi is close to my heart.

One day you wake up and all of a sudden your routine of catching the college bus, packing a lunch box, scolding the watchman and bus in charge in college, rushing to the classes, fighting for attendance, bunking with friends, buying and trying everything in the canteen, gossiping in college, considering labs as breaks and roaming on campus and using clubs as an excuse to bunk and everything, everythinggggggg would fade away and change and how do I adapt to that?

 I know friends will stay in touch, you can come visit college whenever you want but still, it is never the same as when you are on campus. Maybe that is why though there is one entire sem left( which will be online ) I still feel this is the end of my college life.

Despite all the ranting I did and all the grief I feel, As it is said, all good things must come to an end and I know so does college life must have an ending, I also realize it is completely normal but being a person who reminisces a lot and feels nostalgic I find this process very hard. To every person I met in Vasavi, to every senior I learned from, and to every junior I ragged and met, I will cherish everyone and everything, and yeah Goodbyes are not the end, isn't it? They are a way of saying I'll miss you till we meet again and meet again? We would.

With just one week of offline classes left, I wish every 4th year would make the best memories keeping in mind everything around is unpredictable and we shouldn't let go of any chance in making the last days of our college life the best, I'll end this here by saying enjoy and capture the moments when they last and keep filling your bag of memories because at the end when you look back, all these memories would put a wide smile on your face and nothing else.