I remember those days, the final year
of my graduation, not too long ago when I would stay wake till late at night
searching for scholarships, acquainting myself with diverse arenas of my field
and instantly fascinated with many of the courses offered worldwide. It’s a
matter of wee bit ambiguity as to what made me fall in love with higher
education, what allured me to lead a life stringed with miscellaneous
experiences and breach the enclosure of orthodox-living. Whatever the case maybe, the source of this
inspiration is now merely trivial. What weighs more is the process, the trail
that would lead up to the haven of my pictured-life. As it goes, beginnings are
hard and endings are not everything, what matters the most is the intermediary
voyage of discovery. And looking back, beginnings become beautiful, the
expeditions, a memory and endings melt away before you could prick yourself to
check on reality. The tale of my last undergraduate lecture, my last UG exam
and my Graduation day is by no means ancient, yet I feel this concluding day of
my Mphil classes is a much more delicate subject. It is for the reason that a wave of sweet
pain has familiarized us with the reality that there will be no more seemingly
wearisome classes or mass-pleadings to postpone the quizzes, no eye signaling or spicy gossips, no giggling frantically on
inside jokes or complaining over the taxing coursework, no spur-of-the-moment plans of draining
someone’s pocket or bunking a class and
bunching together everlasting memories.
There is a shadowy cloud of sadness that reminds us that there will be
no more exciting round-the-country tours or a short trip to Fortress Stadium,
no lovely burgers or papri chart of Anarkali in the lunch, no panicking over an
exam 1 hour away without preparation, no spamming of power-point slides with
copy-paste material :D, no making big plans and forgetting all about them the
next day, no secret meetings or poking fun at seemingly head-over-heels
couples, no assignment copying or project cons, no making up senseless logics
to back your argument in front of the teacher and then claiming support from
friends. There will be no endless grumbling over the unfair GPA system, the
education system or the entire system of the country :D. There will be no that
one friend who always stood-by and even that who always ditched. There will be
no half-embarrassed, half-amused expressions over the inadequacy of your budget
in a restaurant. There will be no unanticipated first-class grades and no
excitement on the unexpected cancelling of classes. There will be no hating
that one particular teacher and buttering that other one. There will be no chattering
of the recent mega-fight between your classmates or the secret you
eavesdropped. Above all, we’ll never sit together as a class as we used to in
the past. You can go farther, pursue higher degrees, but you’ll never sit in
the classroom with a schoolboy/girl attitude and get away with it. So, here I
am, bidding my farewell, Good-Bye Classroom!
