As five fantabulous years of my college life is coming to a close, suddenly all the beautiful moments that happened from the day I set foot on the campus are rushing into my mind. Looking back at the freshers we were , all have grown up at mental, physical and emotional levels. I remember the first time I came to visit my college and how much I adored the beautiful garden and the pond inside the building.
Once the classes began, it did not take much of a time for everyone to become thick close. The hostel was like a home away from home. Hostel life taught us how to take care of ourselves without dad and mom around. Initial days were ruled by the fear of being ragged by our seniors which made us stay away from walking alone. From then to now, the five years passed so quickly….
The wonderful friends I made here, all the laughter and fun we had together, playing pranks on each other, those lovely cum terrible birthday parties, , watching ghost movies at midnight , one single home packed lunch box and a hundred hands to finish it off, late night hostel games and never waking up on lazy Sunday mornings, those nerve wrecking days when I had to take seminars and my best friend would silently mouth my sentences sitting amidst the audience, those fun hours in the lab and the one time when me and my friend accidently broke a petridish and ran away stealthily , pestering that one friend who accidently scored high marks in the exam , whiling away the time gossiping and listening to my best friend grumble about her boyfriend. Thanks to those brainy ones who helped us in studies and did all the assignments while the rest of the class copied theirs. Our super- duper college tour where we enjoyed to the maximum, the castles in the air we made together,singing and dancing to our favourite songs, dressing up and clicking funny and stylish group photos on College Day and awaiting to upload it on facebook . Listening to those plethora of advice from professors to become all the more better in studies. The most beautiful books I got to read from the rarest collection in our library. Those post-lunch classes where everyone mastered the art of sleeping with open eyes. The stage shows we aired at our college and the hilarious practice sessions .
Not to forget our beloved professors who are the best anyone could get but most importantly very humble and always with a smile on their faces.
As I sit in my library and write this down, I closed my eyes to take myself all through these five years… A drop of tear unintentionally rolled down from my eyes…
A bundle of beautiful moments to treasure!The scent of these memories would remain afresh in my mind forever…..Ahh…..Dear College Days…Miss u Soon!!
All religions and beliefs apart, I sometimes wonder…..
Did all the gods in the world together join hands to create this earth and its people?? And did Krishna agree to take care of all Hindus and Jesus agree to take care of all the Christians and Allah agree to take care of all the Muslims? What about the rest of the 4300 religions and their Gods??
At the deepest level of Being , all of us are brothers and sisters because our souls are made up of the same material. We were created by the One. But we worship him in different forms.
“The essence of all religion is one. Only their approaches are different” – Mahatma Gandhi.
Let Peace , Joy , Love and Laughter prevail in all parts of the Earth!
❤ ❤ ❤
As I woke up from a beautiful dream, I realised it’s a Sunday morning.
I took a gander at my window from bed…
What’s more, the rain was pouring!
The sun was hiding in the clouds though it was his day.
Cool winds made my curtains fly..
Furthermore, reminding me that its a lazy Sunday…
I put on my blanket , cuddled my pillow and went back to my Dreamworld… 🙂
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A library is altogether a different world. The marvelous world of books and the stories they have got to narrate. When anyone mentions the word ‘library’ my school library comes running into my mind. Back in school days, I used to frequent the library. The sight of neatly stacked books in the book shelves , calling me out to read them, gave me a feeling of euphoria. With a plethora of choices to select from, the library was my favourite place at school. The place was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. It had a big banner saying ‘Keep silence” and beautiful quotes were hung at every nook and corner. Our well-lit library had polished wooden tables. I had a favourite spot on a corner where I use to sit.
From lifestyle magazines to fiction ,spine-chilling mysteries to Vedas, from cutting-edge technology journals to world class literature, the library had an array of books. It beyond any doubt, was the wonderland for any bookworm. The voracious reader in me sometimes wanted to grab and run away with all the books at once. But haplessly , at school, they issued only one book at a time. The sight of brand new books arrived at the bookshelf was literally mouthwatering. I loved to smell the pages of newly arrived magazines and books before I started to read them. I and my friends used to actively engage in discussions post our reading. We even used to secretly nickname some of our class mates after the fictional characters. We could talk about these children under their nose , without they knowing .
As a child, Enid Blyton books were my top favourite. I can still feel the joy I used to get out of perusing the Magic faraway tree. A few books were enthralling to the point that I never took my head out of the book. It was a rare sight to see all the seven Harry Potter books together as they were on the run most of the time.
In this age of chatting and googling where everything is a fingertip away, I wonder how many children would take time out of their lives to explore the treasure house of knowledge and absolute fun called Library…
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Short or long, journeys in life are inevitable. Being a college student, I have to travel up and down to Cochin every time I want to visit my home. As soon as the college bell rings, the hurry burrying from college to reach the bus stop begins. Dashing to the bus stop holding the luggage is the most gruelling part of the journey. More than boarding a bus, boarding a bus with a window seat is what matters.
As soon as the seat is taken, it is time to heave a sigh of relief. From there on begins some beautiful solitary moments of life. A part of the journey is filled with chit chatting with friends. But most of the time I would be engaged in a world of my own. That’s when I start viewing my life from a different perspective, in a way I start to witness my own life. These sublime hours even make me deduce out the role of “Law of Karma” in life. Enjoying the scenic, green rich beauty of God’s own country is an integral part of any Keralite’s journey.In my opinion, no sight in this world is as soothing as the green paddy fields of Kerala.
I meet different kinds of people during my travel, some smile, some talk, some doesn’t care. For certain strangers, I try to picture what would their life and family be like. Then that makes me realise how crazy- minded I am. For any new gen, travelling is synonymous with earplugs tucked in ears, I am no different. When the bus stops, vendors come running into the bus to sell food and drinks. Though the smell of fried dishes are tempting, my dad’s advice rushes into my mind which forbade me from buying any of those. In between every half an hour my phone rings as dad calls to ensure his princess is safe. As the dusk arrives, nature looks so adorable, wrapped in a tinge of orange.
The journey comes to a close as I get down at my destination where my dad would be waiting. With all my luggage and a big smile, I get into the car with the hope of making the best of the holidays at my home sweet home.
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