Looking Back.....

As the clocks tick, as each second passes, little do we realize that these are the moments that will haunt our memories and become a part of our identity. The unpredictable journey of life takes us to unknown destinations, and each of them endows us with memories; some heart warming, some heart wrenching. We meet people; faces of some are intertwined with our personality; faces of others fade away into the darkness. 

The footsteps towards every new junction, compels us to learn and de learn. One never knows when one step could be a giant leap. We move in a linear manner, but somewhere down the line, the mind wanders off…recollecting all the moments of bliss and melancholy.

One of the most important pitstops in my journey was TSJ. Met a lot of people, shared a cordial relationship with most. But there were a few with whom I struck an instant chord. The first meeting itself sparked off what would be a bond for life. In a city where relationships are short-lived; where friend turns foe in a split second, relationships that endure all hardships are a rare occurrence. I am, therefore, extremely glad to have come across people whom i would love to keep in touch forever.

From testing mental endurance to emotional capabilities, every individual at TSJ reached his or her tipping point. As the journey reaches its fag end, there is a gush of memories. The first day, where every person’s eyes reflected their aspirations. Some faces that had the gloom of leaving behind their families; the excitement of exploring a new world altogether; the apprehensions of surviving in the rough and rude industry. 

The Monday morning blues that robbed us of our peaceful slumber, the piling assignments that we despised. The classes that facebook made tolerable. The canteen, the lab, the corridor: every part of this BCCL building will be etched on to our memories. From friendly fights to hair pulling disasters, every moment is worth recalling. 

Tausif, the “chacha”, with a political inclination. Rachit, the philosopher lost in his own sweet world. Arora, the avid blogger. Aaheli, the sweetheart and visionary; the Argumentative Indian. Aryani, the tomboy. Shaily, the damsel. Rudrani, the lethal combination of beauty and brains. Viraj, the boy next door. Purba, the self proclaimed hard core feminist. Annanya, the unassuming. Gandhi, the efficient worker. Payal, the grammarian. Neha, the journalist with a mission. Shuvait, the storehouse of immense knowledge. Karthik, the techno guru. Kumari, the prolific writer. Sasha, the chilled out chick. Pallavi, the architect of the pages. Vani, the super talented. Upasana, bubbling with energy throughout the day. Akshita, the fashion consultant. Sunanda, the potential star alumni of TSJ. Navjot, the excellent orator. Dipika, the able leader. Sneha, the silent achiever. Tista, who never hesitates to lend a helping hand; “Misshap”, “ Misty” (m sure tiss u mustv understood!!). Binesh, the superlatively talented; the macho man. Poonam, the smiling beauty. Sandeep, the man of few words; the next big thing in the field of political journalism. Shweta, the invincible. Ragini, the girl with a golden voice. Alpa, the cutest and the friendliest of all.

With such a diversity and variety of individuals, coming from across the country, this class has been rightly christened as “Mini India.” With every individual exceptionally talented, one thing is for sure: it will not be long before each of them carves a niche of his or her own. This batch will go places, and I am sure, Sunny sir will be will be beaming with pride.

As this journey ends, marking the beginning of a new and exciting phase, recalling every single event will bring about nostalgia. From hysterical bouts of laughter to intense debates, from sustaining under pressure to blossoming due to competition, from gossip sessions to hanging out in the canteen, all memories are frozen in time.

I will definitely miss TSJ!!