The last party
The end sems ended on Thursday, May 5. Not that it mattered a great deal to me or most of my wing mates ... we hardly had any courses this sem. Lekin ek do logo ke exam ho hi jaate the har roz ... mainly of the duals. To apni party ho nahi paayi bahut dino tak. So we decided that our last full wing party will be held on May 5. It turned out to be something that i will not forget in a hurry.
As the sem was drawing to a close, the realization, that our group was going to break up, was growing. Chandni posted the following message in our wing yahoo group ...
hi guys,
As the days are passing, the fear of separation is growing...we have
only 5 or 6 days left..when all of us will be together...so guys lets
enjoy to the fullest.....so that we can cherish these moments for rest
of our life...uske baad its almost impossible that all of us will be
together.....and one more thing...for the sake of these last days lets
forget all our past fights and differnces(I hope somebody is getting
what I mean)...old fight between the friends really hurts me these
days...so I request you two to forget that incidence...anyways when we
guys are having our next booze party....on 6th....any objection.
Enjoy guys enjoy......these days will never come back and u
will remember me for that.
BBC was the host ... he was giving a treat for getting the GE scholarship. It was a treat of pizza + drinks. We have had such parties a number of times earlier ... so i hadn't really expected anything great to happen. It was continuing as usual. Chandni, Piyush and i spent a lot of time on the roof ... till around 4:30. But after we came down, everybody started a sort of ... what do i call it ... a sort of "Bad quality exposure" session.
Ek doosre ke baare me humein kya achcha lagta hai yeh to sab jaante the ... aur batate bhi the. Lekin humaare baare mein humaare dosto ko kya kharaab lagta hai ? Yeh baate kabhi publicly kahi nahi jaati, lekin phir bhi pata hota hai sabko. Lekin saamne koi nahi kahta. Usdin pata nahi kyon sabne decide kiya that nothing should remain hidden. Everybody should say whatever they have to ... about any of the others. The person being talked about was not allowed to interfere.
This continued for a long time ... and people were brutally honest. Possibly because they were "high". Nahito they would not have said many of the things that they actually said. But nobody got angry at any of the things being said about them ... people took it very sportingly. Shayaad bahaarwaalo se sunne se behtar hi hai.
Another thing was disclosure of secrets. Kachra and Appi told Chandni that they had read a letter meant for him and had replaced it back without letting him know ... for close to two years now. Tau came to know that it was Appi who had changed his name from Dwij to Tau in the hostel t-shirt. Somehow everybody had decided to come clean.
The biggest positive to emerge from this session was that Appi and Kachra spoke again ... after two months. The problem between them was solved.
I don't know whether it was correct to do what we did, but we did feel good, and free, after that night.
It was the last night that we were together. Appi left for home the very next day ... the wing has broken up. It is very very unlikely that the 11 of us would ever be together again in our lifetime. We all know that ... and every now and then somebody chooses to rub it in.
For example, before leaving main aur appi gale mil rahe the. Appi ne kaha ... "Phir milenge" ... phir kuch der sochne ke baad ... "Kab milenge". Phir appi ke chale jaane ke kuch der baad Tau kahta hai ... "Wing ka pehla wicket down ho gaya". Sabko pata hai yaar ... yeh yaad dilaana zaroori hai kya ?
Aaj kachra ke jaane se doosra wicket gira wing ka.
I heard that in Alak, the guys cried during the confessions evening. None of us have cried yet ... possibly because we are still in a group in the wing. But i wonder what will happen during the long journey home ... when we will be alone, thinking about all the good and not so good memories of the past four years. Possibly the dam will break then.
As the sem was drawing to a close, the realization, that our group was going to break up, was growing. Chandni posted the following message in our wing yahoo group ...
hi guys,
As the days are passing, the fear of separation is growing...we have
only 5 or 6 days left..when all of us will be together...so guys lets
enjoy to the fullest.....so that we can cherish these moments for rest
of our life...uske baad its almost impossible that all of us will be
together.....and one more thing...for the sake of these last days lets
forget all our past fights and differnces(I hope somebody is getting
what I mean)...old fight between the friends really hurts me these
days...so I request you two to forget that incidence...anyways when we
guys are having our next booze party....on 6th....any objection.
Enjoy guys enjoy......these days will never come back and u
will remember me for that.
BBC was the host ... he was giving a treat for getting the GE scholarship. It was a treat of pizza + drinks. We have had such parties a number of times earlier ... so i hadn't really expected anything great to happen. It was continuing as usual. Chandni, Piyush and i spent a lot of time on the roof ... till around 4:30. But after we came down, everybody started a sort of ... what do i call it ... a sort of "Bad quality exposure" session.
Ek doosre ke baare me humein kya achcha lagta hai yeh to sab jaante the ... aur batate bhi the. Lekin humaare baare mein humaare dosto ko kya kharaab lagta hai ? Yeh baate kabhi publicly kahi nahi jaati, lekin phir bhi pata hota hai sabko. Lekin saamne koi nahi kahta. Usdin pata nahi kyon sabne decide kiya that nothing should remain hidden. Everybody should say whatever they have to ... about any of the others. The person being talked about was not allowed to interfere.
This continued for a long time ... and people were brutally honest. Possibly because they were "high". Nahito they would not have said many of the things that they actually said. But nobody got angry at any of the things being said about them ... people took it very sportingly. Shayaad bahaarwaalo se sunne se behtar hi hai.
Another thing was disclosure of secrets. Kachra and Appi told Chandni that they had read a letter meant for him and had replaced it back without letting him know ... for close to two years now. Tau came to know that it was Appi who had changed his name from Dwij to Tau in the hostel t-shirt. Somehow everybody had decided to come clean.
The biggest positive to emerge from this session was that Appi and Kachra spoke again ... after two months. The problem between them was solved.
I don't know whether it was correct to do what we did, but we did feel good, and free, after that night.
It was the last night that we were together. Appi left for home the very next day ... the wing has broken up. It is very very unlikely that the 11 of us would ever be together again in our lifetime. We all know that ... and every now and then somebody chooses to rub it in.
For example, before leaving main aur appi gale mil rahe the. Appi ne kaha ... "Phir milenge" ... phir kuch der sochne ke baad ... "Kab milenge". Phir appi ke chale jaane ke kuch der baad Tau kahta hai ... "Wing ka pehla wicket down ho gaya". Sabko pata hai yaar ... yeh yaad dilaana zaroori hai kya ?
Aaj kachra ke jaane se doosra wicket gira wing ka.
I heard that in Alak, the guys cried during the confessions evening. None of us have cried yet ... possibly because we are still in a group in the wing. But i wonder what will happen during the long journey home ... when we will be alone, thinking about all the good and not so good memories of the past four years. Possibly the dam will break then.
posted by ted at 2:43 AM
3 Comments:
The problem between them was solved.
it would be better if you say the problem was dropped..
anyways, yeh din yaad to rahenge hamesha... bhool to sakte nahin hain...
this was great tirtho!! :) :)
it's good to forget past differences and start afresh! :)
this is the way of life!! :)
and u r a good writer! :D
write more senti posts gadhe! :P
Thanks. :)
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