... a funny feeling
(click to enlarge... or ask for highest resolution to your inbox)Alright let’s get one little thing clear. Yea, my fellow 12th graders, we are done with school. Okay, fine. What’s the big deal? The big deal is well we ain’t going to school no more. Come on! hasn’t it sunk in yet? Usually during our summer vacations, we totally miss school, and yearn for the first day. (of course when we are in school, we yearn for the holidays… that’s a different story). Well we can’t do that anymore!
Great! College here we come… yippidideedaa… you think that it’s going to be just the same. Maybe you might have your same friends, of course you can make new ones. You can start a new life. You know you’re just one step closer to making your dreams come true.
But one night, when you’re all cuddled up in your four poster in that small lonely dorm… you come to wonder, why you got that funny feeling inside. That feeling that squirms through your past, haunting you, taunting you. Its not that your past is horrid, but that you just miss it so much, and you know that you can’t live it again. Ever.
I always believed school had nothing to do with studies, truly speaking. Maybe a tiny incy wincy part of it… but nothing more. Studies, anyone can do it at home, by themselves with a little guidance, (if they want to). School is much more than that. It is about living together, knowing your peers, it’s a social institution. Your parents can’t teach you everything. Learning is done through exposure and experience. How can you learn more than with your friends…? (and your enemies/rivals too). It’s a certain truth, and that’s just the way it is.
What I am now, at least the major part of me, is what you’ve made. My thoughts and ideas revolved around you guys the past few years. Always trying harder to better myself, and better you. Grown together, literally lived together, you’re more family than even my first cousins that I rarely see.
As adolescents, biologically the most turbulent phase of life, we have survived. Our emotions have gone haywire once in a while, but we fixed them. Our ideas went wild, we let them run free. Our passions grew stronger, we made ourselves a bigger world. We discovered our talents, we formed our dreams.
It is sad that the exams took over our life the past few months. Since we are done, we realize we actually know only 10% of what we were supposed to learn. I blame it on the system and the methodology… for the moment, there is nothing any of us can do about it. Lets forget those grueling months.
Luckily I enjoyed every other moment, I guess I’m not going to miss anything much. But it’d sure be fun if I could live it again.
Remember school, the lunch periods, the hogging, the dances, the games, the ragging, the mokkays, the banging, basketball, football, the absolutely-doing-nothing-though-everything, teachers day (more like students fashions day :P), singing ‘heal the world’, standing in assembly, shouting commands (for you leaders), dating, learning about love and sex (and actually believing that you know about it), amusing scandals, gossip, getting caught by princy, CCA periods (though not many), > > >
Great! College here we come… yippidideedaa… you think that it’s going to be just the same. Maybe you might have your same friends, of course you can make new ones. You can start a new life. You know you’re just one step closer to making your dreams come true.
But one night, when you’re all cuddled up in your four poster in that small lonely dorm… you come to wonder, why you got that funny feeling inside. That feeling that squirms through your past, haunting you, taunting you. Its not that your past is horrid, but that you just miss it so much, and you know that you can’t live it again. Ever.
I always believed school had nothing to do with studies, truly speaking. Maybe a tiny incy wincy part of it… but nothing more. Studies, anyone can do it at home, by themselves with a little guidance, (if they want to). School is much more than that. It is about living together, knowing your peers, it’s a social institution. Your parents can’t teach you everything. Learning is done through exposure and experience. How can you learn more than with your friends…? (and your enemies/rivals too). It’s a certain truth, and that’s just the way it is.
What I am now, at least the major part of me, is what you’ve made. My thoughts and ideas revolved around you guys the past few years. Always trying harder to better myself, and better you. Grown together, literally lived together, you’re more family than even my first cousins that I rarely see.
As adolescents, biologically the most turbulent phase of life, we have survived. Our emotions have gone haywire once in a while, but we fixed them. Our ideas went wild, we let them run free. Our passions grew stronger, we made ourselves a bigger world. We discovered our talents, we formed our dreams.
It is sad that the exams took over our life the past few months. Since we are done, we realize we actually know only 10% of what we were supposed to learn. I blame it on the system and the methodology… for the moment, there is nothing any of us can do about it. Lets forget those grueling months.
Luckily I enjoyed every other moment, I guess I’m not going to miss anything much. But it’d sure be fun if I could live it again.
Remember school, the lunch periods, the hogging, the dances, the games, the ragging, the mokkays, the banging, basketball, football, the absolutely-doing-nothing-though-everything, teachers day (more like students fashions day :P), singing ‘heal the world’, standing in assembly, shouting commands (for you leaders), dating, learning about love and sex (and actually believing that you know about it), amusing scandals, gossip, getting caught by princy, CCA periods (though not many), > > >
The interculturals, where we met up with new people from our rival schools, awesome time competing for the top prizes, for the overall bests. I remember the street theatre, we had 10 days to come up with something dazzling, the 8 of us spent time chatting, pizza, terrace talks, and blah. In the end, on the day of the culturals, we made up an on the spot skit on some saving prostitutes, wasn’t as good as expected. At least we made the crowd laugh! > > >
Remember the birthday parties, booking entire theaters, spencer cruising, delicious food, > > >
Remember the trips to the north, the train journeys, the heat, the orange robes, the Rajasthan sand surfing, dancing in the rain, games of Mafia, exotic locations, picturesque valleys, snow fights, the sparkling rivers, rafting, fantastic cultures, > > >
Well one thing we didn’t have, is the prom - something that our counterparts in other nations, so excitedly look forward to. Beyond all that, I guess it was a quite a perfect year!
Well my batch of 2007, my seniors, my juniors, those positions are going to stick with us. I’m sure we will smile at each other when we walk past on the streets, some ten years from now. I know, and you know, that’s all there is to it. Those funny feelings are going to stay for a long time to come. Let’s be happy that it is at least ‘funny’.
The first collage I brought up became popular overnight, and many of my friends have loved the technique and have come with their own collections. . . and google keeps on rocking.
This time, I’ve brought out another collage, this one capturing like 200 moments. But even that number is virtually insignificant compared to the real number out there. I hope you liked it.
If you have any fun experiences that you’d like to share, the best times you had with me/with your friends this year, comment away, I’d love to hear it. These are unforgettable moments, I know, and you know, that’s all there is to it. :)
