The Homo-sapien is a
queer species. It often understands the value of things only when it loses them
or when it is on the verge of losing them. And we; the girls of III, B. A.
Corporate Economics; are no less different, either! While two years of college
life in our beloved RMS block was spent in the building, nurturing and testing
of our relationship(s) with each other; the culminating year, Third year, was
the most eye-opening and the most memorable year! For it was only this year
that compulsory attendance during Food-fest & Sports day didn't seem an
issue because of kick-ass fun, Festeve was the most spectacular cultural ever,
the department teachers turned overnight from “terrible” to “lovable”, Ethnic
day saw its most colorful attendance and a thousand more annual events were
valued more for their intrinsic value than their face value.
Of course this was
bound to happen! Why wouldn’t it? For this year was the LAST year and the LAST
chance that we were able to enjoy and be part of each event of WCC as its
current product. For it was the only time that we realized how much we were
going to miss something that we used to crib to come to every other day for the
last two years – college and class.
I will admit that unity
has not always been very evident among us. But then again, it’s justified.
For have you ever seen siblings unite and be all lovey-dovey with each other on
a general, normal basis? (Ignore the movies please. I’m trying to be realistic
here.) As I said earlier, we’re only human and our 3 year association has only
made me realize that I actually view each one of you as a sibling; someone whom
I will realize that I miss terribly only AFTER a flight to a foreign land,
takes off.
So yes my dearies, I’m
not sorry for the differences in opinions that we have, the laughs that we have
shared, the mischief that we did, the lectures that we endured, the lessons
that we learnt, the arguments that we settled and the memories that we built. I
am not sorry for the good, bad, thaarumaaru and thakazhi soru (like, literally!)
times that we’ve spent.
Each and every one of
you has taught me something in your own unique way and that has helped mold me
into what I am today. So trust in your teachings when I say that, despite the
misgivings that we've had, I will FOREVER remember you- fondly, with a twinkle
in my eye. And if you thought that you were just about done with my irritation
and mokkae moment, Oh! You’re so wrong. Please brace yourself for a life time’s
supply of Prerna Tarika Diwaker’s special irritation, perverted jokes, mokkae
moments, bossy advices, yells and whines package!
Here’s to three
BRILLIANT years in our Women’s Christian College spent doing everything fun
possible with friends who were once just new faces & names on the
attendance register. Here’s to wishing that each and every one of you is
fortunate to be blessed AGAIN with such an experience in your PG study!
As I conclude this
soppy, nostalgia-filled little monologue that I was struck with while
attempting to study for the Gender Economics semester exam, I have just one
last thing to say-
“Lighted to Lighten;
(For) bravely on we (begin to) go…..”
With lots of love, good
wishes and prayers,
The girl with the long
name,
Prerna Tarika Diwaker!
:D
