AN ADIEU TO MY ALMA-MATER.

Its been approximately 5 months . I was done with my Finals , rushed down those steps and ran. For once , I looked back and took it all in. This was where I spent my 7 years , 7 long years ... apart from my home. And without a glance back , I hailed an auto and hopped into it. That was my "real" farewell. I'm sorry , if I disappoint you , but you think I miss you?. I don't.

You think I can live without you?  Oh yes , I can! 

You think I'm completely and irrevocably in love with you?  I ain't.

But then , the question arises. Why? Why a goodbye if you don't give a damn about me?

Because , every time I think about you , I feel like I'm back home. M.P Hall , where I stood as the new-comer on my very first day , knowing nothing about you. The place where , every morning , we used  to sing..."Daya kardan vidya ka..." It was the same place where our juniors bid us a colorful farewell on our last working day. You saw our futile promises to be in touch forever. But little did we know that , it would only take a couple of days to get busy with our own lives.

My Alma-Mater. You ARE deceiving. You promise a bunch of smarter kids and good grades. You talk big time about dreams and aspirations. And you definitely talk of making friendships, which you said was going to last for a lifetime. Why didn't you ever tell me that hearts break here? Why didn't you ever tell me that here , people don't make friends , they grow into a family? Why didn't you ever tell me that missing you would never be enough? WHY?

Do I talk about all those classes I'd wanted to but didn't bunk? Or do I say about all that excitement  we had for the Social Science Exhibitions? Or how we cheered for our Houses during our Sports Meet? And all the rush for sunglasses and jackets to look cool for our yearly tours? The excitement we had for the "zero-periods" which was allotted for the practice sessions for the Annual Day ? Or do I simply sit numb and the side walls in our MP Hall , trying to take in as much as possible?

The breeze will still blow.  They will take it in sitting in the playground , not us. Football will be played in the rain after school hours , uniforms will be drenched and there will be hoots and shouts in the playground. But they'll be playing , not us. The canteen will still be packed and the lime and egg-puffs will still taste heavenly. But they will have it , not us. The classes will get monotonous sometimes. They'll sleep during the class , not us. There will still be Inter-school Competitions. Bu they'll represent you , not us. There will still be morning assemblies , but they'll conduct the show , not us.

So , this is it. Is it a goodbye , then? Never. Good-byes are for occasions where you're sure that you will NEVER EVER meet in your good life. There are parts in me , grateful that the high school is over (finally) and one can step in to the next phase and never look back. Still , there is a part , which longs for you and grateful to you for moulding me up as a person that I'm today. My Alma-Mater. You'll be on top. Always.

PS.

"Once a KV'n , always a KV'n."

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D