will not miss MANIT...

Goodbyes are all around…..finally those hard moments have come which I tried to push, but the time waits for none…people have started packing their bags, are making sure that not a trace is left…..but somewhere something is still missing, that they’ve forgotten…..a part of them is still here and it’ll remain here forever, like a ghost.

But I won’t miss MANIT, not a bit of it….all these four years are long enough…now one should move on. But may be everything won’t be normal soon….

Driving the bike at full throttle won’t be adventurous anywhere like what it used to be at mata mandir, new market and every inch of road of Bhopal……

Every morning when I would wake up, I would miss my small hostel room with stone hard bed and even the cushion of my bedroom won’t do….the delicious breakfast at home might not match the pathetic snacks at hostels for few days…..there won’t be any more classes to go to…..and if somehow I step into a place like that, and sit on the back-bench, giggles of ashish and ravish would echo in my ears and the voice of keshav saying “aaj dekh kya sahi lag rahi hai wo…”, would make turn n look for a glimpse of her....

Sitting on the PC would always make me sign in to gtalk and wait for a buzz to come from aditi with a smiley and a ‘hi’…..No more examinations will be conducted and if they would, I would always look at the person in front and somewhere my heart would ask “priya, 3rd ka 2nd part bata na”……no more eyes would look upon me asking objectives……

There won’t be rahul to whom I could ask weird questions about weird girls…..movies won’t be fun without watching them with Munna……no one would ever make any poems on me except Save……Nothing would sound more clear other than Illad’s pathetic hindi…..And I won’t be able to light a cigarette without Mradul saying TBM….

I wonder who will give me updates of college and the world without Jitu being there… certainly there won’t be a player like Shreyas at the pool tables anymore ….and a real friend like Apoorv who would read my eyes and lend a soothing hand on my shoulders…..and hell, I won’t get a buddy like Surya to take him with me wherever I want to, spill all the sentiments whenever I would be high, or just lay on his bed when I feel alone….

No more home-made stuff would be there to pounce upon, no more b’day contri parties, no more beautiful girls to go to college for, no more SMSs from a sweet junior, no more jolly Shubhi to talk to, endlessly, or fight with…No more PJs from Mr. Avi Maheshwari, no more whistlers like Jha and commentators like Devendraji…..studs like Ringo, and Waiky…..true leaders like Gireesh….

No more night outs, counter strike thrills, country side dhabas, matamandir tea stalls, prison break episodes, high volume rock band songs….and many crazier things.


............And, then, when I would look into the mirror, it would be hard to recognize this Naveen from what used to be something like ‘NJ/67’……and then I'll know I'm not missing MANIT, I'm missing my life.....