And the college life ends. Some might say it’s the end of an era but I
say it’s the end of one of the best chapters of our lives. The old rickety benches,
the dimly lit class rooms and all the fun and environment around it
all will be over. Still look for a chance to go back and to sit at our
group s regular table but miss the group. Every one s getting busy in
their lives really fast and it makes me feel insecure that all of a
sudden the memories that v all created together will be forgotten only
to be remembered during occasional meetings. Time fly’s bye, truly it
does.
I can remember my first day in college not knowing anyone but by
bestie and the initial few days v were bored to shit. Then v met Mandar a short guy with a small but thick moustache you meet him and you know he s a guy worth trusting your life with. By that time v were still running in and out of Mumbai university trying to get our documents done, that s when v met Harshad a slim guy so talkative that you
will bet a million bucks he s got into the wrong field and should have
been a radio jockey. I always stayed away from girls and the notes and
stuff were always taken by Parth from this one girl who always used to
occupy the first bench of the class and rarely used to speak to
anyone. Initially v though her name was Fatima but turns out it was
Farhad, a guy trapped in a girl’s body. Honestly I was a bit sacred of her as I felt she was crazy, well just for the record she became one of my closest chums. But I was right about my first impression she s still completely unpredictable and spontaneous. Then last came in the pheobe of the group, Aarti, a day
dreamer and a total “i don’t know what to do “girl. She was a
complete over actor; her most famous dialogue came in front of the
Vodafone store and almost had Parth beaten up. They were just walking
down the road and suddenly she said loudly "usne mujhe yahan chuva
vaha chuva" a famous dialogue from a romantic family movie and not from any adult movie as the dialogue may represent. The crowd around them was stunned and had she been crying while saying that parth would have been beaten up for sure.
Initially there were many other people but slowly and gradually all the others had their own separate groups and we 6 people formed a world of our own. Things we did were crazy and we were probably the only ones who used to attend college regularly. The third year, when we all had migrated to GLC from other colleges was less fun and more study as we all were not that close but from the 4th year onwards it was awesome, things we did ranged from playing Gold spot in the class to dumb charades and throwing chalks and stuff. Once we had this powder fight were my talcum powder was used to spoil others dresses. And one time Mandar brought a unique colour during holi which would just keep getting darker every time u rub it. I remember during the end of the 4th year we had our Viva’s and all of us were sitting together in the same bench and what a time we had, we were the most mischievous group in the class and even the professor who was conducting the Viva keep staring at us and we would immediately indulge ourselves in books. We literally cheered any of our group members who used to go on the dais for his/her viva. And the professor was so much distracted that she said to everyone who went up there amongst us “wow your friends are sure supportive”. And we all scored well in it in spite of this “Chakallas” ( Harshad’s slang). The Transfer of property lectures were I and parth used to doze off sitting in the first bench and Farhad would keep nudging us to pay attention. The lectures of Ruparel Sir which I used to attend even though I had not taken Tax laws. And ofcourse how can we forget Farhad’s favourite professor Brijesh Ranjan. This guy once sent a text to her saying he’ s unwell and wont be able to make it for the class and we jerks typed in “ Get Well Soon Mamu” and hit the sent button….what a laugh we had, idiots of the highest category.
Our fifth year started off with a big fight which split the group completely and it was the talk of the town for sometime as everyone kept asking what happened and why but even in fight mode we were united as none of us told anyone outside the group what had happened and brushed it off saying it was just a silly bet. After one whole semester we came back as a whole due to Mandar’s effort and our own want to be with others as no one admitted but missed the other real bad. Then it was a complete party time we had so much fun probably the best three months, bunked every lecture to such extent that we didn’t even know who our subject professor was. And who plays UNO cards when their Viva is being conducted in the next room, V did. Who appears for exams without any knowledge of the paper style and keep staring at each other the whole time, V did. Who comes in late by half an hour for this exams directly from Shirdi completely unprepared, Harshad did. Played UNO cards the whole day along with dumb charads went to malls and played so many games that we had around 4000 reward points. That was the time of our life, saw two movies back to back, fought with the watchman, set people up, made the first table of the canteen our classroom where we used to sit eating and playing from 7am to 2pm………..so much we did.
The year ended with an awesome trip to Alibaug on the eve of my birthday, the first trip all of us took together. It was so much fun three days we had a blast no touch with the outside world except with family and I got a very peaceful birthday celebration at the beach the whole day and also gifts like a couple of Ferraris and a Batman T-shirt I was longing for. It was a full on party time we had awesome food, played everything from dumb charads to antakshari to truth and dare to doing what not. We used to sleep at 4 or 5 in the morning and wake up by 9 to go out and enjoy more.
What fun days they were now as it all ends nostalgic feeling kicks in and the bare fact that it will be years from now when all of us will spend such time together seems surreal. But we all managed to do one thing we all have created a personal space of the other in our hearts that cannot be taken by anyone else. But one thing for sure the three years that we all shared through love, fights, fun and games is a memory lodged in forever. V all made a unique group, Farhad Pathan a.k.a Angry Young Man, a Muslim who has never been within 1 km radius of burka and does not read namaz. Parth Shah a.k.a Sethji a Gujarati who was the group’s World Bank and very generous to even a dog. Harshad Puranik a.k.a Pj-King, a Brahmin who loves to have chiken and other non veg items. Aarti Nimbalkar a.k.a Overactor, No Comments. Mandar Jadhav a.k.a Mimbiya, a staunch maratha who’s best friends include jerks like us. And finally me Sriraj Menon a.k.a Bhukkad Singh, a south Indian born and brought up in Gujarat who has basically no knowledge about the ancient Hindu mythology in any form and loves cars more than girls. If people call us crazy I say, Hell ya we are!!!!!!!!!!!
