It has been Eight years............

It has been eight years now, but feels like just yesterday. I remember how after completing our last board (it was biology) exam we went to Principal’s residence for special Lunch organized for us the out going batch. After the lunch we went to PWD where our own beloved hemo da had organized another special lunch, as during our stay we had helped him grow his business.
By the time we reached our respective houses everyone of us were in a different state of mind, depressed, sad, nostalgic and what not…some were accompanied by their bhaities, few were busy packing and as for me I was just thinking how fast life moves as we completed 7 years of our stay and it was like a blink and miss…After packing we were ready for our regimental dinner – the first in our honour and the last in school time.
After dinner it was traditional visit to all the houses wishing the juniors all the best for their future….After returning to the respective houses we had our own party organized filled with beer and chicken from Hema…That was one such party filled with lots of emotions, every body was sentimental and almost cried discussing all the good and bad moments during our stay. Few were sorry for if they had misbehaved and not into talking terms with some; few were planning to stay together at Guwahati for coaching.
I personally had a fear of loosing good friends, afraid of facing the cruel world alone without friends. After that we went to reading room where juniors were also very sad as we were leaving. It was about 4 am in the morning and after much discussion and advice which we never followed but passed on to our juniors we went back to our rooms only to get ready to leave our school. It was Ist April 2001 and that date many of us will never forget ……..I hoped if it had been a April’s fool prank on us , which never was …….As the school bus was made ready for us we were taking out our trunks and bags outside our houses. For the last time we all were standing in front of our house in fallin and Alok Singh starting with “OMNI VINCENT OMAR” (Our House Motto) and that broke us all, we all started crying like kids. After loading our bag and baggages we walked towards the bus which was parked in the road in front of the auditorium. I remember whole school standing on both sides of the road including our teachers. We went and touched our teacher’s feet and we could see few among them crying for us as we cried too. After that we greeted the students standing by the sides of the road; few class VI students were also crying looking at us. It was a situation like a girl’s farewell ceremony. In a girls home where the whole family cries including the girl……Now after many years I realize the feeling, the love , the affection, the bonding we shared with each other, with our juniors and our teachers and of course our school as a whole.

One ran to the football ground and kissed the goal post, one last time and some were too far away from their loved spots in the campus. Today I am thousands of kilometers away from it removed by a time warp of 8 long years and still writing about it.