"What? Really? Oh you are just f***ing with me!
Goodness me! How can someone wear that?
Tch, I am pissed. I had a fight with my boyfriend.
Hey, is everything okay? I can be your bitch-buddy if you want.
Quick trip to canteen? I am starving!
NO WAY I am eating that oily spring roll! I am on a love handle reducing diet. Okay, maybe just one byte.."
And endless such conversations…
Studying in a college for "women" was not something that I was anticipating. I thought only the behenji types enrolled here. But my buddies are anything but that! From tomboys to hotchicks, from shy - cute dimples to non - stop talking machine, my best girlfriends are an assorted treat. But I won't miss them because I am making a promise to myself of never ever being out of touch with the best people I know! I can't say "I never realised how these 3 years passed!" because I was very aware of it. I remember how some classes used to be endlessly boring, how the bitchy sessions would never end, how the serious discussions took away hours from a day, how the night stays seemed like a complete day. I would remember college to be a really long chapter in my perfect yet boring life. Because short term happiness would be forgotten 10 - 12 years later. These long years would never fade from my memory.
The hottest girl of the year is my best friend. The others might never know, but I am amongst the very few who know how special and caring and sweet and silly and smart (and I can go on!) she is even without that jaw - dropping figure!
The most loved girl in the class is my best friend. But what I can be snobbishly proud and say that I am her bestest friend!
The funniest girl in the class in my chadd - budd. But she can show her vulnerable and serious side to me without hesitating.
The smartest and most practical girl in class has a heart - to - heart connection with me. Her advice and selfless help is available to me at any odd - hour.
I am still living in denial that college is coming to an end. I keep saying that we still have 3 months and I plan to live these three months like 3 full years. There is so much I am yet to share and learn and laugh about. There are so many happy and bitter memories I am yet to live. There are so many canteen trips, night outs, movie screenings, boring lectures, fests, metro - station chats, paper chats in between classes, bitching sessions, adult jokes,shopping trips, lunches, fights, hugs, kisses, crying, crushes I still have to experience and I plan to do it all in these three months. I don't want my grandkids to tease me and say 'Oh GrandMa, you are such a bore! You didn't even do this in your college?'
This was supposed to be weepy note that a true cry - baby would write before graduating. This was supposed to be a thank you note to numerous people. And this was supposed to be a good luck note to self and others. But it is none of the above. Because, I am not through with college. It still owes me a million or so more memories.
