For All My Friends....
When we all joined this college, we were mostly complete strangers. But over the past four years our lives have become entwined in such a manner that today we cannot imagine a day where we won’t be able to meet each other.
Soon the world will force us to say Goodbye but remember…..
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
We tasted success but the real joy was sharing it with our friends. The joy that every achievement brought was meaningful only because our friends used to ask for that treat! The euphoria of our friends made the success even bigger! We also experienced failure, saw some dreams shattered but we had each other. Friends who helped us cope with the pain, who strived to bring a smile to our faces, who helped us to accept it and move on.
Soon the world will force us to say Goodbye but remember…..
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
There was love and then there was heart-break. There were hook-ups and break-ups. We gossiped about the latest ‘couple’ and blushed or got worked-up when the ‘topic’ included us. But all this would have been meaningless if we did not have friends to tell and tease. Some found the love of their lives, others were not lucky but everyone had a fair share of these delightful “cardiac” moments!
And even though the world will soon force us to say Goodbye, remember…..
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
We wonder what will happen when each one of us goes on our own paths. Some consciously chosen but mostly just given to us. How our relations will change when there is no ELR and no Quad, no main-gate and no canteen, no library and no hub, no football ground, cricket ground or five gardens? What will happen when there is no Madras Café, Relax, Garnish or Classic? What will happen when there is no one to walk down the road to Kapol Niwas and later to Matunga Station?
Soon the world will force us to say Goodbye but remember…..
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
I am myself at loss because our lives as we know will soon change. I so dreaded this date, April 16 that I went into denial mode. Every day I refused to accept that the countdown had indeed begun. But here we are today, the day of our “Niroop”. I fight back the tears, tears not of loss but of helplessness due to the uncertainty of our future course of life.
Soon the world will force us to say Goodbye but remember…..
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
Friends today I want you all to know this… It was we who chose to be friends and it shall be us who shall decide if we want to stay friends. No Niroop or MBA or MS or Job can decide the future journey of our friendship. If we want, nothing will change but only the distance. It is up to us to ensure that we do not lose this precious bond that has developed over the years. There will be new friends, new acquaintances but there won’t be another Friends Union! So let us vow today to preserve this special bond that formed in VJTI. Let us vow to make it stronger in the years ahead.
Because as I have been saying,
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
Many friends have crossed my path
And I thank God for them all
But I got an extra special blessing
When your friendship answered my call….
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rain fall soft upon your track…
So Friend, always remember….
There's nothing that's so final about leaving,
Even though I know that's what you've heard.
Just like forgive, forget and try again,
Goodbye is just another word.
-Ameya Vaidya
Friday, April 16, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
A Little Story...That got me thinking...
I would like to share a little story, a story I witnessed outside my window. Our drawing room has a large window which opens out to the horizon (limited :P) and a Peepal Tree. Many times you can see me seated here gazing out into the oblivion. As my uncle would say...I smoke my imaginary pipe, as I stroke my imaginary beard, having a philosophical moment.
Once I happened to catch sight of a crow, working frantically on a branch of this tree. Ferrying leaves, sticks and other hay-like refuse, it was trying to build a cozy home. In a matter of days its nest was ready. A cute and comfy home, ready to welcome the crow and its family. There were two crows. The mother who would mostly sit in her nest, fidget a little until she was comfortable. The father crow meanwhile could be seen perched on the branch near the nest or flying sojourns to find food or any other thing the mother would fancy. :)
Then as expected the nest suddenly had three eggs. Now guided by instinct the mother would guard her eggs fiercely. Her instincts tell her how to protect her eggs and ensure they are hatched. Any other crow or bird or even a squirrel which dared to venture near her nest would be met with a stern glare of her eyes and fluttering of feathers. The other birds soon leaned to keep their distance from her nest. The father crow would still fly out to find food and sometimes would take up position to guard the eggs while the mother flew.
All stories don't have a happy ending and even this one didn't. A couple of days later I noticed there was unconfortable activity at the nest. To my shock, the eggs were missing. The poor crows could not understand what had happened but I could see that a hole at the bottom of the nest was the culprit.
Mother crow was probably shrieking in grief and kept helplessly fluttering her feathers. She flew away and came back to the nest several times in a day. I could feel the pain but I wondered if she felt the pain,as an emotion?
After a few days, the crow did not return back. I thought I would see her again, visiting her nest,but strangely no crow ever fluttered back to the place which the two crows once called 'home'. Soon the nest was all cleared and very little remained to indicate what had transpired. Clearly her instinct told the mother that it was time to move on.
And that's when I got thinking about 'instinct'?
What makes it possible for a species of a lower intellect to commit deeply, protect its loved ones, procreate and then Let Go?
Humans on the other hand can't just do it. And humans also show a paradox. First we can not give enough of ourselves and then pain, anxiety of separation and loss lingers much longer than is sometimes healthy!
Was Charles Darwin Wrong? Is Intelligence really inversely proportional to instinct and ur thinking?
When we really have to make a decision, does a lack of instinct and an abundance of knowledge perhaps leave us with more options and reasoning? Or does it just leave us discombobulated and at sea?
Once I happened to catch sight of a crow, working frantically on a branch of this tree. Ferrying leaves, sticks and other hay-like refuse, it was trying to build a cozy home. In a matter of days its nest was ready. A cute and comfy home, ready to welcome the crow and its family. There were two crows. The mother who would mostly sit in her nest, fidget a little until she was comfortable. The father crow meanwhile could be seen perched on the branch near the nest or flying sojourns to find food or any other thing the mother would fancy. :)
Then as expected the nest suddenly had three eggs. Now guided by instinct the mother would guard her eggs fiercely. Her instincts tell her how to protect her eggs and ensure they are hatched. Any other crow or bird or even a squirrel which dared to venture near her nest would be met with a stern glare of her eyes and fluttering of feathers. The other birds soon leaned to keep their distance from her nest. The father crow would still fly out to find food and sometimes would take up position to guard the eggs while the mother flew.
All stories don't have a happy ending and even this one didn't. A couple of days later I noticed there was unconfortable activity at the nest. To my shock, the eggs were missing. The poor crows could not understand what had happened but I could see that a hole at the bottom of the nest was the culprit.
Mother crow was probably shrieking in grief and kept helplessly fluttering her feathers. She flew away and came back to the nest several times in a day. I could feel the pain but I wondered if she felt the pain,as an emotion?
After a few days, the crow did not return back. I thought I would see her again, visiting her nest,but strangely no crow ever fluttered back to the place which the two crows once called 'home'. Soon the nest was all cleared and very little remained to indicate what had transpired. Clearly her instinct told the mother that it was time to move on.
And that's when I got thinking about 'instinct'?
What makes it possible for a species of a lower intellect to commit deeply, protect its loved ones, procreate and then Let Go?
Humans on the other hand can't just do it. And humans also show a paradox. First we can not give enough of ourselves and then pain, anxiety of separation and loss lingers much longer than is sometimes healthy!
Was Charles Darwin Wrong? Is Intelligence really inversely proportional to instinct and ur thinking?
When we really have to make a decision, does a lack of instinct and an abundance of knowledge perhaps leave us with more options and reasoning? Or does it just leave us discombobulated and at sea?
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