My heart is in a delima of emotions... Not just mine but everyone has a confused emotion of joy of getting out of the school and sorrow of the same... Its ironic to be sad and happy for one same reason and that too at the same moment...
Remembering the old days we spent together is obvious as the end of the session is coming closer! That day I was sitting in the classroom's corner most chair... thinking about the past... the blast we had! I've been here for 15 years and have experienced life to its peak... I made friends, I made enemies... I scored my best and the worst in front of the same people!
But its kind of wierd that when you call a girl or a guy your bestfriend but that person goes to the other person because of high standards... and high standard to them was money and the car they drive. Wierd!!!
It was fun going for a sports period and not coming back even for the math class. Together the seniors and the juniors who bunked the class sat near the corridors on the stairs and a friend who kept saying, "Oh man the proffessor is here." and all of us running away from each other and meeting at someother place! Those were nice days...
The lunch breaks were awesome... walking down the corridors with the friends and making fun of young couples who seemed to be the world's worst matches... hahaha! The best part was the Diwali celebrations... Our group of seniors and the juniours making plans to burst crackers in the washroom... the people who blasted the crackers in the washrooms were our friends and we gave duty for checking the crackers... it was fun... we planned the game and pretended to prevent it!
Then attending the math class once or twice a week and making the teacher scream on us for not completing the assighnments... With new sessions we expected new and hot admissions but nothing happened. Friends remained the same. And the last one year in my school especially for my batch was an eye opener. The people who called us friends were actually the backstabbers... And the ones we assumed to be really bad proved to be the only support when we needed them the most! Life was strange at our school... millions of ups and downs, infinite tortures, countless controversies and endless rumours... but now we are leaving.... we all are together.... still not all of us but most of us.. not hand in hand but somewhere in our minds we realise our mistakes and try to mend them.... but now we don't have much time for that!
Well I have a nice friend who says life is really short... live every moment of it as much as possible!
Its true... late realisation is not going to help us anyways... all of us will be going to different directions and I hope everything turns out to be well so that all of us have a peacefull farewell from our school!
At this point of time I hate my school and my batchmates but I know I'm going to miss my school a lot!
Bye Bye B.P.S....
:)