The Turning Point

With almost 6 semesters already in the pocket, college life has now long since become synonymous with perpetual entertainment and ceaseless wastage of time. After languishing away countless hours at umpteen locations, the very concept of time-management has become alien to all of us. Apparently, the idea that time can be utilized for something purposeful has invariably deserted us. With the current rate at which the amount of time that we are ‘not utilizing’ is increasing, it’s not long before presence of just 24 hours in a day becomes a major hindrance.

What started merely as a one-off affair transformed into an integral part of our lifestyle in a presto. Non-stop laughter riots to heated arguments to emotional atyachaar…our deliberations have seen it all. Be it at 11 in the night or 2 in the afternoon, time was never a constraint, always at our disposal. Our innate obsession for leisure meant that location was never an impediment with roof-tops, petrol pumps, college premises and what not all having to bear the brunt of our nuisance.

It was during these times that we learnt the two decrees of time wastage- one you don’t need any occasion and two you don’t need any location. There in lies the beauty and simplicity of inept get-togethers, all you need is a bunch of guys willing to lay down the anchor, fighting off any defiance that lead to something constructive.

But here lies the catch. It’s been almost three years that we have been a part of this anomalous ordeal but never throughout our enterprise have we felt the need to get on a more orthodox track. It’s not just the fun and frolic associated with the journey up to this point that lucidly overshadows the adversities of our traversal, in-fact there was a lot there in those meetings for us to unearth. All the contrasting times that we had to face helped us to truly fathom what friendship really meant and why it’s the most prized thing that one can possess. However sleek may be the possibility of its occurrence amidst all the idiocy and absurdity, we did suss out more about friendship and camaraderie than we had ever done. It helped us become better people.

Ten years down the line, I may not remember my classes or my professors but the time spent with my friends is something that I would never forget. Irrespective of whatever the final outcome may be, and wherever our destinies may lead us, I’m sure I would proudly be able to proclaim that my college life was the most beautiful flower in the lovely garden of life…