and you find yourself excitedly preparing for Shimla.
First batch trip. 6 days and nights with no limits to the
shenanigans. You end up making crazy memories, emo-
tional memories. Your friendships grow to a whole new
level. A trip that comes so close to our heart, it’s difficult
to not let your emotions take over you on the journey
back.
There is probably no time when you don’t have some-
thing to look forward to. January has you returning the
many favours of your seniors. Feb has you (at least the
guys) suiting themselves up to woo the LH ladies, with
the girls being their wing(wo)men. Then comes infest,
and there is a different level of excitement and enthu-
siasm to win when you’re a fachcha. You dance even
when you know you cannot dance. You wear your best
clothes only to get paper balls thrown at you. And to top
it all, you get drenched (literally and figuratively) in the
euphoria of the rain dance, for one last time. Because
then there’s the Proff demon shadowing over you. Enter
the library, again.
All in all, it’s the most vibrant year of your college life
I guess. You’ve come to this stage after 2 years’ worth of
hard work, and you have a desire to let yourself be free
and enjoy life a bit. There is always something going
on. You find the closest of friends in your batchmates,
and also in your seniors. You make crazy memories with
them. Almost every idle day is like, ‘ooh, let’s go this
place. Let’s go to that place. Let’s do anything but sit
in our rooms.’ Birthday celebrations at the coffee spot,
sneaking past guards to sit on the rooftops, spending en-
tire nights with your pals doing nothing but joking and
laughing, living without many worries. Some hearts get
hit with the cupid’s arrow, some get broken, and some
just keep searching (not necessarily in that order).
Then your own fachchas come to college, you see
them and think with a sigh, what a time it was. There
is an air of seriousness in you (exceptions are always
there). You don’t usually spend days idling away at your
friends’ rooms. Everyone gets busy in their own lives, in
finding their own paths. You make plans to have fun,
and sometimes you just feel, “eh, I’m better off sitting
in my room. Too lazy to go out”. You think about doing
something really crazy, then a part of your mind says,
“naa, I’m a bit old for this now”. You realise that those
carefree days are behind you now. You start remember-
ing the memories you made, and waves of nostalgia pass
over you. Yes, they were the Days of our Lives.