It was the day after convocation. Chinmoy was busy in packing as the next day he had to move out of the campus. Last few hours had been heart-wrenching as seeing-off buddies was not so easy. Most of his batchmates had already vacated their hostels.
He stopped for a while and looked around. Oh yes, that’s the famed PDP point. Huh! Ragging was never a part of their life; it was PDP…a series of Personality Development Programmes :) . It was the place where he had been ‘pdp’ized right through the first semester. It was fun. However at the beginning of 2nd year he was at the other side of the court. Per se…there was no noteworthy turnaround; except a suffix ‘Sir’ added up to his name. Chinu had been upgraded to ‘Chinu sir’.
Two years ago we all started out as strangers, became friends, and then ended up as buddies. A few became temporal parts of life so when they leave, one would feel nothing but excruciating pain because they have plunged too deep. At this juncture, it became a struggle to let people go as we all have had history, treasured memories for life. Yet one had to see off them; not as strangers, but as buddies.
It requires a lot of courage to put on a brave face and wave good-bye to some, knowing that we might never see each other again. The time has come to realise that “your wings already exist, all you have to do is fly”.
Chinmoy gave an amiable look at his trophies that he received during last 2 years. He pulled out a sticky note from bookshelf that quoted Mariaanne Willianson’s lines: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so”.
He was nostalgic; yet quite indomitable as he could envisage his career path from here.
Tring…tring…the intercom was set on full volume. Chinu ignored it.
It rang up again. Perhaps the intercom was on a mission to distract the master of room no. D-105 from further moving into weighty thoughts.
“Who is irritating now! Must be a junior”. He was annoyed.
Since last Monday, at least half a dozen juniors had approached him and probed about the exact day and time when would be leaving the campus so that they could occupy D-105.
Today during breakfast, a junior was enquiring about the travel plan until “Hey you, hang on!’ a manly voice stormed in. It was Nitish, Chinmoy’s roommate. ‘You can shift to D-105 only after our departure from the campus. Let us stay in peace for next few days. Anyway, June onwards the entire campus will be yours” Nitish replied.
The phone was ringing incessantly. Chinmoy went and picked it up.
Chinmoy: Hello.
Suruchi: Chinu! Where are you? You became deaf or what. I’ve been calling you for last 10 mins.
C: Yeah. I was busy.
S: Now listen. We are leaving the campus at 7pm. Gotta catch Narmada Exp at 9.30.
C: Huh…We mean who?
S: Me and Naina…u idiot.
C: Oh…fine.
S: Kya ok? Are you gonna carry this fight right through your life? Both of you have not spoken to each other since last year’s annual day.
C: Change the topic Thebdi (he used to call Suruchi as Thebdi, means “mentally retarded”). Right now I’m not in a mood to argue. I know that you have been on a ‘patch up’ mission for one and half years, but it’s not possible. I’m not going to talk to her…Please.
S: As you wish…anyway, come down to C-505. Mom has carried a box of your favourite Mawa ghewar. She would love to meet you.
C: Oh…Aunty has arrived. Ok…will be there around 3pm.
S: No. You come now. We would have lunch together.
The line got disconnected. But for a minute, it gave him a flashback of what happened during the initial days of PDP sessions where Naina and him were tagged as ‘Ms. Simple’ and ‘Mr.Simple’ respectively. He laughed realising how goofy he was.
By now, folks in campus had started weaving a story around the ‘Simple couple’. In spite of Chinmoy’s irk, people started pulling his legs and at times he lost his temper. All these added fuel to fire. On the contrary, Naina was poised. Moreover, someone from the senior batch had already threatened Chinmoy to stay away from Naina. (there could be multiple reasons. God knows for what!) . This incident happened on the night before Institute foundation day & it had tormented Chinmoy. His impulsive mind could do nothing but pick on Naina as the culprit. It’s high time and let’s have a tĆŖte-Ć -tĆŖte with Naina. He called her as asked to be at the terrace garden in 10 mins. It was already midnight and people were still practicing for the cultural programmes going to be performed next day.
Naina: Haan bolo. What happened? Why are you not with your drama club members? By the way, kudos! you have managed to pull out a nice script for this year’s show. Now you should be with your team. Hey, you don’t look well too…is everything fine?
Chinmoy: Shut up Naina! Don’t make a theatre in front of me. Well, you are a fine actor…aren’t you? Do you think that I got a solitary objective in life to chase you? What do you think of yourself? I am here to ‘study’…you got that right?
N: Hey…hang on! What’s wrong with you? Why are you shouting at me?
C: A while ago Sangram was here. For God’s sake don’t tell me that you are not aware of this. That self-acclaimed ‘well-wisher’ of your’s abused me and he wanted me to stay away from you. What a piece of crap is this? Could you explain the rationale behind this fiasco?
N: Chinu…Please calm down. Trust me. I am not aware of all these. Let me call Sangram right away and ask why did he do this.
C: Enough Ma’am. You are the root-cause behind this saga. Neither I want any explanation, nor clarification from any x, y, z. But Naina, can you do me a favour? Both of us would study here for next one and half years. Never ever talk to me. We shouldn’t cross each other’s way. Just do whatever you want to do…but pls stay away from me.
N: Are you gone insane? Drunk or what? We will talk tomorrow after foundation day celebration.
(Ankit shouted from the Auditorium…”Naina, is our nautanki boss with you? If he is around, just tell him that we would rehearse the entire script on stage for the final time. Prof. Sodhi is here and looking for Chinmoy.”)
N: You must go now. We will continue this debate tomorrow.
C: Bye. But you remember what I said.
Chinmoy stuck to his decision. Naina made several attempts to rekindle a friendship…no way! Suruchi (Naina’s bestie and roommate) tried her level best to bring these guys together. But all her efforts went vain. Chinmoy somehow convinced Nitish with some lame reasons and they changed their room from C-302 to D-105 as it was around the terrace garden; most importantly, quite far from Naina’s room. He used to opt out of the presentation groups if by chance they have been picked on a random basis. (But yes, every time he ensured to prepare the ppts as well as helped in Naina’s reports whenever required. He used to share all these through Suruchi with a condition of anonymity). Gradually people forgot it, except Chinmoy.
Life moved on. They had completed their 1styear, core courses in second year, got placed, done with job internship, and finally convocation. They were yet to speak...
It was 1:30 already. He decided to reach C-505 by 2 pm.