Why the end is always beautiful?

I still remember the last days of school - the last lecture, the last viva, the last exam, the last get together and just everything. Those were the days - wonderful, magical and amazing. We wished we had just one more lecture, one more celebration, and just one more moment with friends. We so much wanted it to go on.

But it was meant to end and I moved on to the next ride.

College days, though started with jam-packed schedules and cribbing against the system for making engineering a complete torture program, were more than exciting with a similar-to-me gang. Breaking the rules was the charm of the new ride. Dosa at canteen, frappe at Nescafe, chit-chats at PMP, bunking classes for birthday treats, sledging in basket ball matches, committee meetings, and laughing in those corridors, was life to us and to imagine it otherwise seemed to be impossible. Days, weeks, months and four years passed and brought to end this journey of ultimate experiences and fun with the bestest of friends. When the end was near, we got down to adding memories and moments to life. We would plan one last hang out with the whole gang and had some 15-20 “supposed-to-be-last” hang outs. We just wanted to hold time, hold our life, hold each moment and never let it go. But, the end is inevitable and we had to disperse.

Life at IMT began with many apprehensions and inhibitions. New college, new people and I found it next to impossible to make friends for life here when everybody was seen chasing the race. First trimester kept us on our toes for classes (we had not done the faculty analysis then), quizzes (yes! we studied for the quiz), assignments, case studies, presentations (no plagiarism...mind it!!), exams (serious affair) and trying to settle at the new place (exploring the food outlets – the lifeline). In the following trimesters, life changed owing to the culture at campus. Night long dance parties, sports, business events, unforgettable trips, and celebration for every possible reason paved the way for camaraderie. With the passage of time, I realized that I was wrong. Because it happened again and yet another genuine pool of friends made my life rocking at IMT.

And the sad part of the story is that it will end soon. Lately life has given me a treat; thanks to all my friends. And I am sure we will be making the most of these last few days. I would take this opportunity to let all my buddies know that I really love them all and I will miss them all.

What keeps me wondering is if the next phase would be as happening as these stages have been because now will be the time to face the real world.

Whatever!! The moral of the story is embrace the changes and sooner we do, more we enjoy the ride. And probably, this is why change is the nature of life, to bring more endings and hence, more beauty to life.