Memories.......

College is finally over. Three years of LSR are behind me now. I feel like something has been taken away from me.......and I am already missing college so much. Those long three-hour lectures with Ambar in the first and second years of my course... those walks we took around the campus....the way we hung around uselessly in college, doing nothing at all.... gaaaawd!! I will miss each and every single thing of the college. I will miss walking around the gray corridors with their red-bricked pillars. I will miss the brightly-decorated boards with their bright chart papers and hand-made papers, calligraphed with upcoming events. I will miss the lower foyer, the place where we used to hang out near the stairs when college was normal routine for us. I will miss the beautiful decorations in the lower foyer when a fest or something took place. I will miss the elaborate rangoli and the gorgeous-looking 'urli' with floating rose petals and all. I will miss our teeny-tiny cubby-hole class...room no.7 and 7A. I will miss sitting there and bitching about teachers and classmates and how everything was wrong with the world.I will miss dressing up in the typical LSR fashion when something important happened - FabIndia kurtas, chappals, lots and lots of kajal and bangles.... or wrapping myself in a silk saree. I will miss going to the cafeteria and ordering a rock-solid chocolate brownie (something I was really fond of!) I will miss watching the fat, pudgy cats strolling leisurely around the campus, licking the food off the cafe plates (highly unhygienic!) I will miss those lectures in the Upper Sem and Lower Sem. I will miss all those presentations we made in the Projekt Room. I will miss going to the library and leafing through stacks and stacks of magazines, all organised neatly in their wooden drawers. I will miss those pink torn library cards, and the college identification card. I will miss having to pull out my black Jansport bag every morning, organising my stuff into it - kajal, tissues, lip gloss, pens, registers, newspaper, etc - to carry to college. I will miss the college trees - especially the ones with the white flowers (I don't know the name!) .... those flowers we used to pick off the pathway and tuck into our hair, for that retro or bohemian look. I will miss Bhelpuri-wala bhaiya standing outside the gate and his scrumptious, out-of-the-world 'sev puri'. I will miss walking all the way to GK M-block market with Shreya, Ankita and Deepti, giggling meaninglessly all the way, only to plonk ourselves in the cool comfort of the CCD couches and check out the waiters. I will miss the ruins, shaded with trees, sand and gravel strewn here and there. I will miss sitting outside the gate, just waiting for someone to arrive in the morning or before class, so we could enter the classroom together, having already caught up with the previous day's events. I will miss sitting at the gate after college, not wanting to return to the p.g, content to sit there with my group and talk utter nonsense. I will miss the bamboo groves. I will miss the front lawns, our favourite haunt during the winters. I will miss the audi... and watching stage performances from the back row. I will miss yelling and screaming and whistling and cat-calling. I will miss those amazing choreo and dram-soc performances. I will miss the chaos and confusion of the corridors, at the start and end of a new lecture. I will miss the different kinds of fashion that I could see around college and outside it everyday. I will miss running here and there to find empty classrooms for those initially unscheduled, impromtu lectures. I will miss those hard wooden benches and the shiny brown desks, where we carved our names in wood. I will miss copying assignments from wikipedia and copying-pasting them from the internet. I will miss those random excursions to CP and Sarojini and Lajpat. I will miss shooting a documentary movie on a trivial topic like a shoe. I will miss scrambling around at the last moment to get heaps of notes to mug up for exams the next day. I will miss getting up at 6:30 in the morning to run out in the biting cold to play volleyball for NSO. I will miss an all-women's college. I will miss LSR............................................