Today the Third years had our farewell in college. We took the 7.15 train and a lot of the old train gang was there. It reminded me of how I started my Degree College. Travelling in the train with a group of friends. LIfe did come full circle as Paras pointed out. We were ushered into college in the College Hall. Today a lot of us remembered it so. In the very same hall I was welcomed, I now say a thank you, not yet a good bye. I’m not dead yet..
The farewell was scheduled to start with a customary Chapel service at 10.00. I thought it was 10.30 and was sitting with God outside the Boys Common Room. I asked Eben to join me later. I love Eben, I dont think I could have gone past today without him.I’ll admit this- I cried a lot during the first prayer and couldnt sing the hymn ” count your blessings”. I really couldnt count them. I started to think of each and every one of them. By the time I hit 3 I couldnt sing anymore. our God is faithful, whether you like it or not he DOESNT CHANGE.
We then followed a routine of reading prayers and Sam Sir gave some quick but a powerful short message. Our Chaplain who is incidentally a woman, Aprana Rangaya gave one of the most delicate but well put talk on Psalm 23. She made it simple for everyone who sat there in the chapel. Afterwards we proceeded to the College Hall where our teachers served us food. I liked this part, not because I want to boast saying that “THEY had to serve US!” But simply because it reminded me of what Jesus did for his disciples – “Wash their feet and tell them to do the same.” My College is an excellent example of ‘servant hood”. Our Founder John Wilson gave up his dreams to fulfill a million other dreams . I dont know if they realize it. I sure do. They’ll be rewarded in heaven. A professor who did this without any mask was Prof.Sudhakar.
We have an amicable way of sitting facing each other and listening to any student who wants to talk about his life in college. Some were here for a couple of months,a lot who were just for 3 years, select few for 5 and One person who was there for 7. They were different people with different experiences. Some wrote it down others were bold enough to speak from their heart. it was largely in English although the students who wanted to speak in marathi and Hindi were welcome to do so and so they did.
The hall was packed with Graduating students.Very few sat till the last person said their little something. I’m glad God chose me to be a part of History of Wilson College.
I stepped into a pond a long time ago.As I did so,the water got all muddy, the dirt settled at the bottom had come loose and I could only see a very dirty place I was standing in. I prayed and Jesus came and took the muck away, it was painful. Today I stood in the pond and I can clearly see my feet. I can see what I stand on.Christ the bedrock.
I entered college alone
5 years on,
I leave with Christ
to fulfill His plan for my life.
I realized who my real friends are today. It’s simple really. The ones who stick with you till the end.
I dont want to get out of college so soon.But I dont think there is anything I can do. I wonder if I will come to college when I get bored, like Eben does. But then apart from Sherin there is no one to come back to. Everyone I know has either Graduated or is Graduating with me. I think thats a good thing.
Misha,Supriya,Elvis and I purposely keep lingering around the Department even after lectures are over. The profs get irritated now saying, “they dont want to leave now. Usually Oscar runs as soon as the lectures get over. they’ve begun to realize that they have one week left”.
I dont know if they are identifying with this, or making fun of our situation. if it is, then its a pretty mean thing to do.
Vinitha asked me, ” So tell me Oscar whar do you think about your teachers?”
I told her that I’d tell individually! and poor sould perked up her ears and said ,”Ok. Thats fine.” and waited for me to start.
I had to explain that I would talk to them seperately. She is cool with that.
I like her the best.
Its a good thing that not many people read my blog. I can write whatever I want without worrying so much.
Got back from Dinner with my class at my Head of Department, Michelle Philip’s house. She lives in Air India Housing Colony. There is a Jet Airways Plane parked ourside her lawn. Her house faces the runway. Yes, Eben would have loved to see the planes take off and taxi off the run way!
We played DumCharades and got into lots of controversies and fun! I think this is the third time(unfortunately) that my class has come together as ONE entity and participate in any event.
My favorite professor Vinitha Matthews could not join us. She had a ‘do’ ( thats dinner for Vinitha) at the Principal’s. Honestly I dont think why anyone would willingly put oneself into any situation with him conversing over food. We missed her.
-10(minus 10) to 0 Day signifies the last 10 days of college. With 0 onwards signifying another era in my life.
St. Andrews house had their Farewell Dinner ( read free food for invitees) today in college. I have not seen any activity undertaken by a student body come out nearly perfect. Hats off to all you Sandy’s. I had a mock date with Misha. I’ve never gone out for a date. So my friend and I decided to be ‘with each other’ for the heck of it.
I think of all the people I could choose to think of to talk about this, Sid would be the friend I will miss the most. Sid invited me for the Hoste’s Annual function which was followed by dinner.
I warned all my friends online in December that I was gonna turn nostalgic and emotional as College ended. Some people absolutely hate it. I on the other hand am fine with them thinking so. This is the way I deal with things. I cry when I need to. There is nothing ‘less masculine’ about it. Jesus cried when he was full of sorrow.
10th or the 11th of Feb is the offical date for our Graduating students Farewell.
Im going to write a post for everyday till the 10-11th of Feb. Cheerio~
Now playing: David Crowder Band – Foreverandever Etc… via FoxyTunes Exams are over…well atleast for S.Y. I cant believe I am going to third and final year of college. There have been so much attached to this place that I cant imagine what I am going to do without it. thats what you would expect me to say right?
Well you ARE right, I am saying that. Call me a fool or a hopeless romantic, i dun care. I am blogging from college btw. Stealing into WiFi from the tower behind college. As my friend Steve Sam puts it, ” They are too rich to care”
I found an awesome poem, nay two awesome poems. Blogging it right now.
Abort The Problem
Babies are murdered far and near,
And no one sheds a tear.
No one seems to fear;
Yet God’s judgment is near.
College today was awesome. Didn’t have most of our lectures cuz one of the hostels St.Andrews hosted a Cricket Match for the visually impaired in line with their festival called Sandyquest 2007. The match was awesome, don’t remember who won cuz we were busy playing the game that took most of the crowd away towards the end of the match. This event Real Eyes 2007 as they call it- they blind fold you and you are required to do certain things that would umm how can you put this? …bring you closer to understanding a visually challenged persons life.So they blind fold you and give you the stick that they use to walk around with, you know, the one that you can fold to keep in your purse/pocket. And they lead you through the obstacle course where you are required to get past certain objects like stairs, planks that make you fall for no good reason, rocks and also at the end climb down the scary stairs and feel veggies and fruits. I got a potato that I first called a stone and an orange. Then you have to identify coins and currency and tell the time using a braille watch, this round is called recognition. I sucked here… Then you move on to Emboss cards where you have to tell what letters are pasted together on a piece of paper. Its a word. I got that right. Typing follows ,wherein I rocked totally and got a 10/10 with a WOW from the volunteer. The last one was photography. yay! They spin you around like a bottle and when you stop you have to click the picture in the direction of where you hear a bell go off, also which I got a 10 and the comment. That is a great picture, you are a very good photographer.
Now listen carefully,what I am going to reveal is of the utmost importance of the daily events. As soon as the pretty voice removed my blindfold ( which incidently was the ones they use on the flights to sleep with, and no I did NOT cheat)…removed my blindfold. My eyes opened and I could see one of the most prettiest girls ever. Now I’ve woken up for the past 19 years of my life starting at hospital, home, other varying places but I’ve never opened my eyes to see a pretty face know what I mean? And I’ve tried really really hard to find out who she was but I really cant remember. And for the life of me I do NOT know why I am obsessed with that pretty face. I went there less than a million times and I still cant figure out who she is for certain. The closest I got was ” her name is shweta and she is ty.” Ty what? TyBmm, TyBa,TyBsc. It could be anything.
I can’t contain myself until I figure who she is or until I convince myself she wasn’t pretty enough. Oh and she was the one who commented that I got a great score 37/50 *blush blush *(amu got a 12, noe got 30 and paras 34) . And she seemed to know who I was. Infact everyone in there seemed to know all of the family.
Things I learned today.
When you know there is a pretty girl standing in front of you , talking to you go ahead and talk back do NOT attempt to walk away.- Big Mistake
Blind people are challenged.
I really do not like keychains.I sure don’t have any nice ones.
Got to get my camera fixed to capture awesome moments like these.