As i was packing my bags for going to hostel...dere were numerous thoughts dat crossed my mind with d speed of light- Friends, home,ti ,poha jalebi.,sgsits, Books, Notes, Collection of Movies, reliance to reliance free calling,cat preparation,test preparation,dance parties ,and d list is just endless..i cn go on n on
Finally i decided to take all my books along...i m a bit posessive about dem...i may never ever read dem again, bt i love my books...yeah dats strange...bt i do.The books i m referring to here were mostly d ones which had seen light only during late nite sessions of study during exam time when dey had to suffer being put in all ackward positions and sometimes i even slept on them.That ws d tym wen i n everyone else wanted to get rid of books asap...waiting despratley for exams to end so dat dey could be bidden farewell and we all could njoy d party!
But realising dat their time is over and i may not need dese books nemore makes me emotional about dem to an extent dat i carry many of them frm indore to nagpur n dats quite an exercise, dat 2 a tough one!!! They remind me of the times wen these particular books had significance...D time i cooked up every excuse to stay away from a particular book or how i could not get a single word wt ws written in it until d last day of d exam or how i managed to complete an assignment...all copy-paste done from d book!
Just as i managed to pack all my books in a big large bag,which was already as heavy as my heart since it was time to finally leave indore....i found one of my notebooks staring at me from behind the pile of books. It was noticible, coz notebooks r the rarer species dese days...All d books and photocopied notes from other books, e-boooks and of course God Google r more noticible and notebooks r becoming extinct...Dere diminishing numbers day by day forced me to grab d one i had just seen, n open it to examine its contents. It was d latest one i had, wid 5th sem engineering on it below my Good name...Nostalgia returned as soon as i saw dose words...memories and more memories...and i thought i dare not open it for d fear of my eyes already feeling wet.
But i m nt much afraid of tears and i allow dem to flow freely. Overcoming d initial reluctance, i opened it. It had five partitions for 5 subjects,200 pages in all. I had tried to take down notes during classes during the initial days of the semster,,, but as d 1st two weeks were coming to an end...dis notebook had turned into a more of a fun resource during boring lectures...All it had was comments about other people's hair styles and dress,some latest gossip tit bits, comments on how boring dis lecture was...dat i could teach better dan wt d lecturer was doing, queries about how much time was left,,,or some imp pieces of info dat had to be delivered to shikha dis very moment coz i could nt wait for d class to end...
Dat unimportant notebook i used during d 5th sem suddenly was something i wanted so badly to take wid me...it had so many strings of memories attached to it...it had taken me back memory lane as soon as i saw d cover page..n wt effect when i flipped through the pages...day to day events were unfolding behind my eyes as i turned the pages...dat sound of flipping the pages was a familiar one...even it had a musical effect to my ears now and to my amusement it was naratting my own story !!!
Finally i managed to squeeze it into my already overloaded bag...and here it is right now,,,,lying on my lap...reminding me of d good ol days...
