The Rolling stones

The Last Class Of College..

I walked with my best friends across the campus……… towards my class… my final year engineering class. The hour hand at the watch said … it was ten minutes past 5…. and there was not even a single trace of any life in the college…….. except for we me and my best pals ………..

Another ten steps.. and there was our class with the doors shut… !!! we were on the third floor… and the sun setting down in the valley with its orange rays was creating a magical scene. Had a wish that the time stops at that very moment… but it never happens… the seconds hand ticked heavily….. and we opened the doors of the class for one last time……………….

Wished i cud ask my teacher…”may i come in…. “ and wanted to hear her shout…. “You late again… no attendance…”
but there was no one there… just empty desks.. and we …. looking at the walls…. and the desks.. all empty… with quotes we wrote … and the raised platform .. where the torture classes were held… and the last benches.. where we had fun…. laughed …. kicked out…. hiding from the teachers… pleading for asn’tnce………… million memories rolled like a muvee into our minds… and there was complete silence for a moment.. and we smiled … laughed!!!!!

Walked like heros from the medivial times…. jumped over the benches… had a look at the tree where our batch used to sit.. where we used to party ,where we used to chat, where we celebrated jr.Ntr`s birthday before some of our juniors got suspended where we used to watch the so called babes of our college…. hehehe… babes in engineering…. a dream in itself… (no offenses to any babes)… ..

drifted to our place… … sat there….. side seats…
dint feel like the last day …. asn’ remember how we met …. how we came to such a stage… feels like i know my friends from ages… feel like as if i was born in this college….. feel like i was always here…

The entire class was still there alive…. the last benchers sleeping………. the gals chatting amongst themselves……….. the teacher in her own world…… VAMSI sitting besides me …. cribbing about something …. Injam sitting on first bench taking down notes…. and Gopi smiling at the babes…. Anand … trying talking to the gals… and we laughing about something of the other….. me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad………… making some sketches.. or bullshit poetry …………

and i, with the same enthu… looked outside… but today there asn’t anybody there……………. just the deserted corridor………. and i cud see the mechanical department at the end… no one there………………

looked back….. but there was Samanth .. in his dream world…. not scribbling anything in his notebook… not laughing this time…. not sayin anything this time……….. just sitting there.. and there was Gopi there was anand there was Injam there was vamsi…there is ranga there is sagar and there was me …..
joking about how we were cought saying proxy for vamsi in the second year .

Talking about how good time we had in third year tour to ooty

Talking about Number of movies we saw in black

Talking about seetayya

Talking about vaddesvarem Discussing stories screen played by Satyakrishna

Talking about how ranga collects old question papers

“roll number 208………. “
“roll number 222………… Anand…. what the hell in the world you speak with gals for such long time…….. “
“Ok fine…………. roll number 224 “
“………………….. hey .. present ma’m………… “
“you sleep dear…!!! no asn’tnce for you……………..”

No asn’tnce…. the class has ended… and my friends… chatting and laughing …. going for a chai… aur a samossa….. aur a banana juice…

and we sat there ….. sat there all alone ……… closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus was calling us…………..

Wanted to attend one last lecture…….. but this time there was no one to take that last lecture…………..

and there was that door… open… and we wished all the time .. to run away …. to bunk.. but this time it asn’t….. one last time…. one last time………… attended the class…. with no one.. just we

Today gopi is in boston vamsi in Jacksonville samanth going to Chicago anand doing business in Bandar Injam staying banglore

Me with a heavy heart in Hyderabad .seetayya in US sagar in bang ranga choosing to be a lecturer ?

Satyakrisha a MBA grad WOW ..

They say rolling stone don’t collect mass but we(rolling stones) who rolled in different directions still are someway connected.

Thanks to Microsoft outlook

Thanks to graham bell for inventing telephone

Thanks to Wright brothers for inventing plane.

Thanks to the person who invented internet.

Thanks to thousand others whom I didn’t thank who helped me to stay connected to my best friends.

Bye Take care

Yours lovingly ramarao

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