My friend's enthusiasm for his convocation was infectious. It left me wistfully wishing that my college had a convocation too. It is not that I particularly have a fetish for donning the black robe , or hold the rolled parchment or throw my graduation cap in the air.
It is because a convocation would give me an excuse to go back to college in the ever-so-familiar train. The train which has seen me and my friends play and sing loudly till we get admonished as public nuisances, fight over something as silly as window seats and hide under our pillows when a tunnel approaches.
It is because a convocation would give me another chance to enter the hallowed entrance and have a glimpse at the board which would make my heart skip with joy and yet, wrench with nostalgia.
I can almost visualise me and my friends point out the favourite landmarks - the ubiquitous redi, which is the cornucopia of interesting food and the breeder of philosophers, thinkers and sometimes, engineers. The passive onlooker will call it the tea stall. We would point at the computer lab, which is more used as a meeting place for lunch outings than as what its name claims.
We would sit, with our elbows propped on the grass lawns and look at the sky and relive the conversations that place had encapsulated a couple of years back. Conversations ranging from the origin of the universe to the next day mess breakfast.
We would look around our hostel, and laugh at how the once all female bastion has now become a shared domain.We would take snaps in front of our respective rooms along with the graffiti scribbled on the doors. We would look at the colors spilled on the walls during holi and try to frame the culprit...
We would look at the stage in the auditorium and relive the days of dancing all night to melodies heard and unheard.The auditorium, where they had watched my moments of pride, embarassment and happiness on stage and cheered equivocally.
I am finding it difficult to come out of this reverie.This is definitely not turning into reality, atleast not in the near future. But the reality of the memories remain. The memories which bring a tear to the eye and a smile to the lips.