Last Day

I have written this long back and today thought of posting it here ....
I walked with my best friend across the campus …. towards my class ..final semester MCA class. The hour hand at watch said it was 8 past 10.. and there was not a single trace of any life in the college … except for the two of us…. Me and my best pal….
Another ten steps … and there was our class with the door shut..!! we were on 2nd floor ..and the beautiful garden outside was creating a magical scene .. had a wish to stop time at every moment but it never happened … the second hand ticked heavily and we opened the door of the class for the last time ….

Wished, I could ask Prof. Venky…. “May I come in Sir ?” and wanted to hear him shout… “You are late again. No attendance for you today ….”
But there was no one there…. just empty desk and chairs... and two of us… looking at the walls … and the desk…. All empty … … the white board and podium…where torture classes were held…..and the last chair ….. where we had fun… laughed …. Hiding from teachers….Pleading for attendance and internal marks … million memories rolled like a movie into our minds…. and there was complete silence for a moment … and we smiled … laughed …

Walked like a hero from medieval times … jumped over chairs …look at those chairs where so called babes of our class used to sit
He He He babes in MCA … a dream in itself …. ( No offences to any babes ….)

Drifted to our place … sat there … side seat …doesn’t feel like the last day ….. don’t remember how we met ….how we came to such a stage .. feels like I know my friends from ages …. feels like I was always here.

The entire class was still there alive….. The last bencher Amit… wamiq … Sohail ..either sleeping or chatting…..the teacher in her own world….. Basab sitting beside me .. cribbing for something … Gopal sitting on first bench taking down notes ….. Dileep smiling at babes …. Richin in his game world and Bish in his dream world … and we laughing at something or the other ..me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad … making some sketches .. or phrasing up a poetry….

The thought stuck … programming class of C …. everyone is attentive…. to learn each and every bits and bytes…the mam….
so beautiful …so intelligent …. so encouraging …. from whoam we got the fundamentals of programming ….
Wanted to say thanks ….and to listen last time ….any points she wants to discuss … but today… no more points …
no more tips…. Just the pin drop silence… and a promise…….. will never let you down….

Ahh….. Basab asking me to look outside … for some babes from PGDBM …standing there ….. and I without even a word looked outside … it was an unsaid communication… Basab pinged me and I with the same enthu looked outside … but today there was nobody …. Just the deserted corridor …..
Looked back there was Basab …. in his dream …. not scribbling anything in his notebook… not laughing this time … not saying anything this time … just sitting there ….

Roll No 11
Roll No 11….. okkk
Roll No 12
Again missed my attendance ……. Hay….. Present Mam ….
You sleep dear..!! No attendance for you..!!

No attendance….. the class has ended … and my friends …chatting and laughing….going for sandwich… or .. tea.. or ... juice
and we sat there …sat there alone …closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus were 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 …
we wished all the time …to run away … to bunk … but this time it was not ..
one last time … one last time … attended the class … with no one just we two…!!