bls31
December 22nd, 2009, 01:18 PM
All of us have experienced ,the feeling of uncertainty, that of a bit of vacuum , having finished the student phase in life and ready to step in the Job market. It would be nice to know how others fared.
My lat day in Apr 1953, when things were so different than today, was as under, though I was fortunate enough that I had qualified for training at IMA Dehradun , but the merit list was still to be out and the call letter yet to be received.
BLS31
My Last Day
At
The University
APRIL 1953
It was the usual April day but for me it was the most usual. And the real significance of it dawned much later in its full realisation.
It was my last day at the University, but right at the moment I was too busy to think seriously about it. I still had to sit for my last paper still to write for three continuous long at the same time short hours. But there was still some time to go_ the last swift glance through the notes, the last turning over the pages of the book revising and remembering in the mind all that I had crammed.
I was pretty tired with continuous hard work and late nights, the tension and tight nerves though all this was not so apparent, I hadn’t slept the night before, may be the eyes may have closed for a half hour but I had to revise it all, but I was too busy to feel it all. Ayodhya came down to call me. I was tying my shoe laces, I had on the same suite of clothes that I had worn throughout the last four days, I was unshaved, but there was no time for such luxury,
We walked down towards the hall -for the last time - there were many like us taking the same path. Some nervous, some confident some still with their notes, books and papers. Some discussing possible questions others talks nonsense. Some were moving alone others in-groups.
At last the paper was before me_ for the next three hours I was out of this world. I came out of the hall a few minutes earlier than the finishing time and completing my educational career. There were many people out side, my lips and tongue were dry, and I took two glasses of water- some relief. I talked a few words with Narendra (a friend. Now deceased). But now I started to feel how tired I was .
Vijeylakshami (a bit of a friend: an undefined relationship; for more read Chapter on Lucknow in my book ‘A Soldiers Journey with Two Wives’ ) came out of the hall I went her to say goodbye and enquire about papers and it was now that I realised as to how tired and worn I was, I could not even talk properly my mouth was once again getting dry, we talked some trivial. Then I went back to the hostel to fetch for her some notes and Practical Note book.
We once again talked some trivial. I wonder if it was control on her part or it was really like that, probably I shall never know.
I did not sleep in day Bhoop (My friend, now deceased) gave me a show of Anarkali. I was absent mined through out the show, deep in my own thoughts. Sorry in a way_ with no apparent cause- with a feeling of having lost _without having lost any thing. I could not enjoy.
We came back. I took out my bed in the veranda,. But I lay awake far in the night; I could not sleep_ I was leaving Lucknow now and with it so many sweet memories how could I. I don’t know how late I slept. The next day I left for uncharted waters.
My lat day in Apr 1953, when things were so different than today, was as under, though I was fortunate enough that I had qualified for training at IMA Dehradun , but the merit list was still to be out and the call letter yet to be received.
BLS31
My Last Day
At
The University
APRIL 1953
It was the usual April day but for me it was the most usual. And the real significance of it dawned much later in its full realisation.
It was my last day at the University, but right at the moment I was too busy to think seriously about it. I still had to sit for my last paper still to write for three continuous long at the same time short hours. But there was still some time to go_ the last swift glance through the notes, the last turning over the pages of the book revising and remembering in the mind all that I had crammed.
I was pretty tired with continuous hard work and late nights, the tension and tight nerves though all this was not so apparent, I hadn’t slept the night before, may be the eyes may have closed for a half hour but I had to revise it all, but I was too busy to feel it all. Ayodhya came down to call me. I was tying my shoe laces, I had on the same suite of clothes that I had worn throughout the last four days, I was unshaved, but there was no time for such luxury,
We walked down towards the hall -for the last time - there were many like us taking the same path. Some nervous, some confident some still with their notes, books and papers. Some discussing possible questions others talks nonsense. Some were moving alone others in-groups.
At last the paper was before me_ for the next three hours I was out of this world. I came out of the hall a few minutes earlier than the finishing time and completing my educational career. There were many people out side, my lips and tongue were dry, and I took two glasses of water- some relief. I talked a few words with Narendra (a friend. Now deceased). But now I started to feel how tired I was .
Vijeylakshami (a bit of a friend: an undefined relationship; for more read Chapter on Lucknow in my book ‘A Soldiers Journey with Two Wives’ ) came out of the hall I went her to say goodbye and enquire about papers and it was now that I realised as to how tired and worn I was, I could not even talk properly my mouth was once again getting dry, we talked some trivial. Then I went back to the hostel to fetch for her some notes and Practical Note book.
We once again talked some trivial. I wonder if it was control on her part or it was really like that, probably I shall never know.
I did not sleep in day Bhoop (My friend, now deceased) gave me a show of Anarkali. I was absent mined through out the show, deep in my own thoughts. Sorry in a way_ with no apparent cause- with a feeling of having lost _without having lost any thing. I could not enjoy.
We came back. I took out my bed in the veranda,. But I lay awake far in the night; I could not sleep_ I was leaving Lucknow now and with it so many sweet memories how could I. I don’t know how late I slept. The next day I left for uncharted waters.