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My last day at NIT Rourkela

Almost 14 months since my last day at NIT Rourkela. The last time I walked across the corridors of SD as a hostelite.
It was Wednesday, the 15th of May, 2019. The day I was going to leave the most amazing journey of my life behind.

Emotions were high, but the daily rituals had to be done.

Waking up at the same late hour as usual and getting ready to face one of the toughest days ahead. Bags were almost packed, and the room looked a bit more spacious.

The gloomy white walls seemed more bright as I walked down the stairs with by buddies to have lunch. Yeah, I used to wake up that late!

Image: Satish Dhawan (SD) Hall of Residence

The disgusting taste of the lunch tasted a bit more nostalgic. Although I must admit, that it was the only thing that was happy about leaving behind. That was the last lunch with my friends in that hostel. We came back up, had a bit of chit chat as usual and went back to our rooms.

I went back packing my things, there were so many of those. Then all of a sudden I remembered something. I had to do it!

Took the scissors from the drawer, got up on the chair, and wrote my name on the wooden frame of the door, “Tirthankar Roy was here”. I always wanted to do that after I saw The Shawshank Redemption. The last task of the bucket list was complete.

I went back to bed, to have the final afternoon nap. I just wanted to spend the day just like every other day in the hostel. But it was hard to sleep, as the thoughts of leaving the hostel in a few hours kept creeping up in my mind. But I somehow managed a little sleep.

I woke up and finished my final packing. Went to the corridor to have a chat with my friends. Perhaps for one last time on that open balcony, with the wind gushing through our hairs.

I must admit, I had never experienced such soothing wind, ever. Alteast not in my hometown. It just felt so blissful.
The chit chat went on, till we were ready for an early dinner, as the train was bound at 9:30 PM.

We went for the dinner and finally had “The Last Supper” and bade goodbye to the SD mess. A mess that had given us more than plenty of reasons to curse it to hell. But at that time, that night, it all felt insignificant. Just the place and the people were all that mattered.

I came back up and got dressed. I came out out to the corridor to see all my friends waiting for me. I had around 30 minutes for the final goodbye.

Image: A glimpse of that corridor

Till then, there were no tears. But the moment I started hugging my friends, I just could not control them anymore. I know it’s not very common to see guys crying in front of each other, but that moment was no common moment. We were leaving behind such huge bundles of memories that I can’t even explain in words. Those are only meant to be felt, not explained.

We stood there, crying softly, looking at each other, with blank eyes, knowing that those wonderful days were never going to come back. The student life was going to be over in a matter of minutes.
More people gathered, there were hugs all around. And the clock struck 8:30. It was time to leave. When I came down the stairs, and we all gathered around for a final selfie, that’s when I realised how much I had gained from those 2 years.

When I came to NITR, I was alone. But when I left, I had a huge family. There were so many people behind me to take the selfie. That moment will always be crystal clear in my mind. I had gained the most important stuff in life, I had gained FRIENDS.

Putting all the baggage in the autorickshaw, I got up, and the driver started driving. That moment was so hard for me to bear. Never had I ever thought that at the begining of 2017, that I would be leaving a campus of Odisha with so many people and such huge amount of feelings around me.

That was the final moment. The end of an era.

B-323, you will always be remembered!

Cheers!

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An unorthodox student, trying to break the shackles of stereotype learning and social practices