Last Day at School

The pop off days of ones long preventive anywhere are usually as sad as memorable. The put up oneloves to stay in cannot be left for good (forever) without thoughts that bring tear to theeyes and grief to the hearts. Who leave alone not accept that the college is a commit which astudent will never like to leave happily? It was by chance my saddest experience that Iunderwent on my last day in college, just out front the preparatory holidays before the present examination. I got lip early in the morning persuasion that I should go to college early and stay there latefinally to say cong to the m new(prenominal) of knowledge, that is, my college.When I reachedthere on the sunny April morning, the flowers were smiling and the trees were welcomingme by reach out their branches far into the air. Passing by the flowerbeds along thelong road cover with the most attractive trees of the area, 1 reached the main buildingwhere I was to attend my jump tell of the day. It was the Englis h language class and theteacher, Mr. Tayyab Siddique, was standing before us smiling in his usual frank andhomely way. He shook his capitulum at us, laughed a little and thus kept quiet. What day is itmy students? he asked us. Sir, it is Tuesday. No, he replied, It is the last day for allof us together. Our teacher taught us a short poem by Wordsworth in a most movingway, and then engaged us in conversation. He recalled almost incidents in our class of some minor quarrels and his own anger at them. Then he asked us to forget all past bitterness and be friends again. He brought to our minds some pleasant happenings,especially our outings together into the countryside and our cricket and football matchesin the college grounds.The classes on the last day following the English class were full of interest and funr on that point was teaching, but there were jokes and discussions too leading to some hearty promises amid teachers and students not to forget each other. After the class es, someof us decided to go round the most favourite spots on the campus. The first place we went to was the college cafeteria, the usual centre of refreshments, jokes, gossips and petty quarrels. Mir Sahib sitting at the counter welcomed us faceour passionate moods.We had some cold drinks and snacks together and exchange our addresses and discussed our future plans. As 1 stood up with my class-fellows to leavethe cafeteria, I felt the burden of thoughts and feelings crushing me to a great extent as we werestepping out amidst the loud talk and clamour (loud confused noise) of other studentseating and drinking and making merry. Inen we started for the college hostel, and passing over the green lawns and throughsymmetrical hedges, reached the New Hostel. on that point I found several of our immatures,ra year students, perhaps waiting for us anxiously Tv were clapping and waving a gasbag directed at us. I went close to them, took the envelope, and at once pened it upto come up a beautifully written invitation to a florilegium show in the evening. About half an hour later, I returned home from the hostel aft(prenominal) a familiar chat with the junior students and other friends. In the evening, I returned to college to watch the variety show in the hostel which was, infact, a valediction show for the departing twenty-five percent year students. The singers and actorssurprisingly included our English and science teachers and junior and senior students.Afew guest singers from other colleges also took part in the variety i - -aj-. ime. ThePrincipal and Vice-Principal at the end spoke over the microphone narrating some fine jokes and reproducing some experiences of their stay in the college concerning especiallythe performance of the outgoing fourth year class in studies and sports. And, with the endof the speeches, ended all our formal connections with our dearest college. The teachersand students bade farewell to us with the best of wishes, and we bade fa rewell to themwith rate and love.From the noises and laughter of the grand gathering in the spreading lawns of the collegewe came out into the motionlessness of darkness and night. Weighed down with a heavy heartand moving along the only(a) road on my bicycle late at night, I was feeling the greatestloss of my life-the loss of college life, for my parents were already planning to send me toa university for post-graduate studies-and the maturity of university life was perhaps nocomparison with the simplicity and innocence of college life