The memory collector

went to college for our convocation... felt #@$%!@#%^&#!@#$% that i was missing the good old days....

The auto started off with a "duk... tuk.. putuk... duk.. duk" sound. As the driver was about to move on, i halted him... "bhayya ek minute", i got out of the auto took out my phone, took one last pic of my college, a tear from the left eye almost spoiled the display on the phone and the auto moved. As we reached ellis bridge (a place mid-way) between our college and railway station, i recalled the day when we left the college, the day when i finally broke down into tears after trying desperately for half an hour to control them and consoled others (the first, last and probably the only time i had to cry at daiict). There were other times when i dropped a tear or two... that was when i was applauded like crazy for saving a penalty against seniors, when we made the dobbudu video etc., ... but those were tears of happiness and delight, now i cried because i am afraid, i am scared, i am pessimistic.afraid, scared and pessimistic that nothing on this earth, ever could be even close to as good as it was in daiict. Just the day before leaving i went into my old room. No one was inside it and the room was wide open. I went inside and was shocked to see my room so clean. It was never used to be so clean. I could hear my room say "puneet, i miss u, i miss your mismanagment, i miss the long sollu sessions, i miss the gaming nightouts, i miss the hohohohoho laughs, i miss the week long hibernations". I silently replied "me, too" and then slept on my ex-bed. It felt so good. i tried to capture the feelings of comfort, happiness, drowsiness i felt for four years on that very bed in a photo as i slept on my bed but only the chair and table could be captured while the feeling of nostalgia is the only thing that remains with me... and it remains forever. As they say "old habits die hard", i forgot my phone under the bed and only after 2 hours did i realise that... i silently laughed at myself, recalled the good old days when i misplaced my phone under my bed every now and then and then silently moved on with life. I am forced to. Now i lay on my new bed with a thicker blanket but the old comfort was missing. My taste buds could still feel the taste of chicken lollipop in alpha and i can still smell the nauseating snakey's room and hear the hohohoho laugh of taraka. But i knew all this is but virtual reality and some day i have to come out of the into the present real world. i don't want to come.. but i have to and i did come back to reality!! huh!!