The Noon Tomorrow.
Comrades! Tomorrow when the sun shall reach its peak, at noon we shall see the rise of a different sun in our hearts, minds and souls. We shall see the rise of; as some would call it; the freedom. Tomorrow my batch mates by noon we shall be free men. I for one is not very sure; if we are ready for this so called freedom, but now it seems that this is our destiny. The walls of this place has played a very important role in building (or destroying whatever way you see it) the character of what we call the men in all of us. I don’t know if the ‘freedom’ would come to us as the great ‘power of free will’ or it is going to be a life time imprisonment in the wide-open-big-bad world outside.
“These walls are funny. At fist you are fascinated by them, then you hate them, then you like them and then you depend on them” – Red (Morgan Freeman, Shawshankredemption) and that my friend is called being institutionalized. We are just a little scared, a little confused, a little nostalgic and me for one a little unwilling to take the next step; standing on the verge something which is anything but freedom for me. It may sound crazy but friends and fests are not the only thing I am going to miss, even the exams, classes, corridors of academic complex and the long empty roads of this campus would be there to be missed.
Tomorrow as the clock hits 12 hours we shall be packing it up to leave the place; what in every sense has been more than just our home.
