Finally, I made it to the Grand Yellow Robe ceremony- as one of my Juniors put it:) Ever since the announcement was made for the Convocation, lots of mixed responses- I dont want to attend, I dont wanna travel, I'm not interested. Man, its my degree, and I am going there- people to be met (read hugged), casualities to be exchanged and moments to go nostalgic about- I am attending it.
Nothing really great about it, my University loves complicating matters, and some really couldn make it, for which I felt bad; and some dint turn up- Thats alryt :| And finally- the robe ceremony happened. A previous day stay at an old friend's place- I planned it out with her because I wanted to catch up with her like really a hell lot; we relived a lot of moments and spoke our hearts out- never was a night that peaceful as I slept with those thoughts. And the customary trip the next day to Coll from Trichy- and ya, gossip updates :-P
Post registration- the waiting- interspersed with "Hey you! Really long!" between great bear hugs; some forging the past between them and getting together- Sigh! Why is every thing seeming nice at the end? Then the procession and seating, followed by further gossip update sessions- for a moment my Under Graduation Degree seemed important :)
Inspiring speech sessions- for once my University had some thing memorable to do with us- APJ Abdul Kalam- Whatte man!
And then the 'epic' moment- Degree on stage; Congratulations, Hand shakes and hugs off stage- Awww. LOL.
And then came the moment I waited for- I had actually gone all the way only for those two Angels in my life- Brindha and Ramya. Post the ceremony, I waited to meet them- and finally realised something- these were the sisters I never had. The moment I saw them, every thing flashed past- Introducing ourselves as senior-junior room mates in third year, to just waiting to meet up on Convo. God bless them with every thing, I say. They love me for what I am, and they make me feel special. Being loved is the bestest feeling in the world, apart from being missed, I say. And one tight hug between us did it all- So is their charm. Both of them have been through enough in life, and I simply wish them peace of mind from now, and I so miss being with them and that very room, too. A couple of hours between us, and finally again, a Good Bye between us- I hate send offs, and being sent off, too. Separation aches. Really. And as I walked past the main gate- some thing mattered more to me than that very degree in my hand- tonnes of love between us- Love you both, all time; I wish I could freeze the moments between us that day.
I thank God for all their love; and hope we prosper in life.
