Last Man Standing

(This post is unlike me. I hardly write such personal posts. Don’t know why I wrote this. Just spur of the moment!)

We met after a long time.

We few, we happy few,we who battled through the 4 brutal years at Engineering and survived! 🙂

Some we met after just days, some after months and some we met after many long years.

We revived our old memories, went back to those old lost days, We tried to sit together in that College Foyer!

We giggled like children, made fun of each other, laughed till our stomachs ached and tears rolled down our cheeks.

We were settled, well almost everyone of not all. Some were doing jobs, some free lancers and some were just trying to set up their business!

We had met because one of was shifting to Dubai, one of us was getting married!

How fast time had flown away! It seems like it was yesterday that we were in Engineering! We had gone to our IV a few days back and our farewell had gotten over just yesterday!

Now people were getting married, having kids, buying cars and houses!

It was late night when my best friend bid me farewell and caught his train at Vikhroli Station! And I crossed the bridge and waited on the other platform for my train – lost in thoughts…

Alone I was the Last Man Standing on the platform waiting for the train. Somehow I felt very alone in this world.

People were getting married, going for jobs abroad, getting “settled”. They were doing everything that people do when they “Grow-up”(Not that I wanted any of those things…)

Me? I was just me I felt.

The same old me who had just watched these times flash by. The same old me who was not yet “settled” probably because it didn’t matter to him what people thought…

Some crappy music was playing on the phone. Just as I changed the music, the train entered the station. The music track started

“Jodi Tor Dak Shune Keu Na Ase Tobe Ekla Cholo Re”

( Bengali for : “If no one responds to your call, then go your own way alone”)

Talk about Irony!

And it brought a smile to my face. A smile which was somehow both Sad and Happy. I just don’t know why!

Living in Memories of Past,

Pranjal Wagh

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