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Shibangi Giri

Drama Tragedy


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Shibangi Giri

Drama Tragedy


Not An Easy Goodbye

Not An Easy Goodbye

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19 September 2020,


Overwhelmed with emotions and with a tinch of melodrama inside me, I prepared myself for the last of my school. Every single memory which was lost in my brain suddenly jumped in front of me. My brain which is an abode to all nuisance was just busy in recalling my 'old gold school days'. I never thought my last visit is going to be such emo. Well, we guys are quite good at abbreviation so emo stands for emotions. Abbreviation like emo, LOL, BTW, IDK are quite normal short cuts we use in our daily languages. Okay, let's get back to our topic. 

The moment I crossed the threshold of my school BJEM 2, I was busy looking to every corner of my central hall in a way I will never forget in future. A large duplex hall with extra long fans which we want to be always switched on, to the long pillars which we used to hug of excitement, even the masks that we made and is still stuck to the pillars, to the grey tiles on which we used to do skating with just socks on. The corridors on opposite sides and the staircase all were just calling me for a perfect final goodbye. I don't know how to describe that feeling as my words are not just getting sufficient. I must say at that time music added more to my moments. Lines like 'Jane kiski lagi thi Ye Dil se dua humko tum mil Gaye, mil gaye ' sung by the crooner Vishal Mishra. 


The best part was when me and my friends accidentally met and gave each other that social distancing Wala hug. 

Adding more to my day Arijit Singh's songs like 'Tera yaar hu main' and 'woh din bhi kya din the' were like a cherry on the cake. I must say, those friends whom once you must have ignored or must have fought with, at the end of the day you are going to even love them. It was like every corner of my school was busy conveying me some feelings. 


Well, it must be shocking but I studied there for 12 long years. More than a decade for sure. With me, I also have seen my school growing. Literally, when I was a kid my school just had one floor and yes even the building was not even completed. With my growing age, I have seen my school growing. From a single floor to having 5 floors, from 10 rooms to now having 50 rooms. BJEM 2 is one of the best schools in my Bhubaneswar. I guess that's the reason why me and my school share a special bond. 


Every strict teacher, to whom once I thought can never adjust with, is now more like my BFFs. For me, every teacher of mine is my family and why just teachers but my caretaker uncles and aunties are too sweet like marshmallows. 


I still remember myself as a tiny tot who used to roam in the corridor to a teenager. The hardest time was when I came out of my memory land and landed to the reality which was, 'it is my last day in this school and last day as a BJEMian'. It was the time when I was holding my school leaving certificate in my hand. I saw my library teacher, my caretaker uncle and even the officers managing the office of our school, all I can in their eyes were, their pupils were enlarged and with a heavy voice they said: " so you are leaving this school, do remember us ". It was not easy for me but still, I had to move on. I remember once in a role play I played the role of a school where I described the feelings of school. Few lines of my dialogue which were repeating in my brain was "students may forget their school but for a school it's students are like its kids and always reside in its heart". 


Time was tough as it is not easy to leave. I saw every corner for last time and lyrics which were on a repeat were 'jata Hun mein to mujhe tu jane de, kyu pareshan hai mere Jane Ne sae? Ek tere yaari ka hi saato janam haqdaar hun mein,tera yaar Hun mein". Slowly the sight of my school disappeared and got captured in my heart forever and ever. I can say every picture I clicked is too close to my heart. 


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