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Chocolates, flowers and unexpected missed calls
make you happy, but you know what makes you happiest? Knowing that you are missed, loved and most importantly, even
though it has been years, you are still remembered. You might be miles away
from that place, those people and there are less than zero chances of returning
to that world once again, and then right in the middle of an ordinary day you
get this feeling.. and Life feels like a fairytale. That is what makes you the
happiest.
When I was asked to write for the school magazine years after I had passed out, a thousand thoughts played across my mind and I could not understand how to compile my experiences, my memories and my gratitude in one article. So I shut my eyes and tried to find some calmness in the dark. Slowly, the dark faded into pictures that rolled past by mind like a camera roll.. pictures of those half-empty classrooms, scribbled desks, chalks drawing timetable on the green boards, devoured tiffin-boxes, restless legs in the assembly, sun-lit corridors, weary March-past practices, green sashes, muted laughter, silly grudges, parking area, the grotto, the farewell.. and then I open my eyes.
My eyes see the present, but my mind is static on that last thought... Farewell. I see myself standing on the stage, the entire high-school hall before my eyes, flooded in that blinding spotlight. I cannot hear a sound in that crowd, except my own heartbeat. I cannot spot a thing in that light except that chit in my hand that says, "My most beautiful moment in School?". My mind goes blank because memories from all spectrums rush to focus on one spot and it becomes white. So I mumble something I do not even remember. It was only after I handed over the mic to the next nominee did I realize that I did not justify the question. So, after all these years, if there is anything I want to go back and change, it is that one answer. Second chances are rare in Life and I am grateful for this one.
So this would be my modified version :
"Eight years in this paradise have given me eight million memories - each of them beautiful, memorable and unique in their own amazing way. Choosing one out of those millions, would be unjust to the others. And yet, since being diplomatic would not be accepted here and I have to pick that moon among the stars, I would say it is THIS moment. This moment that I get to stand before all of you and have the honour of acknowledging my gratitude towards every single soul present here for being there in the making-years of my Life. I want to thank you because no matter how minute our interaction might have been, but your appreciation or your complaints, your attention or your ignorance, your friendship or your grudges, your words or your silence had its own individual role to play in making me the person I am today. This moment is MY CHANCE to bid farewell to friends, to teachers, to every brick of this school, to this town. This might be a long interval before I see you again, so I want each one of you to know that you will always be remembered, no matter where I go or who I become. This is MY MOMENT.
Thank You!"
I told you what makes you happiest. Take down one more secret : Nothing satisfies your soul more than the completion of a task that has remained incomplete for years.
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When I was asked to write for the school magazine years after I had passed out, a thousand thoughts played across my mind and I could not understand how to compile my experiences, my memories and my gratitude in one article. So I shut my eyes and tried to find some calmness in the dark. Slowly, the dark faded into pictures that rolled past by mind like a camera roll.. pictures of those half-empty classrooms, scribbled desks, chalks drawing timetable on the green boards, devoured tiffin-boxes, restless legs in the assembly, sun-lit corridors, weary March-past practices, green sashes, muted laughter, silly grudges, parking area, the grotto, the farewell.. and then I open my eyes.
My eyes see the present, but my mind is static on that last thought... Farewell. I see myself standing on the stage, the entire high-school hall before my eyes, flooded in that blinding spotlight. I cannot hear a sound in that crowd, except my own heartbeat. I cannot spot a thing in that light except that chit in my hand that says, "My most beautiful moment in School?". My mind goes blank because memories from all spectrums rush to focus on one spot and it becomes white. So I mumble something I do not even remember. It was only after I handed over the mic to the next nominee did I realize that I did not justify the question. So, after all these years, if there is anything I want to go back and change, it is that one answer. Second chances are rare in Life and I am grateful for this one.
So this would be my modified version :
"Eight years in this paradise have given me eight million memories - each of them beautiful, memorable and unique in their own amazing way. Choosing one out of those millions, would be unjust to the others. And yet, since being diplomatic would not be accepted here and I have to pick that moon among the stars, I would say it is THIS moment. This moment that I get to stand before all of you and have the honour of acknowledging my gratitude towards every single soul present here for being there in the making-years of my Life. I want to thank you because no matter how minute our interaction might have been, but your appreciation or your complaints, your attention or your ignorance, your friendship or your grudges, your words or your silence had its own individual role to play in making me the person I am today. This moment is MY CHANCE to bid farewell to friends, to teachers, to every brick of this school, to this town. This might be a long interval before I see you again, so I want each one of you to know that you will always be remembered, no matter where I go or who I become. This is MY MOMENT.
Thank You!"
I told you what makes you happiest. Take down one more secret : Nothing satisfies your soul more than the completion of a task that has remained incomplete for years.
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