Corridors , Pillars and a Lake ...Sacred Heart College , Thevara

This was a trip  i never thought i would make again ... as that Nostalgic bomb that falls would leave such a deep impact that i doubted would ever heal .

But now i want to ... and i wish to take a few people down memory lane with me .

Sacred Heart College , Thevara ... For me that is the most beautiful place on earth .

 Maybe there are colleges with hi-tech facilities , modern buildings and stylish ambience and beautiful people .

But SH is a college with a Heart ... 

Am sure even a person who has studied there for a day would agree that it binds you to it with invisible strings of such deep love and attachment that even the sharpest sword will never slice it free ..

The gate where always stood Ram Singh and his brother , one serious and the other ever smiling . As we entered everyday morning we were welcomed with ID dikhao on the first few days and then a smile of recognition everyday for the next three years , three most beautiful years of our lives .

The bougainvilla above the porch that welcomed you everyday with its countless pink blossoms ...some day when she was happy maybe shed a few on u as u walked in .. 

The porch where thousands of good mornings , hi and hellos are exchanged everyday  morning . The energy of getting back with friends so infectious that it catches hold of even the most serious person . 

The bell that was purposely loud , as it had that important difficult  task to drag each student away from dreams and chatter and push them into classrooms whether they liked it or not .

Classrooms ... who cared what paint they were painted , who cared if the benches were cramped . The only thing that mattered were the people in it .

The front benchers , who sometimes were front benchers as they had no other choice . And the back benchers who were the envy of the whole class . 

Corridors and pillars ...the happiest most happening places in the entire college . Those pillars and corridors if they could speak they would have a million stories to tell . Stories of friendship, Stories of love , stories of heartbreaks and pain , stories of laughter and fun and frolic .

So many of us would have leaned on those pillars for hours and chatted away to glory .

Sometimes we held them with a hand , leaned outwards and went round them like a ball room dancing pair .

Sometimes we hid behind them with a furiously beating heart hiding and watching  that one special person who suddenly showed up or walked down and they never once ditched us or backstabbed us .

When naughty students hid from angry professors , or guys who hid after tugging your dupattas or pulling your hair , Where lovers stood silently talking only with their eyes .

Those college pillars would have more love and friendship stories to tell than the Taj Mahal itself . Even now there must be compass etched hearts or friends gang names  with initials on them . Whether those lovers and friends are still together or fate willed otherwise , we do not know .

How many times we have walked those corridors playing pranks , rushing to catch up with friends , we had so much to talk . Sense or nonsense we spoke it all , and we had people who listened and cared and never judged . It was that one place we spoke without fear or shame .

That one place where people never judged you . 

Where you could utter  foolishness yet people loved you as if u were a celebrity .

Where your tears could flow without barriers and there would be people who held you strongly and never let you break . Those people who then worked day and night to bring back that one smile on your face .

Where if you were silent there was atleast one person to ask , What happened ...cat got your tongue or a Bee stung your face ??

The lake ..Who needs the Eiffel Tower or the Grand Canyon . I would vote the SH lake as the most alluring , romantic , beautiful , fun , serene , mad  place in this whole earth .

Thats the place where the breeze carried away your worries . 

Where even morons became  Thinkers and let Philosophy flow freely .

When friends sat with their legs almost touching the water , hand on shoulders , legs dancing and mouths chattering away and laughing . Sometimes after the laughter storm , we almost always forgot what we laughed for too cause the reason would have been that miniscule . 

That was the most beautiful phase of our life . 

Where even the most smallest thing no matter how insignificant brought a laugh to our mouths and a tear to the eye . 

Where lovers would have written a million poetries about even the smallest details they noticed  .....flowing dupattas ,colour of her eyes ,  the smell of her hair , the way she danced , the dimples on cheeks or the deep cut on chin , that walking style with head held high , of a smile that gave you the reason to live , or that one look that helped you breathe . 

The lake has seen everything ....ships of friendship sailing through storms , plotting plans and secret outings , dance practises and speeches , exam jitters and practical notes , shared toffees and lunches , love and heartbreaks , laughter and joy ....she has seen it all , and through all this she has been that unseen friend always holding our hand ,  her breeze caressing us and promising us that through good or bad am there with you .

That huge library which always tempted you to talk one decibel louder once inside . 

The minute you enter and see a friend a loud DAAA would erupt and almost immediately a furious SHHHHHHHH would bring you back to your senses .

A studious few actually used the library though .

Youth festivals , field trips , final year trips, college days , competitions that would bring every student into one big family .

Those classes bunked in the name of practise , those canteen visits , those hilarious final practises where one person would surely want last minute changes or have a list of forgotten things , visits to shops to collect props and dress makers and so many other exciting moments .

College elections where you spoke to even invisible people till then .

When you felt that you won when the name of your favourite candidate was announced .

Where you gave a treat with the cheapest chocolates that were accepted as if they were the most delicious things in the world .

We all entered Sacred Heart College , Thevara  some with scared hearts , some with a  million doubts , some with  fears and joys ......We all travelled along and some became stronger , some got bolder , many became wiser , some had heart aches , some discovered love .

But one common thing for all Heartians is that we Discovered the strongest and purest forms of  friendship , we discovered ourselves  . 

And  all of us Stepped out  as Good human beings though with  heavy hearts  and surely a tear ....maybe some let it flow freely and some hid it inside .    

If ever i could achieve the impossible then i would wish to God to give me back those three best years of my life ,  that made me what i am today and that gave me treasures as memories that cant be valued or snatched away ever .