Love. A word so simple yet so comprehensive. It dictates our actions and drives our lives. An emotion so abstract and yet so vivid, intense and real. It appears in hundreds and thousands of forms, yet feels just the same in each one. This, my friends is the beauty of love.
I don’t know if it’s just me,
but I feel this very emotion around me. The air that surrounds me is filled
with emotions so strong, feelings so passionate that they have compelled me to
write yet again.
So for a couple of minutes from
now, we’ll put ourselves in the shoes of our graduating degree. We’ll feel what
they feel and try and be a part of it.
Let’s look back at the day
they joined this institution. It must have been a big day…or may be not as big
as we suppose it was! Their initial days like us, must have been full of fears.
Fear of this new place, fear of the new environment, fear of the competition
they had to face and fear of being away from home… Doesn’t sound too good. But
they survived. How could they?
Days passed and life started
moving again. The burden of lectures, projects, assignments, quizzes, exams and
what not engulfed them. They were pushed to their limits, both mental and
physical. There were times they were broke, depressed and even lost. But they
survived. How could they?
The answer my friends lies in
the fact that we have missed something very simple but enormously important.
They made friends too.
Just like a cloud in the sky
during a hot day and a dose of morphine in agony, they had the blessing of
friends with them. Those fall ins in front of the hostels, those group ragging
sessions, those jokes cracked during group studies, those midnight walks on the
moonlit circular road, those cups of steaming coffee in the tuc-shop behind the
gym, those cheap comments passed to insult buddies in the class, those
sleepovers in the arena of MTS Department, those mango shakes of Incantre, those parties at Chae Khana, those hiking trips to Margalla Hills, those hangouts in Sadar, those Anda Burgers at Fresh, those GPA treats, those birthday parties and
those love affairs… They have lived a thousand years of good memories in this
span of mere four years they have spent together. Everything they have done in
this campus has now become an eternal part of it in the form of memories.
But after living so much they
are now leaving. Like threads of a piece of cloth, they are now going to be
woven into new patterns. The ends to their strands will now be lost in the
hastiness of this world. They will flourish and reach new places, find new
people, make new friends. But the special place they have in their hearts for
those they have spent the most energetic time of their lives with, will remain.
It is eternal. Unchangeable.
The connection of this place
with them has now become so strongly affiliated that these walls talk to them
in languages that only they can understand. This association, this link is now
so resilient that after twenty years, or even more, when they will visit this
place again, with their children and wives and husbands, and walk these roads,
these corridors, and enter these classrooms and labs, these walls will whisper
to them and tell them stories of how good these days were. At that time, with a
tear or two in their eyes, they will tell their children with pride in their
voices and an erect spine that they belong to this prestigious institute. They
will tell stories of their friends and things they did together. Stories of
breaking rules, bunking classes, failing exams and of love and dearness.
As their final days in this
college are ending, they all seem happy from the outside and grieved from the
inside as they now have to depart. The fact that in these days they are trying
to spend as much time as they can together, makes me feel their love for one
another. This my friends is the power of love. It speaks out that it exists in
unimaginable forms.
Dear degree 31, you may now be
leaving but you will always remain a part of us and this great institute. The
name you have brought to this college with your intelligence and hard work will
bear fruit in the form of your college’s repute and honour. It is my, and every
other Emenent’s wish that where ever you go, you do wonders. May Allah be with
you.
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