First Day in Degree College

Most people, must, by now, have understood the great clutter of emotions that one experiences coming to the fore, on the first day of school, junior college, degree college, tuitions, workshops, jobs, and what not.


The night before the Big Day is one preoccupied with the thought of the new journey that he/she is about to begin. "What will it be like?" "Will I find people like myself?" "Will I have friends that can match up to the ones I've made in the past?" "What if I don't like it?" "What if the other students, or the teachers don't like me?" Such are the questions that arise in the mind.

Then, one goes to sleep, anxious...maybe even dubious about the success of the next day.
Some sleep deeply, as a result of depression. Others lose sleep, to the same cause.


The next morning, the clock strikes 7 a.m., at which time said individual's eyes pop open, earlier than ever before. Seriously so. Having awoken earlier than ever, one spends more time in the bath, and in front of the mirror, than one has ever done. After all, one needs to create the best impression possible. As they say, "First impression is the last impression."


As a result of having awoken earlier than usual, one has more time to pass than usual. To eat the breakfast one never does, to say the prayer one never does, and so on and so forth. But on this day, some don't want to eat that much, because after all, when you're nervous, you feel it in your tummy. Others, on the contrary, stuff their faces, as a result of anxiety, and maybe even a little fear. Once this is done with, one carries on to, as is customary in our religion, ask for and receive blessings from the elders in the house.


Then finally, when said individual is ready to leave, he/she presses the button for the lift....and guess what? Someone on another floor is holding it up. The usual reaction is "Let it be bachcha, it's not a good day to fight." This coming from Mumma. At long last, the lift does arrive, and one gets into it, and leaves.


Then one walks out of one's building/residential complex, and heads off to find a mode of transport. Being the first day, Mummy Dearest has already provided the rickshaw fair, for that day only. The rickshaw driver is probably smoking, one asks him to get rid of his 'beedi', and then we're off. There is no need to mention that Traffic has a cameo in the whole hustle and bustle of the first day.


When one reaches, the butterflies start flying around in the one's stomach, or the rats start running around, whichever way you would have it. One finds the classroom, and enters it, searching (sometimes in vain) for familiar faces. 
If one finds a familiar face, then the process becomes much easier.
Otherwise, its rrrrreally complicated. Some people approach every other person in class in the endeavour of finding SOMEONE to "hang out with". Others find one seat in the class, and wait for random persons to fill the seats around oneself. Eventually the seats get filled, one starts to converse, and (if i may) AAL IZZ WELL.

The teachers enter, introductions start, and one often gets lost in the whole flow of the FIRST DAY, not realising how one had already fit in!

Whatever one chooses to do, ultimately, there is a God above, and EVERYTHING gets sorted out.It always does.     


Just Remember, Aal Izz ALWAYS Well!!




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