End of one beautiful Journey: JUW Life

Last Night I slept with a feel that today was the last day to be called the Final year, last day to wear the pride of the senior most proctor of the department of Mass Communication (My Life) as new session was supposed to start in university by today. It was a different feeling no harm in saying a sad feel as it is difficult to say bye to your life where you had spent 4 amazing years and I fell asleep with mixed thoughts. My peaceful sleep was disturbed by a phone call which I preferred not to pick but picked it at the last moment; it was a call from university telling me that I was being missed! (aww moment) that was and it took me four years back to a flash back when I first entered the university gate.

January 2010, when we first entered this university enrolled in department of mass communication the most famous department of the university I don’t know we were more famous or the department (So Me :P) but I am sure we complimented each other in all manners. First days are always confusing but mine was more exciting as within half an hour of my first day we were seven girls partying together in the cafeteria rather than finding class rooms (in all seriousness our regular classes started after a week) I don’t still remember how that Gangsta of seven girls increased to 80 (girls or even more than that) within a month. What I know is that we were always more than a dozen people playing Pittu, Cricket, Kho Kho and even Antakshri all the time (Ahh I miss that time)

Our first class was the first Showtime with the finest teacher on earth (no doubt about that) Ma'am Shahida Kazi and that first class I can never forget most probably because I was the first one to get bestified by her (I love to take these privileges) well there was no chance to act smart with her you are always caught whenever you try to be, because she knows it well where the flavor is added ;-) and we were a bunch of smart ladies who knew it well how to add flavors J (Caught up was understood).  I still remember how much I loved those classes and missed ma'am even after she left our university although She did not give me highest marks (hence proven I don’t love teachers on the basis of their marking criteria) :-P but on a serious note I like those more who give me highest (lets be fair)

First year of our batch was amazing unlike the rest of first years we witnessed, we were more lively, passionate, radical, somewhat famous, rebellious( Che Guvera Style) and united. I still memorize how we used to party out, sing loud and stand firm against someone we disliked (and the other party used to hate us) :-P. I remember how we used to plan to get out of the class when teacher used to sent one out as in (get out of the class), how we used to drag discussion from the actual lecture to the point that it helps ending the class in no time, I missed how we used to Google all night to bring an unique angle of the topic in order to impress Ms Sabeen and used to fail every time (ha ha ha ha) even the superb idea of making a movie did not help us (Poor us). I can never forget those biology classes when we were 100 against 1 and revenge was wisely taken in the final exam (I still doubt I had biology background). Time was amazing Vice Chancellor was more like our friend than the head of institution since we used to knock his door for every injustice (apparently injustice to us only) the only tool we had to use against the administration was protest keeping it hidden from the faculty (but used to get caught every time).

I recalled all those moments when I used to break the rhythm of the fast going lectures by cracking a joke (no matter how serious the issue used to be), I went back to the time when we used to scream after checking the result on notice board (we loved checking it together) and kicking each other for scoring good. Today was the day when I missed all those unforgettable moments I have treasured (undoubtedly wonderful memories)

Four years in the university were life, we did whatever we wanted to do, we never hesitated asking questions, seeking answers, we cherished, explored and ruled the department we were the reigning champions of MC department for four years big time and we never let anyone else rule it as nobody else could owned the department as much as we did (king style) and the reign is over. Yesterday was the last day as the head of BS 4th, a beautiful, adventurous, exciting and thrilling journey has come to an end the JUW chapter is closed now I look forward to have more beautiful chapters in my life but love for JUW can never be replaced by anything else.

I loved this part of my life so much that I don’t want to love anything more than this (Senti Hogai mai). The appreciation, love and admiration I received is indefinable (little hatred-ness can be ignored :) ) but still this university is what I call my LIFE!!