Adieu to you my friend.

My memoirs in National Law University, Jodhpur.

Today is the last night at National Law University, Jodhpur where I have spent two and half years of my life in pursuing a maters degree course by the name of MBA –LLM.

I still remember the day when I had come to this college and the as to how I was mentally fragile but slowly as the time went by I became more and more strong not by myself but by making some great friends and spending great moment with each other which I can never recount or those moments which would never come back to me.

So  many myths where broken during my two and half years and especially about friendship and I again realized that friendship  is  not a gift which has to be acquired and gained and these friends again made me believe myself and for which I would be always thankful to them.

I again got back an old - lost friend and that was my music, which some-how I had lost it and for that I would be always thankful and will always cling to that. 

Some-how I had fallen in love with this beautiful city of Jodhpur, which is really a romantic city filled with tales of the past of great valor and a city with which you really want to fall in love and most beautiful was the setting of the college among, the old mountains of  the past, which has always fascinated me and most romantic  was the chugging of the train cutting the silence of the night, of how I loved that sound and how would I miss it. It is a place where you want to fall in love hope-lessly.

On this night as I get ready to leave this place, my mind is racing back to all those moments spent and for which I have no words as some thoughts have to be said unsaid and unspoken as words  destroy the beauty of the moment.

Adieu National law University, Jodhpur and thank-you for making me and also for the transition as I have understood one thing over here that, that college is not about studying but about having friends  and I have had some wonderful moments which I can never explain.

I would like to remember you in that way in which a lover remembers his first love in that just that way the exuberance of youth never dies, just as old wine is always sweeter, just as the sweetness of the first song of the bird of the morning, just as the freshness of morning dew...............

You where not a college for me but a friend to me and will always remain that way.