Batch of 2020- A DREAM NOT COME TRUE


So hii, this blog post is about the voice of class 12, batch 2020 which has no words to express its suppressed desires. Like every usual 12 batch we also dreamt to live every moment of this last year of our school life. From bunking the boring lectures to having a mini trip to washroom with our friends, from dressing for annual function to eating momos on the way whilst returning, from sitting on the last bench and secretly eating our lunch to being scolded by the teachers for the same. From sliding and running on those corridors to walking in a straight line when we encounter the principal.

And of course from dreaming of farewell, bidding those last good byes to our friends with tears to actually not meeting them for entire one year. Our class 12 went nothing but a daydream. How everything we expected from this year of our school life turned out to be a mere piece of condolence.

We see everyone sympathising with our current situation, ensuring " Great Things will take place" but are they going through the same? No. Not meeting our friends for one year, not being able to look up to our school for the last time feels nothing but wrenches our heart.

Remember when we used to say to our friends, "we'll create our best memories before passing out from our school life?"  What an irony it ended up to be! Maybe the best memories then meant meeting each other virtually on video calls and zoom.  

You know you feel more miserable when you know you and your best friend or you and your whole group of friends are going to be separated because y'all be going to different cities/countries in order to pursue different goals and ambitions and you just sit there helpless and the cherry on the top is you cannot hug them for one last time. You know this is going to be your final goodbye but you can't help yourself but blame the circumstances.

Those were the good days when our day in school used to start with a hug. Also, hug with our girl gang hits different. Moreover those random abuses on the school playground, that not coming to school because our best friend didn't turn up for the same felt like a little achievement for us which we thought living with the same this year, but sadly we could only THINK.

Unfortunately, perhaps we were not meant for this, perhaps it is just another a bad phase to pass, perhaps it realised us the importance of our friends like family or perhaps we'll live these memories someday.


                                  By - Anshika Awasthi



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