The winds of October blew and just like last year, signalled something important. How crucial the consequences are going to be, I still do not know as of yet. But, surely, I'll be missing something by the time this month ends.
And so the day started with what would be our final complete meet up at the entrance (or that's what we thought at that time because we didn't foresee the meet ups during certain days after that day). It wasn't the usual happy one. There was an air of sadness surrounding us, albeit our efforts to make it epic.
Epic has become a strong word to use now, after the unparalleled success in terms of being epic the previous day. Inspired by the wrestler CM Punk, one of my friends planned to redo the act, on a much larger scale. I do not know the history behind it but then it was something that had captivated the mind of my friend.
He planned something like this last year while we were in school. We, who call ourselves Prodigy, decided to join and support him. However, what we got was rather harsh criticism and boos from some other people who were most probably just jealous with the fame that we were garnering.
This year, my friend boldly planned the event, expecting about 20 people to join. That didn't start off on a happy note as my friend wasn't satisfied with the number of people who were willing to join. At that time, there were only about 10 people who were willing to do it. I guess it must have been a huge predicament for my friend at that time.
The event was initially planned for 2.00 p.m. but then at that time, he was still looking for more people to join. Since my class that day was to finish at 3, I asked my friend to try and postpone a little longer till 3.
Once my class was over
Me: Where are you know?
Friend: Kavi, come down to the guardhouse (at the entrance of my college) right now. It's happening now!
And so I walked as fast as possible to the entrance. As I reached the flight of steps that led down, I was taken by surprise. The number of people gathered there really did shock me. There were just so many people who had turned up for the event. I knew that that would have surely given my friend the extra push to make this event an extraordinary one.
A few moments later, the unthinkable just happened. I found out that 2 lecturers were going to join us. That was one of the craziest things that happened because I have never imagined lecturers joining in super crazy fun stuff like this. That really made everyone even more eager to start.
3 2 1. And then we took off. Snow Angels. That's what we were doing. The only difference from the normal snow angels was that there was no snow in this event and all of us mimicked the movements. We swung our arms and legs like just like making real snow angels. After 10 seconds, it was over.
Everyone gave a big round of applause for my friend who planned the event and for everyone else who joined in to make this event an extraordinary one. I would daringly say that this was one of the most epic events ever held in Taylor's College Subang Jaya.
15 hours later, there we were standing at the entrance, facing reality as we know it. Pictures was the way to go in storing our memories. We took snapshots with the whole gang and even took a video of my friend doing a WWE wrestler's entrance.
After that, most of them returned to class except for 3 of us (including me) who decided to play table tennis in the Canadian Pre-University building. Table tennis was a game I picked up after joining Taylor's. I was never really exposed to this game while in school, or I should say I never really exposed myself to it. After playing table tennis for a few weeks, I realized that it was actually kinda simple and fun to play.
Class that day somehow seemed very uninteresting. I wasn't really concentrating and to make it worse, it was a Friday, which meant I had no break until 1.00 p.m. After lunch, I went to look for these guys.
I finally found them, sitting in somewhat tatters, all with mixed emotions. An aura of sadness just filled their classroom. It was like something really emotional just happened and people had just left and it was coming to an end. I walked in in a rather cheerful manner, not sure if I was really happy for them or trying to hide my sadness.
There they were, with tear prints left on their faces, pondering about life after college, leaving the place where they had so much fun. Skipping classes, last-minute assignments, group study before tests and their laughter that accompanied all those moments were all too familiar to them. But, who were these guys to me???
I came into this new place expecting fantasies to be realized only to be brought down by a completely different atmosphere. And then came these guys who helped me live back some of my old moments of laughter and consequently easing my passage into college life.
These were the guys whom I went out for lunch with almost every day. These were the guys whom I was able to talk crap with, as they shared this common habit of my close friends and I. As some of them wept thinking about their final days in college, I gave them a short speech to thank them for what they had done for me.
Wonderful moments such as these should not be wasted. We sat in a circle and started talking about ourselves. We talked about our personal experiences, who we liked, who we hated and who were the hottest girls in college. There was just so much to say but time wasn't on our side. There was still one more thing we had to do.
It's a place we call the cradle for our mischief, the place where my SAM friends hung out during their free time-or in some cases during boring classes-while in college. It's the place where they played wrestling and watched movies.
Lecture theater 1 and 2. Here, one of my friends did a promo, something like what they do during wrestling shows, where wrestlers go into the ring and speak their mind out. We kinda had fun listening to that guy's promo as it was really quite funny and also because we made fun of a big teddy bear.
Half an hour or so later, it was time I said goodbye to a few of them. We gave each other our last hugs and said our final words. But, why only to a few of them??
And there we were the remaining ones, 5 of us, the Klang boys, who took the train back home that day. We were on our final walk to the train station. Just one last time, all of us walked together thinking about the times we had had together. We took a few more snapshots on the way.
The train ride was rather funny. It was a sad moment but we tried to make it as normal as possible. As they alighted one by one, there I was left alone to think about how my life had been for the past 4 months.
Good things always come and go. I would really like to thank all those guys whom I knew from SAM for easing my transition from school to college life. At times, I do miss them especially during lunch breaks. Life still moves on and I would want to wish my SAM friends good luck in their future undertakings!
P.S. This blog post is a little outdated as it had to be postponed due to the recent robbery and my semester 1 examinations.
