We had our convocation yesterday. 20th Jan is a day I will never in my life forget. The new V.C. went all out for the celebration and hosted an amazing lunch. I swear to God, I had never felt this happy or proud of my university in the past 7 years as much as I did yesterday.
See, when I was in my previous university things were a little like this:
Random Aunty "Beta school kaunsa tha?"
"HAYE MASHALLAH. O LAVAL?"
"Nahi aunty, matric kia hai".
*opinion of me sinks a little*
Disappointed smile"Oh. Acha. Uss ke baad to A LAVAL kiya ho ga na?"
"Jee nai aunty, Inter kia tha".
*opinion sinks even lower*
"Inter? Tch tch tch... KC se beta?"
Here we go. "LC se aunty".
*jaw drops, eyes bulge, horrified stare ensues*
"Ab LUMS mein ho? LSE? KC? etc etc" hopeful smile
"NAHI AUNTY ABHI BHI LAHORE KAALIJ FAR VEEMIN UNIVERSITY MEIN HUN".
She refuses to talk to me after that. Since I was now equal to the dirt beneath her feet. Mehehe.
On a more serious note, yeah we were sometimes embarrassed about where we came from because things actually were that bad there. I will never in my life say that the 6 years I spent in LC were good. There were good moments, yes but those were few and far between.
But the send off we got... I shall always remember this day. One of the best-est of best days.
Sometimes there is just no limit to how blind and stupid you can get.
You spend your life thinking one thing and then something happens that throws you off track so bad, your eyes tear, your blood slows, you fall down and scrape your knees and the cracks and sores take years to heal.
And then it scabs over and hardens into something bitter and sad and then you spend every moment regretting what happened and why.
Time heals all wounds? I have yet to experience that.