Every season has its wonder

I stumbled upon a blog yesterday. One of my batch-mates from Pune had blogged about Pune..and the University and our 2 years at the place. He had a lot of things to say about those two years. I agreed to whatever he had to say. The place for some reason made us all believe that anything was possible.. On the green campus which was almost as big as a township, old-time structures and the white rickshaw that ferried people from one department to other or simply from the heart of the university to the gates where the real world began out there.. everything seemed simple..

Everything seemed possible there. From directing a short film to remaining a person who lived her life doing what she loved to do. Sitting there on the staircase, green moss making the steps look alive..very much like everything that was a part of this campus and discussing film scripts and stories was like breathing in oxygen..

I did not major in film making. But, I had the opportunity to assist people in their projects. One year I had film-making as one of the subjects. We worked on one ad film. I ideated it and we shot it. Each member got a chance to shoot one shot in the film. It was wonderful.. as wonderful as maybe realizing for the 1st time that you can walk. Then we shot something else too..And, I was to write a short film for my final year. .. I did not take up film making though.. for my final year. I wanted a convenient life.. Simple and uncomplicated. A decent job and a good life. It was one thing to dream about films and novels and speak with conviction within the univ reign and other thing to script stuff and get dumped in the real world. Plus, that person I was was maybe just what I was because I was in that world then… where we thought we had grown wings…where we thought.. this was life.. as if it would never end..

The blog I read said.. after the Univ days I realized that all good things in life end..Which is true and not as bad as it sounds.. Every season has its wonder..