a Fitting Farewell Gift !!!

I walked away giving him a sweet peck. I walked out of the class. The last possible class in VNIT, or my B.Tech. was about to begin just after this.
A couple of my friends asked me to bunk that class. It was to be the Information Security class, a class I seemed to show zero interest, although the subject was an interesting one. I too was reluctant to attend the class.
So I picked up my notebook on the bench, gave a sweet peck to my place, where I sat throughout the year.
This was that divine place where Kakde's lectures seemed to me like Lord Krishna's GEETHA( or GITA, incase some people have problems to 'understand' !!) discourses to Arjuna.
This was that very soul, which talked to me daily, which consoled me for my oracle's debacle (I had flopped royally in oracle's interview), and for my most awaited MBA chance that I put down the drain.
He( read 'my place') was the one who supported my decision to avoid sitting in other companies after Oracle until Avaya, and fed some wisdom onto me; in fact, he talked to me about everything possible, yes no exceptions at all !!
I somehow felt him call me before leaving the class. I looked back, bid him a farewell, and walked out from the door. I neared the steps to realise that I cannot leave him, not so quickly. I immediately informed my friends to get going, for I wanted to attend the last class.

His anger, which I can't stand, was a major factor for me to attend classes. Else he would be wrath with me for not meeting him. He would show his anger by pulling someone else to him when I attend the next class, thus depriving me of his company. Thus he loved me so much.

I was relieved. I felt my place hugging me when I sat on him again.. for one last class. Generally he will never allow me to be distracted; he would shush everyone around for me. We both have had the best of classes. I always tell him everything, even the most personal matters..!
We both were very happy to be back with each other. He told me to scribble something on him so that he can cherish for the rest of his life. I was in tears when I wrote on him.
The teacher on the other side was teaching some thing which seemed latin to me as usual. This I felt is important to mention now because however 'latinish or greekish' the teacher teaches, he was always there to help me understand, and put me on track. But today , he told me "lets talk for one last time.. forget the class..". I never removed my hands off him the whole 60-70 minutes.
He told me to sit in my favourite position, i.e. folding both legs, like how one sits on the floor. For probably the first time, my legs never became numb, which generally become so in about 20 minutes whenever I sit in such a position.
Class seemed to get over fast!! Friends around were saying our ma'am to leave the class. I felt the 60-70 minutes we devoted to each other were too fast, but too divine.
The whole class left. The whole classroom stared at me with great love. It was such an emotional feeling. I felt like kissing every brick in the wall. I went to my place again.
He too could not control his tears. I bent down onto him, kissed him for as long as possible and thanked him for everything.. for setting my future, my life, for being with me in every part of my life.
I did not want to wipe my tears, for this is the minimum that I thought I could do for him, i.e. let some tears for him. But he seemed to wipe my tears and promised me something that I never imagined. He promised me that he would be with me always, just as how my Master SAI is always with me loving me and guiding me.
Then I pecked the blackboard. He taught me so many things with love! Before I left the class finally, I pecked my place once again. Now there seemed to be no response. I shook him, asked him to get up for me one last time. My heart broke. I just then realised my pant had been pulled by the nail in the bench, when I left towards the blackboard. This is yet another proof of his love for me. But why was he not responding now?

SAI responded to me, "my dear.. don't you realise..? I am Everything.. his soul has merged with MINE.. you can always see him in ME.. yes, HE is permanently with us.. ". I was enthralled!!
I bid farewell to the classroom, came out thrilled, latched the door, and kissed the door, as a sign of bidding one last farewell to my classroom!
I walked to my cycle, looking back at my department. Now when I was about to bid farewell to my department, I was stopped. I heard the Goddess, the Soul of my department, say me that She too is coming with me when I leave the college.
"WHATT!!" - I asked. "Don't be dumb like others trying to find logic in everything. Certain things are beyond human ken!" -She told.
SAI quickly added to remove my doubts," Only fools try to find ME through science and logic.. Aren't you aware that Science is only a part in ME.. then how do you find ME only through science?"
I came back to the hostel with a great deal of happiness, for I am not going to miss any of my non-human best friends. as they verily are situated in my heart now!
Also this was a spiritual treat to me! Lord SAI explained with utmost simplicity what was explained throughout in Bhagavad Geetha.

What a realisation..! Had my bench not pulled me back when I was about to bunk the last class, I would not have got such wonderful farewell gifts!!

I love you my Sweetheart CompSci dept!!
I love you my Sweetheart seat !!
I love YOU my MASTER SAI !!

the Guard.. !!

People generally think, at least the current generation, that the world is full of individuals, i.e nobody cares for the other.
One strikingly contrasting example is one of our VNIT guards.

The guards too enjoyed along with my seniors when I used to be ragged at the gate of my hostel block. Our hostel prefects spread my "fame" far and wide by my extended nickname SEX-BABA!!
I personally had no issues with such a prefix to my nickname at college, but as I have been taught by SAI that nothing in this world is accident, it turned true that this rechristening of my name too had some effects.

In the following years in the college, each time I cross any of our college gates, the guard always refers to me as , "aur baba, kaise ho?" ; "baba, shirt tight hai baba..", etc.
The guards in our college are ex-Servicemen from the army. Interestingly, most were passouts from technical institutes. Most guards enjoy calling me by the same extended name, to which I would invite with a broad smile.

I don't refer to the above as an effect of the rechristening. It is as follows.

There is one guard, and probably another too, who speaks his heart out to me, and generally the conversation turns out to be about 20-30 minutes. Though this was not regular, but such nice conversations used to happen every fortnight or a month.
The guard knows many things about me, including my placement, that I will be working at Pune. He went on to the extent of even letting me some contacts there in Pune which would help smoothen my settling there. He also explained how I should live life at Pune, especially when your parents are elsewhere. He got close to me by calling me informally by the extended nickname.

This guard was my well-wisher, which is why I started this post with our generation's general ideology only to prove it wrong with this guard's example.
He has related to me many of his experiences in the various camps in various regions of India. Not this alone, he went to the extent of even explaining what life is, and how today's world is forgetting the divine qualities and hankering after animals' qualities.

Not a sense of gratitude(with sincerity), not a ray of good hope being spread around, while only gossips, rumours, negative energies keep making rounds. It is just a matter of Permutations and Combinations for a subgroup in a group of friends mocking or criticising the rest of the group behind their backs.
Hardly do people hug each other with a true sense of love and affection. A friend gets close to you only by praising you or by letting down others. " he likes her.. he is a crazy chap.. she is this kind of a girl.. he got blasted by another.. " and what not!! Is this what we call social interaction?? Two people get close by talking ill about others!!

I salute him who prefers to stay away from such a social-network!! People may call him unsocial, but I surely attribute him to be truly social !! Be of some constructive use to the society to be called a social element.

The guard who taught me all this has a tough life ahead, as new private guards are taking over the old guards' place. But one thing for sure is, his wonderful attitude in life, and his good-heartedness will compel my SAI to offer him a great life ahead. At least for once, I am his wellwisher!!