Last days of college: time to bid Adieu!
Sunday, May 14, 2006Today I saw my hostel video again...it was really touching to see it. I don't know whether I am ever going to get such friends again...donno if I am going to get such time for leisure...donno if I will get an opportunity to bunk a class again! ;'-) My first year hostel, present hostel, every building in IIT seems to be calling me to bid adieu!
But the fact remains...everyone had come to IIT with some dreams of getting good jobs, going for higher studies etc. and almost everyone today is satisfied and heading to realize this dream. Still during this path we have come across some unforgettable moments! Don't know if I am ever going to forget 'em.
Being Branch Councillor, I feel so attached to my batch also...for all the work I have done for it. To honestly admit, I have done everywork for it with all sincerity and honesty. I have done many things unofficially which to some outsider might seem to be unfair but has worker its way past obstacles for my friends and all who ever came with some problem. Ranging from getting 'em internship to putting strats for...(can't disclose all in open, come on!) But to sum up, I feel proud for whatever I have done. Today everyone seems to be a family; carefully woven into a fabric! Let me take a flash back at my four years spent on this beautiful campus.Close eyes, go back to those 4 years at IIT and what do you see:
The two elephants at the GC; hostel entrance; security guard; announcements in the PA system; dhobi boy; OAT; ED assignments; schroeter; RBG; tarams; quark; saarang; night outs; dean's office; placement notice board; classes; Gurunath store; patisserie; MSB. The list goes on.
From where do we start first? Let's start with the seemingly unobserving yet highly watchful beings of the campus, the security guards. "23-nayan, Internet call online; 34-jeero, visitor waiting waiting waiting.." They entertained us when they spoke into the hostel PA system, made us angry when they confiscated our vandis and demonstrated their accounting skills when they helped us know about that missed call though the log book.
Next, if there were a board that made us regret about the time that we wasted in the previous semester that would be the academic section notice board. "Macha! The grades are out da.." This is the only place I believe, besides perhaps Sarayu, which was responsible for quickening the pace of our collective heart. Fast forward to next sem and the history repeats.
CLT. From the time we were overjoyed and overly fascinated kids who came here to be counseled, to the time we were wide-eyed freshies learning what lit-soc was all about, to the time we evolved into obliged second-years who went about choosing our Minor Streams rather noisily, into cynical third-years booing on forever at the mandatory industrial lectures, into opportunist fourth-years mugging word lists in the CLT's air-conditioned quietness. In the end, CLT was never about counseling, or lit-soc, or industrial lectures, or even Saarang events. It was about – as you and I know - the air conditioner.
Taramani & Velachery. Oops! Tarams & Vels. The two places where no one would come and ask you to put out that cigarette. The two places which provided the best coffee and tea within easy reach, second only to the coffee machines installed in the hostels. Plus, those eat-outs serving yummy noodles & spicy gobi manchurian combo to the hungry late-night souls. But sadly, you will now find these gates closing at 6:00 PM sharp everyday!
The acads. Is it necessary that we need to talk about them here? Do you still remember that supervisor in fitting workshop who made you file that ugly piece of iron completely only to replace it with a fresh piece asking to start all over again. But thanks to the branch toppers for sharing their notes which, without doubt, had spent most of its time on top of the Xerox machines. Were you the topper in your school? But chances are that you might have cupped in IIT acads in spite of the senate's attempts to make them easy – by reducing the number of quizzes, by reducing the number of credits, by offering summer courses etc etc.
Yet, that was:
A life which is to end
Only when I am no more
A life which transformed me
in a fighter to the core
A season of love and friendship,
For eternity which will last
In my future to follow
I will long to relive this past
a life which is to end only when we are no more,
a life which has transformed us to a fighter to the core.
Memories of this part of journey,
I will carry of life long
Memories of those precious moments
Which made my life a beautiful song.
Emotions fill my heart
As my days left here are few
Now its time to bid Adieu!
Stumble It!
