ADIEU
Four years back when I arrived at this place I never knew someday I would get so engrossed in releasing myself from this entanglement and fail miserably. When I was in early first year I used to actually secretly wish someday my family will call me and ask me to come back and I would leave this place. Such was the magnitude of homesickness. But somehow I managed to stay here and today I secretly wish I was allowed to stay here forever.
Yes, I am talking of my stay at IT BHU. The four years when I have grown the most, the four years which have contributed the most to my academic, emotional and professional career, the four years which have made me what I today am, have come to a sudden end. It's the same feeling which a Cricket lover has just after the end of the World Cup final or the same feeling a small kid has at the end of his birthday. The cricket lover thoroughly enjoys the energy and excitement of the final but is entirely unaware of the approaching sudden end. The last over leaves him with enormous nostalgia and amazement that the two month long tournament is over. The same has happened to us. These four years have been full of energy, excitement and cohesion. One fine day we are amazed to find the four years long picnic is suddenly over. Not only it fills me with an irrepressible desire to relive these four years, it also shocks with the speed these four years have flewn with.
Similarly the way the birthday child's innocent rejuvenation which extends only for one day suddenly disappears when he wakes up the next day to find he's no more the birthday boy, our proud feeling of being associated with Asia's largest University is suddenly erased when one fine morning we wake to find we can no more claim ourselves to be the students of our beloved Alma matar. The respect and priority we used to get all through the Varanasi city just because we belonged to IT will be missed particularly when we'll be made to compete with people from smaller colleges. And the fact that this can practically be the end of academic career for many is even more shocking. Suddenly after twenty years they have reached a stage where they no more need to go back to course books.
Coming back to the pleasant memories of my stay at IT, how can I forget that someday
I was actually made to dance stark naked infront of some seniors. How can I forget that I reciprocated the same behavior to my juniors. It might have looked nasty and inhuman at that time but it was indeed funny and we all did enjoy those moments. How can I forget that my first birthday in IT was celebrated by seventy people all wishing me at sharp twelve in the night. This had never happened to me even at my home.
I always had some close friends in life but the kind of intimacy I felt here with some people has been unprecedented. These friends have not only contributed to my emotional and professional growth, they have made me a stronger person. Some incidents are simply unforgettable. Those late night senti stuff sometimes accompanied by philosophy sessions, those movie sessions, those birthday bumps and several other things will leave indelible imprints.
The most favorite place for hilarious activities and comic talks used to be the mess. Apart from catering to the individual demands of strange recipes, the mess used to be the place where we could fully relieve ourselves of the stresses the academics produced though such stresses were there only when exams were in vicinity. Particularly comic used to be the nights when there were absence of power supply. Loud and violent smacks and knocks on the doors of rooms of sleeping people most oftenly followed by the guy joining the group to do the same to somebody else is something we'll probably never be able to do again in life. If the power supply decided to betray for a prolonged period, Lanka trips used to the only savior.
Sunrises at ghats followed by temple visits particularly in a city which is believed to be the religious capital of the country in itself is an honor. Finally this story will not be complete without the mention of scenic beauty of our beloved BHU. The Greenery of this University, the dark deep shades of innumerable trees and the grandeur of the gigantic buildings of Faculties, Labs and Libraries always made us feel lucky about our association with this place.
In the end, I'd like to confess this post has been pathetic in terms of chronological order of events and relative importance of different aspects of these fours years. But these lines have come directly from my heart and I can go on writing this way for hours. Finally two lines for my friends, my teachers, my hostels and above all my college:-
Four years back when I arrived at this place I never knew someday I would get so engrossed in releasing myself from this entanglement and fail miserably. When I was in early first year I used to actually secretly wish someday my family will call me and ask me to come back and I would leave this place. Such was the magnitude of homesickness. But somehow I managed to stay here and today I secretly wish I was allowed to stay here forever.
Yes, I am talking of my stay at IT BHU. The four years when I have grown the most, the four years which have contributed the most to my academic, emotional and professional career, the four years which have made me what I today am, have come to a sudden end. It's the same feeling which a Cricket lover has just after the end of the World Cup final or the same feeling a small kid has at the end of his birthday. The cricket lover thoroughly enjoys the energy and excitement of the final but is entirely unaware of the approaching sudden end. The last over leaves him with enormous nostalgia and amazement that the two month long tournament is over. The same has happened to us. These four years have been full of energy, excitement and cohesion. One fine day we are amazed to find the four years long picnic is suddenly over. Not only it fills me with an irrepressible desire to relive these four years, it also shocks with the speed these four years have flewn with.
Similarly the way the birthday child's innocent rejuvenation which extends only for one day suddenly disappears when he wakes up the next day to find he's no more the birthday boy, our proud feeling of being associated with Asia's largest University is suddenly erased when one fine morning we wake to find we can no more claim ourselves to be the students of our beloved Alma matar. The respect and priority we used to get all through the Varanasi city just because we belonged to IT will be missed particularly when we'll be made to compete with people from smaller colleges. And the fact that this can practically be the end of academic career for many is even more shocking. Suddenly after twenty years they have reached a stage where they no more need to go back to course books.
Coming back to the pleasant memories of my stay at IT, how can I forget that someday
I was actually made to dance stark naked infront of some seniors. How can I forget that I reciprocated the same behavior to my juniors. It might have looked nasty and inhuman at that time but it was indeed funny and we all did enjoy those moments. How can I forget that my first birthday in IT was celebrated by seventy people all wishing me at sharp twelve in the night. This had never happened to me even at my home.
I always had some close friends in life but the kind of intimacy I felt here with some people has been unprecedented. These friends have not only contributed to my emotional and professional growth, they have made me a stronger person. Some incidents are simply unforgettable. Those late night senti stuff sometimes accompanied by philosophy sessions, those movie sessions, those birthday bumps and several other things will leave indelible imprints.
The most favorite place for hilarious activities and comic talks used to be the mess. Apart from catering to the individual demands of strange recipes, the mess used to be the place where we could fully relieve ourselves of the stresses the academics produced though such stresses were there only when exams were in vicinity. Particularly comic used to be the nights when there were absence of power supply. Loud and violent smacks and knocks on the doors of rooms of sleeping people most oftenly followed by the guy joining the group to do the same to somebody else is something we'll probably never be able to do again in life. If the power supply decided to betray for a prolonged period, Lanka trips used to the only savior.
Sunrises at ghats followed by temple visits particularly in a city which is believed to be the religious capital of the country in itself is an honor. Finally this story will not be complete without the mention of scenic beauty of our beloved BHU. The Greenery of this University, the dark deep shades of innumerable trees and the grandeur of the gigantic buildings of Faculties, Labs and Libraries always made us feel lucky about our association with this place.
In the end, I'd like to confess this post has been pathetic in terms of chronological order of events and relative importance of different aspects of these fours years. But these lines have come directly from my heart and I can go on writing this way for hours. Finally two lines for my friends, my teachers, my hostels and above all my college:-
KAISE KAHUN BINA TERE
ZINDAGI YEH KYA HOGI
JAISE KOI SAZA
KOI BADDUAN HOGI
ZINDAGI YEH KYA HOGI
JAISE KOI SAZA
KOI BADDUAN HOGI