The most economic way to find some delight out of complexity of life, according to me, is to look back to happy past and muse over the metamorphosis that has benefited you by taking place in your life. Being an individualist, I would write everything individually here, just move three years back when someone entered the threshold of our college. Images are still vivid. A boy with a blue satchel, walking alone and quietly with the air of an introvert, too shy to shake hands with strange people standing before him… coming back today it all remains only in memories. It is quite pleasurable to think about the big leap that you take gradually and meticulously in your life.
For the last three years I have been associated with a temple, cathedral or whatever you may speak, which meant most to me. A college is usually supposed to be a medium to acquire your degree, and a place where you can have abundance of fun with no domination of parents and teachers. Besides these two, the very first function of the college is to shape solidly our purpose of existence. Being on the verge of crossing adolescence we all know our ability. We all know what we are and where we have to go. Everyone of us here stirs with a purpose. For somebody, this purpose is his goal and ambitions; on the other hand, somebody lets his purpose be confined within few fleeing recreations.
I remember my earlier college days when I was forced to enroll in such a college, more renowned for “maar-dhaar” than its quality of education. Coming form a hamlet, a thousands kilometers from Delhi, and enrolling at this college at the same time my peers belonged to top-notch colleges, was degrading to me. Unlike those days situations are different today. I am far happier with the valuables my college has given me. It gives me warm satisfaction how all my goals are coming nearer one-by-one in my life. I know everything will come, if I work and wait. In every coming moments I get my mind full of movements; movements that yield plenty of ideas with plenty of goals. Today, there is nothing I would dare to dream of. If one dream fails and break into, I pick those pieces and begin again.
In three years, I have been taught not only several masterpieces, which comprise works of Milton, Dickens, Tagore, Homer, Pope, Keats, Shakespeare, etc. but also to know the depth of life and its philosophy though such masterpieces, taught by the intelligentsia of our college like KM Singh and Annie Thomas Rojer. Every word coming out of their mouth is like gospel. In each of their lectures, I would keep listening to them carefully and taking every word to the core of my mind. Sometimes ardently I wish how fortunate I’d have been if I were son of these god-like angels. For some for my teachers all my solemn words could be ridiculous as they always found me invisible in their classes and visible with nymphets; walking here and there and having tête-à-tête. Speaking tartly but truly, all teachers cant provide you the learning you expect from them. Teachers ought to pay attention to every student individually instead of listening to few students who keep reiterating “Yes sir” and “Yes madam” like empty vessels.
There are two things - difficulties and friends, without which life would really be dull and boring for us. Remember “a smooth sea never makes a skillful mariner”. We ought to enjoy passing through ups-and-downs. Coping with difficulties always gives bravery and also an opportunity to know the persons who deserve to be your real friend. Friends are jewels that add great value to your life. Classrooms are not only the places a student should belong to. Don’t you fine it pleasant to sit in the library with friends and pretend to study while chatting quietly; having sandwich and sprite with your colleagues in a clamorous canteen; walking arms-in-arms with your affectionate one in corridor and sometimes flocking together with friends and having heaps of laughter and fun? Age has certainly a great appeal to all human being. And blooming of youth appeals more directly to hearts than mind. You often get fascinated by the angelic look of someone whom you want to be with. Mums the word, I am not exception to it as I was mesmerized by one of my juniors, who’d always blush before me like ‘rose’ and would make my heart pulsate faster.
There will be much wider reminiscences tomorrow, when I am gone off after having three years of unique sojourn in this temple. One-by-one everything shall appear before my eyes… disciplined teachings of KM Singh sir, smiles always playing on the face of mother-like Annie Ma’me…confabulating for hours with my alter-ego under the bamboo trees in the dense ridge…metro trains passing close to our college and we watching them from our class-room’s window… and ultimately the vision will appear of a boy with a blue satchel, walking slowly and quietly with the air of an introvert, entering the threshold of our college, three years ago
For the last three years I have been associated with a temple, cathedral or whatever you may speak, which meant most to me. A college is usually supposed to be a medium to acquire your degree, and a place where you can have abundance of fun with no domination of parents and teachers. Besides these two, the very first function of the college is to shape solidly our purpose of existence. Being on the verge of crossing adolescence we all know our ability. We all know what we are and where we have to go. Everyone of us here stirs with a purpose. For somebody, this purpose is his goal and ambitions; on the other hand, somebody lets his purpose be confined within few fleeing recreations.
I remember my earlier college days when I was forced to enroll in such a college, more renowned for “maar-dhaar” than its quality of education. Coming form a hamlet, a thousands kilometers from Delhi, and enrolling at this college at the same time my peers belonged to top-notch colleges, was degrading to me. Unlike those days situations are different today. I am far happier with the valuables my college has given me. It gives me warm satisfaction how all my goals are coming nearer one-by-one in my life. I know everything will come, if I work and wait. In every coming moments I get my mind full of movements; movements that yield plenty of ideas with plenty of goals. Today, there is nothing I would dare to dream of. If one dream fails and break into, I pick those pieces and begin again.
In three years, I have been taught not only several masterpieces, which comprise works of Milton, Dickens, Tagore, Homer, Pope, Keats, Shakespeare, etc. but also to know the depth of life and its philosophy though such masterpieces, taught by the intelligentsia of our college like KM Singh and Annie Thomas Rojer. Every word coming out of their mouth is like gospel. In each of their lectures, I would keep listening to them carefully and taking every word to the core of my mind. Sometimes ardently I wish how fortunate I’d have been if I were son of these god-like angels. For some for my teachers all my solemn words could be ridiculous as they always found me invisible in their classes and visible with nymphets; walking here and there and having tête-à-tête. Speaking tartly but truly, all teachers cant provide you the learning you expect from them. Teachers ought to pay attention to every student individually instead of listening to few students who keep reiterating “Yes sir” and “Yes madam” like empty vessels.
There are two things - difficulties and friends, without which life would really be dull and boring for us. Remember “a smooth sea never makes a skillful mariner”. We ought to enjoy passing through ups-and-downs. Coping with difficulties always gives bravery and also an opportunity to know the persons who deserve to be your real friend. Friends are jewels that add great value to your life. Classrooms are not only the places a student should belong to. Don’t you fine it pleasant to sit in the library with friends and pretend to study while chatting quietly; having sandwich and sprite with your colleagues in a clamorous canteen; walking arms-in-arms with your affectionate one in corridor and sometimes flocking together with friends and having heaps of laughter and fun? Age has certainly a great appeal to all human being. And blooming of youth appeals more directly to hearts than mind. You often get fascinated by the angelic look of someone whom you want to be with. Mums the word, I am not exception to it as I was mesmerized by one of my juniors, who’d always blush before me like ‘rose’ and would make my heart pulsate faster.
There will be much wider reminiscences tomorrow, when I am gone off after having three years of unique sojourn in this temple. One-by-one everything shall appear before my eyes… disciplined teachings of KM Singh sir, smiles always playing on the face of mother-like Annie Ma’me…confabulating for hours with my alter-ego under the bamboo trees in the dense ridge…metro trains passing close to our college and we watching them from our class-room’s window… and ultimately the vision will appear of a boy with a blue satchel, walking slowly and quietly with the air of an introvert, entering the threshold of our college, three years ago