Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Its time to bid adieu...!!

17th August 2007 - the day which will always be remembered because it was the day when Mrs. and Mr. Singh reached Bhubaneswar along with their elder son to make him the first engineer of their family. It was those day whose memories will never ever fade. After completing his schooling from Jamshedpur, he joined KIIT University in School of Mechanical Engineering. And now the day has come when this child of his parents is all set to return back home as an ENGINEER.
These four years celebrated in KIIT has given me moments which will be embedded in my heart forever. It’s about the best days of my life… the days when we celebrated friendship… the days when we celebrated life. It was a new life altogether which started during the time when the sun was asleep, the night was silent and the cocktail of thrill and excitement was enough to warm us up by the end of these four years. The last semester is in its closing stage and very soon the race for survival would start. For the last three and half years, every time we returned from home, there used to be a dread about college curriculum or the mess food or the fact the our Profs would be breathing down our neck.
But this time around nobody talks about the home and the syllabus but the bulk of the discussion is about how the four years have gone by. The discussion would start at atmaram and it would be kind of dialogues on the fun we had and how we have managed to cram our way through seven semesters with no noticeable improvement in us except of course the spirit of query quelled and the zeal of education take away. The life that we spent had everything in it - from project reviews to campus interviews, from nicknames to last bench games, from cultural rehearsals to love proposals and from short time crushes to classroom blushes. We all were in elation till the painful moment of separation. I regret leaving friends, motivators, mentors and guide's here. One can literally sense the desperation when everyone wants to hold on to this time and make it stay forever.
The life spent in the hostel is beyond description. Our birthdays were made so special by our friends that we never missed our home on this special day. The friendship days, the Valentine’s Day, those rose days and the days to come – each of them have occupied a special place in our heart. These were those days when we, full of blinding speeds, no lights and young blood – everyone was in a fantasy world, a world where nothing existed except us.
I must admit here that 94% of KIITians in their first three of engineering spend 49% of their life chatting and on facebook because it’s the best place where maximum of the couples initiate their relationship from. And the rest 6% make reading room as their second home. Today when it’s time to part, we will return back with a heavy heart. I learnt a habit to catch on sleep no matter in which position I am, it may be lectures, labs or seminars.
Today we all have jobs in our hand but the sun of our life is yet to be traced. Our life is like a sea which appears as infinite sphere of water whose centre was everywhere and circumference nowhere. We still hope the sun of our life to come out in full glory and paint every element of our life with a tinge of gold. After these days are going to end, I will envy all my juniors. Why? Because they would be the one who would enjoy college life and party hard and I won’t be one of them.
Each one of us want to leave our footprint in the sand of time but very few of us are able to do so. The best things of life come in surprise packages – After our engineering, our jobs will engage us during the day time but the time that we will spend now will engage our memories. Each one of us will become busy a lot but no one can escape destiny’s plot.
I wish life could just rewind. Let us laugh, play and rejoice again because I am all set to become an engineer today but I don’t know whether to smile or to feel sad.
Dedicated to all my friends with whom I have spent at least a moment of these wonderful four years.