Now i take this oppurtunity to congratulate Saneeja Thomas of S6 CSE for this wonderful work
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I READ THE ARTICLE WRITTEN BY A PASSED OUT STUDENT….AND I TOT OF LUKIN IT FROM ANOTHER ANGLE ..THE WAY THE COLL SEEMS TO A NEW COMER…
“Hmm…what a well conditioned road “,,,,these were de 1st words…that flagged of my 1st visit to the great institution…”SBCE”….pretty optimistic….
Yeah ,,, walking through the dusty narrow road…what was there in my mind,,,I still cannot remember…was it enthusiasm or was it excitement and fear….no clue….
“cool,,,, mummy ..what a location”….these were the exact words that sprang upon my tongue as soon as I caught a glimpse of the building…which was going to be my home away from home for the next 4 yrs……….When I first stepped in …I neither clutched my mother’s hand with fear ,,nor had a water bottle around my neck …AFTER ALL I WAS GOING TO A COLLEGE ……the mere thought of that was exhilarating…
“rule no 1: don’t open your mouth and let your tongue loose…2..always respect your seniors…3….””the list of do’s and dont’s my cousin laid out before me the previous night…..just rolled into my mind like a black n white movie…..My eyes were so restless ,,darting here and there…searching for a familiar face….Ahhh….there at last….i perceived a bunch of ma alma maters……so no tension……..it was time to be freebirds…..We got enrolled in the college….It never occurred to me as unfamiliar…coz there were lots of faces so known to me…
The first day at the college was another experience…In the morning the parents had a meeting……..and we were all taken to our respective classes……..
The first look itself gave birth to a million questions. ” How is my life going to be? Will there be fun?? Will I be able to make good friends?????………..””……..million questions and zero answers………… BRILLIANT WORK BY THE BRAIN…..
A s soon as we got seated,,,, a teacher came to take our attendance…….THE MARK OF OUR DEBUT…..what are we supposed to do ….then there was the normal introductions… I tried to be Einstein ,,,trying to learn the names of as many students as I can……….but ended up being myself ..learning the names of the foursome in the neighboring bench…in addition to the ones sitting with me….who were of course my high school friends……
This is where I’m going to be seated this year……to be the one in the sixty……is college a downhill ride///////////……….still confusions,,,,,,,,,
Bored ,,,,, I tried to find myself a way to spend my time…that was when I found the most interesting hobby………archaeology…yup……..we all engrossed ourselves in reading the funny things scribbled all over the desks…..there were poets almost as good as Keats ((its purely my judgement))…..philosophers……..broken hearts……..it was fun……I’m going to be the followers of these great people……KOOLLL!!!!!
During the first few days……the sound of the bell was like a siren………afterwards it became a part of my life………initially the whole college was a crossward puzzle……..holding lots within………now it has become a part of me……..when there are classes ,,,often I wish there were more parties in this country,,,,,,,,to call strikes………I feel too lazy to go back to college after holidays……….still when I come to the college……..its entirely a new world….filled with laughter,,,fun…..,,occasional tares,,,,,,,,and impositions……its just a different world……
REMYA
BT 1&2
Another ten steps.. and there was our class with the doors shut… !!! we were on the first floor… and the sun setting down in the valley with its orange rays was creating a magical scene. Had a wish that the time stops at that very moment… but it never happens… the seconds hand ticked heavily….. and we opened the doors of the class for one last time…………………
Wished i cud ask my teacher…”may i come in…. ” and wanted to hear her shout…. “You late again… no attendance…”
but there was no one there… just empty desks.. and we three…. looking at the walls…. and the desks.. all empty… with quotes we wrote … and the raised platform .. where the torture classes were held… and the last benches.. where we had fun…. laughed …. kicked out…. hiding from the teachers… pleading for attendence………… million memories rolled like a muvee into our minds… and there was complete silence for a moment.. and we smiled … laughed!!!!!
drifted to our place… … sat there….. side seats…
dint feel like the last day …. dont remember how we met …. how we came to such a stage… feels like i know my friends from ages… feel like as if i was born in this college….. feel like i was always here…
The entire class was still there alive…. the last benchers sleeping………… the gals chatting amongst themselves……….. the teacher in her own world…… arun sitting besides me …. attending the lecture …. ajith sitting on third bench being a menace to the teacher…. and gokul smiling at the babes…. maneesh … trying talking to the gals… and we laughing about something of the other….. me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad………… making some sketches.. or bullshit poetry ………..
looked back….. but there was rahul .. in his dream world…. not scribbling anything in his notebook… not laughing this time…. not sayin anything this time……….. just sitting there.. and there was ayappan… and there was me …..
“roll number 41………. ”
“roll number 41………… riyaz…. u sleeping again…….. ”
“Ok fine…………. roll number 42”
“………………….. hey .. present ma’m………… ”
“you sleep dear…!!! no attendence for you……………..”
No attendence…. the class has ended… and my friends… chatting and laughing …. going for a chai… aur a samossa….. aur a lemon juice…at sankaran chettan’s kada
and we sat there ….. sat there all alone ……… closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus was calling us…………….
Wanted to attend one last lecture…….. but this time there was no one to take that last lecture…………..
and there was that door… open… and we wished all the time .. to run away …. to bunk.. but this time it wasnt….. one last time…. one last time………… attended the class…. with no one.. just we three…
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