Being in college away from the selfish world,
with friends surrounding and beautiful talk around. Would this time come to an
end? It seems as if someone is telling me a lie or as if it is a fictitious
tale. It won’t end up. I won’t be left alone, I will have my friends with me
and the days will be the same. But it isn’t the reality. The college life will
end up. Life will now change and it will move on with newer experiences and
newer people. Graduating is a dream come true but saying goodbye to the years
we spent being fearless seems quite an injustice.
IUST has always been a great place, its beauty and its being away from the sorrowful world. It seems like it had been a cage. A cage that had kept us away from the worldly sorrows, a cage whose captivity was better than the freedom. I am writing about it to give it all I’ve got in these last years because this is the last time I get to embrace what I have been given. I can gratefully and genuinely say that I am leaving here on a very good note. I was fortunate enough to fall right into this alumina. Not knowing what to expect, I initially became frustrated with the process, but then I started to comprehend the importance of being here. May that be education, co-curricular activities, and functions or may that be organizing camps, placements and debates. It has its own way.
I am turning nostalgic already though I still have a month. It will leave me with the most beautiful memories. I will miss the suicide point where worries would vanish, I will miss the canteen where we spend more of time, got ill and visited again the very next day, I will miss the library where we could see people studying, I will miss the corridor where we could sit and gossip, I will miss the auditorium where we listened less and laughed more, I will miss the fights we had when we got hurt. I will miss everything. The classes we bunk, the notes we photostat, the bus we miss, the times we cry, the friend’s birthday, the empty pockets, the teachers grudge, the low grade, the topper, the begging for marks, the canteen of unfilled stomach, the shoulder of a friend, the enemy in campus, the prank and laugh, the teacher's acting and the picnics to come. It made our day, a day of college graduate.
I
can’t believe four years passed. I remember the first day like it was
yesterday. Our life there had some best moments, especially when we first had
gone for ragging the juniors and then we had the proctor around to check who is
ragging. We had an escape luckily from the windows, an escape of fugitives. The
next time we had engaged in water fights and accidentally the water splashed to
one of our strict teacher of control system, though we had a narrow escape
still that incident brought us nightmares. During exams we had another tactics;
though we never got the time enough for writing but tallying the objectives at
the last moment miraculously had the time. I remember the frightful day when we
had exam of the most haunted paper of data structure (midterm) and all I just
became blank. I had no other way to stand up the tension and I cried “If you
people want us to fail why you take up the exams”.
Luckily we passed the data
structure but the way I cried in library made a funniest moment there. We
almost constantly made our invigilators to cry up. Teachers made more of
complaints than providing our HOD’s the appraisal notes. I still remember when
somehow our class got fire (the reason which we have kept hidden like a secret)
and we got detained for a month. We got a lucky vacation.
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