To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.
-George Lansdowne
As I pen down this post today, I am beleaguered by the feeling of helplessness and hysteria that surrounds me. Four glorious years have so swiftly passed by; leaving us with a myriad of things but the most sound asset that we posses are the recollections and the infinite happy memories of these past years. We all had entered college in a mad rush to become engineers; to gain jobs; to establish an identity for ourselves; but in retrospect we do realize that even though we might have achieved a lot more than that on a professional or a monetary level but still something does ache within. We have learned a lot more than what the books profess; we have grasped more than what the professors yell; and certainly we have "engineered" a lot more than what engineering teaches us. This whole journey from a freshman to a graduate was an adventure ride nonetheless, with each one of us anxiously and tirelessly working towards our goal, but today as we have achieved our objective; it's almost as if our worst fears have come alive; because the fruit was not in the achievement but the time spent in it's yearning.
As we part a few days from now I have a lot more tears than words to express myself. I am of the view that I was one of those lucky individuals who were able to be a part of this wonderful class of 42 that comprise the final year of Civil Engineering at Galgotias'. In this roller-coaster ride I witnessed almost everything; so called "love-sagas"; conspiracies; nepotism; slap-stick behaviorism; misogyny; but the thing that will always cherish my memory is the unbiased and unconditional bond among our ourselves; the everlasting and reinvigorating memory of our expeditions and the immense respect among ourselves for each other that made this journey a truly vivid and invigorating experience. As for all of us, the journey did start with a few hiccups but as we progressed things did soothe down. Sometimes it did appear as if we might have transgressed the bounds of prudence; but prudence comes with experience which in turn comes from a lot of bad judgment! Nevertheless,the peregrination from the first to the last year did bring about about a complete make-over in us on a personal as well as a social level. Misogynists became romeos; bacchanals became teetotalers; old relationships broke and newer ushered; all for a better cause.
As, we brace ourselves now for the unseen and rather the unimaginable we have innumerable queries and fewer assertions regarding what's in store for us. But we should not let this disquietude gobble us up, rather we should have faith in ourselves; the same faith that we have in each other; the same faith that we entrust in our confidants. The time that encompasses us is certainly a period of a lull or a period of extreme quietness, that is followed by a deafening storm that spares no one and leaves nothing in it's path. I have no clue as to when we might meet up again; when me might create the same magic that we used to; but one thing is for sure that we will certainly keep in touch; communicate with each other on a regular basis; and share our miseries and our achievements; do everything in order to make up for our absence, and to succor and reinforce each other for facing the challenges imposed upon us by our never-ending quest for success.
You and I will meet again
When we're least expecting it
One day in some far off place
I will recognize your face
I won't say goodbye my friend
For you and I will meet again
-George Lansdowne
As I pen down this post today, I am beleaguered by the feeling of helplessness and hysteria that surrounds me. Four glorious years have so swiftly passed by; leaving us with a myriad of things but the most sound asset that we posses are the recollections and the infinite happy memories of these past years. We all had entered college in a mad rush to become engineers; to gain jobs; to establish an identity for ourselves; but in retrospect we do realize that even though we might have achieved a lot more than that on a professional or a monetary level but still something does ache within. We have learned a lot more than what the books profess; we have grasped more than what the professors yell; and certainly we have "engineered" a lot more than what engineering teaches us. This whole journey from a freshman to a graduate was an adventure ride nonetheless, with each one of us anxiously and tirelessly working towards our goal, but today as we have achieved our objective; it's almost as if our worst fears have come alive; because the fruit was not in the achievement but the time spent in it's yearning.
As we part a few days from now I have a lot more tears than words to express myself. I am of the view that I was one of those lucky individuals who were able to be a part of this wonderful class of 42 that comprise the final year of Civil Engineering at Galgotias'. In this roller-coaster ride I witnessed almost everything; so called "love-sagas"; conspiracies; nepotism; slap-stick behaviorism; misogyny; but the thing that will always cherish my memory is the unbiased and unconditional bond among our ourselves; the everlasting and reinvigorating memory of our expeditions and the immense respect among ourselves for each other that made this journey a truly vivid and invigorating experience. As for all of us, the journey did start with a few hiccups but as we progressed things did soothe down. Sometimes it did appear as if we might have transgressed the bounds of prudence; but prudence comes with experience which in turn comes from a lot of bad judgment! Nevertheless,the peregrination from the first to the last year did bring about about a complete make-over in us on a personal as well as a social level. Misogynists became romeos; bacchanals became teetotalers; old relationships broke and newer ushered; all for a better cause.
As, we brace ourselves now for the unseen and rather the unimaginable we have innumerable queries and fewer assertions regarding what's in store for us. But we should not let this disquietude gobble us up, rather we should have faith in ourselves; the same faith that we have in each other; the same faith that we entrust in our confidants. The time that encompasses us is certainly a period of a lull or a period of extreme quietness, that is followed by a deafening storm that spares no one and leaves nothing in it's path. I have no clue as to when we might meet up again; when me might create the same magic that we used to; but one thing is for sure that we will certainly keep in touch; communicate with each other on a regular basis; and share our miseries and our achievements; do everything in order to make up for our absence, and to succor and reinforce each other for facing the challenges imposed upon us by our never-ending quest for success.
You and I will meet again
When we're least expecting it
One day in some far off place
I will recognize your face
I won't say goodbye my friend
For you and I will meet again
