That was during the first week of my college when we discussed about the drawbacks in our college. One of us shrieked at the top of his voice for a need of a Pizza Hut. The other spoke of a Home Theatre System in hostels. Someone wanted the college to be taken out of the village Ferozepur. This was all a scene of the Communication Skills lecture during the reign of Mrs. Kiranjeet Kaur.
But we slowly adjusted ourselves to the circumstances of the college, whether that be ‘no electricity’ or ‘no water’. ‘Bad food’ and ‘impure drinking water’ were not yet considered. But times are changed. When it’s the time for us to move out of the college, the authorities are providing better amenities to the students.
The matter remains the same “How can we forget out college and the days we spent here?” How can friends (although away, yet unforgettable) be taken out of our minds? How would the moments of laughter and fights be forgotten?
How shall we forget the college evenings spent outside the complex? I ask, ordering some stuff to the complex boy. How can we forget the scenes of commenting upon girls whenever they passed b? How can we forget their reactions of enjoying our comments passed upon for them?</span></span>
<span><span>How can we deny our minds from the nicknames we had for our teachers and the extra scientific reasons behind those names? The funny comments upon teachers style of teaching, their facial expressions, all counted well for a good nicknames of theirs.
How shall we forget those corridor dances that we managed during the nights with high volume speakers and unshirted friends? Many a times a friend would spill a bucket of water lover us while dancing but we never mind. Tell me of those stupid yet good to dance at Punjabi and Himesh songs whose music would drag us out of our hostel rooms and made us try those exaggerating actions as a copy of Michael Jackson or Hrithik
How shall we get rid of those silly bumks on small (one hour or two) scale orlarge (for weeks) scale that we managed to get support but were needless. Every evening lab hours were needlessly got rid of while we either sat in computer center checking out our freeky orkut accounts or havig cricket matches on our favourate pitch.
How shall thiose cricket evenings be got rid of, those fights for batting first, having the first over to bowl and choosing an appropriate place to field in shade? How shall we forget the guard's warnings being neglected everyday and those teachers staring while we played (esp during their class/ lab hours)? How could we get away from our habbits of playing a bowl or two whenever whenever juniors played?
How shall our minds get away from the boring mess food which usually led us to the Verka booth outside the college? How shall those hot buttered paranthas with tea/ coke be forgotten as a part of our wholesome diet?<
And what about those special functions like hostel nights or college function in which we would shamelessly dance to the tunes without considering our teachers or the college girls watching us. The lights, decoration, refreshments, discipline... were all in our hands but who cares when fun waits for you.
But now our time is to bid adieu to the college. The three & a half years are at their sunset mode. The teachers, the friends, the infrastructure, the virtual pizza hut and all the rest would still dwell in my minds forever. Its difficult to forget those girls making faces at us and then smiling. It shall be difficult to get rid of those teachers at whom we laughed whenever they turned red. Its not easy to forget that taste of paranthas at the Verka booth and those loud nights at the hostel coridors where we danced. Its still an important rememberence of argueing with teachersfor marks in sessionals. All those remembrences will be immortal in our hearts. But its rightly quoted by someone “every beginning has an end to itself” and so its our turn in this college. But for juniors I would request “Hamari Is Sanskriti Ka Khayal Rakhna Jo Maine Iss Article Mein Batayi Hai”
But we slowly adjusted ourselves to the circumstances of the college, whether that be ‘no electricity’ or ‘no water’. ‘Bad food’ and ‘impure drinking water’ were not yet considered. But times are changed. When it’s the time for us to move out of the college, the authorities are providing better amenities to the students.
The matter remains the same “How can we forget out college and the days we spent here?” How can friends (although away, yet unforgettable) be taken out of our minds? How would the moments of laughter and fights be forgotten?
How shall we forget the college evenings spent outside the complex? I ask, ordering some stuff to the complex boy. How can we forget the scenes of commenting upon girls whenever they passed b? How can we forget their reactions of enjoying our comments passed upon for them?</span></span>
<span><span>How can we deny our minds from the nicknames we had for our teachers and the extra scientific reasons behind those names? The funny comments upon teachers style of teaching, their facial expressions, all counted well for a good nicknames of theirs.
How shall we forget those corridor dances that we managed during the nights with high volume speakers and unshirted friends? Many a times a friend would spill a bucket of water lover us while dancing but we never mind. Tell me of those stupid yet good to dance at Punjabi and Himesh songs whose music would drag us out of our hostel rooms and made us try those exaggerating actions as a copy of Michael Jackson or Hrithik
How shall we get rid of those silly bumks on small (one hour or two) scale orlarge (for weeks) scale that we managed to get support but were needless. Every evening lab hours were needlessly got rid of while we either sat in computer center checking out our freeky orkut accounts or havig cricket matches on our favourate pitch.
How shall thiose cricket evenings be got rid of, those fights for batting first, having the first over to bowl and choosing an appropriate place to field in shade? How shall we forget the guard's warnings being neglected everyday and those teachers staring while we played (esp during their class/ lab hours)? How could we get away from our habbits of playing a bowl or two whenever whenever juniors played?
How shall our minds get away from the boring mess food which usually led us to the Verka booth outside the college? How shall those hot buttered paranthas with tea/ coke be forgotten as a part of our wholesome diet?<
And what about those special functions like hostel nights or college function in which we would shamelessly dance to the tunes without considering our teachers or the college girls watching us. The lights, decoration, refreshments, discipline... were all in our hands but who cares when fun waits for you.
But now our time is to bid adieu to the college. The three & a half years are at their sunset mode. The teachers, the friends, the infrastructure, the virtual pizza hut and all the rest would still dwell in my minds forever. Its difficult to forget those girls making faces at us and then smiling. It shall be difficult to get rid of those teachers at whom we laughed whenever they turned red. Its not easy to forget that taste of paranthas at the Verka booth and those loud nights at the hostel coridors where we danced. Its still an important rememberence of argueing with teachersfor marks in sessionals. All those remembrences will be immortal in our hearts. But its rightly quoted by someone “every beginning has an end to itself” and so its our turn in this college. But for juniors I would request “Hamari Is Sanskriti Ka Khayal Rakhna Jo Maine Iss Article Mein Batayi Hai”
