November 9th is one of the greatest days of my life. On this very day in 1998 I started the brightest chapter of my life. Yes, on this very day I stepped into the premises of College of Engineering, Osmania University for the first time, to amass everlasting memories, to collect perpetual reminiscences, to feed in unfading experiences of life time in four years of joyride.
I have been unreceptive for quiet a few days. I was low on confidence. My motivation had been on the thinner side. But looking at the date itself boosted me to write this up. I couldn’t control my urge to mention this special day on my blog. I still remember my first day at OU (Osmania University). I was thrilled, elated, excited and at the same time, tensed. It was a grand beginning to new life style. It was an exuberant instigation to a unique journey with full of highs and lows. I was rustic; I was naïve to that culture. I definitely took sometime to settle in. I believe we all did take sometime to come in terms with the conditions there, to get the grips of circumstances there. We were like newly bought, empty hard drives. We had lot of space to absorb, we had lot of room to learn, we had lot of freedom to fly high, to scream loud, to ride rough. We did all that, and much more. Attending classes, studying courses was like an extra curricular activity. We were always seen busy in unquestionably joyous deeds. Oh boy, how can one forget those countless trips from canteen to kinnera via main building, which has surely been the best route I have ever traveled. Of course, college days without girls, simply unimaginable. 10 minutes rendezvous would have generated at least an hour of debate in the evening while sipping the garam chai along with Osmania biscuits. Not only this, the moments when we all got drunk for every small stint, the moments when we shed tears at the loss of one of our dear friends, the moments when we all beat the hell out of invaders, the moments when we all zoomed in midnight ride for fruit juice, the moment when we all danced to eternal music on those colossal steps of main building, and the moment when I made most of my accidents and the list goes on and on.
I believe, the journey wasn’t a smooth one, there were some hiccups. It could be termed as safe flight with little turbulence here and there. We surely had some differences, which was quiet natural, considering our cultural and regional differences. But in the end, most of us have come out good and in fact as better persons. We learned so many things in those 4 years at OU, not only the subject, but also we all got cultured enough to gauge and stand against the different predicaments of life.
Well, I am blessed to be part of highly energetic group of my friends. Even after 5 years of engineering farewell, we are still going strong and slick. And real icing on cake is, few of us are having a reunion today. It will all be fun and frolic over the weekend. I am all excited and over the moon, who wouldn’t be??
I have been unreceptive for quiet a few days. I was low on confidence. My motivation had been on the thinner side. But looking at the date itself boosted me to write this up. I couldn’t control my urge to mention this special day on my blog. I still remember my first day at OU (Osmania University). I was thrilled, elated, excited and at the same time, tensed. It was a grand beginning to new life style. It was an exuberant instigation to a unique journey with full of highs and lows. I was rustic; I was naïve to that culture. I definitely took sometime to settle in. I believe we all did take sometime to come in terms with the conditions there, to get the grips of circumstances there. We were like newly bought, empty hard drives. We had lot of space to absorb, we had lot of room to learn, we had lot of freedom to fly high, to scream loud, to ride rough. We did all that, and much more. Attending classes, studying courses was like an extra curricular activity. We were always seen busy in unquestionably joyous deeds. Oh boy, how can one forget those countless trips from canteen to kinnera via main building, which has surely been the best route I have ever traveled. Of course, college days without girls, simply unimaginable. 10 minutes rendezvous would have generated at least an hour of debate in the evening while sipping the garam chai along with Osmania biscuits. Not only this, the moments when we all got drunk for every small stint, the moments when we shed tears at the loss of one of our dear friends, the moments when we all beat the hell out of invaders, the moments when we all zoomed in midnight ride for fruit juice, the moment when we all danced to eternal music on those colossal steps of main building, and the moment when I made most of my accidents and the list goes on and on.
I believe, the journey wasn’t a smooth one, there were some hiccups. It could be termed as safe flight with little turbulence here and there. We surely had some differences, which was quiet natural, considering our cultural and regional differences. But in the end, most of us have come out good and in fact as better persons. We learned so many things in those 4 years at OU, not only the subject, but also we all got cultured enough to gauge and stand against the different predicaments of life.
Well, I am blessed to be part of highly energetic group of my friends. Even after 5 years of engineering farewell, we are still going strong and slick. And real icing on cake is, few of us are having a reunion today. It will all be fun and frolic over the weekend. I am all excited and over the moon, who wouldn’t be??
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