It is a common shibboleth that seems too abstruse to anyone who ever trespasses its not so charismatic boulevard that a building that cannot match the grandeur of the Imperial State building in a 100 years nor does it have the intricate carvings of the Vatican, lives in the hearts of the people who in the times of association with it didn’t want to visit it ever again in their lifetime.
What it is that keeps the strings still interwoven? It is oblivious to all what a person fathoms. It’s the vibes of an individual only who feels it.
In the final year at PCE it really feels nostalgic when I turn back and trot down my memory lane scanning and skimming the events that shaped my life over the past 4 years. 5th September 2007 was the first day when we first entered this college and found it not to be so humongous in terms of infrastructure. At this very juncture I thought did I do right in joining this college.
Classes commenced and I started making friends. Slowly this place, which I thought I had erred in choosing, seemed to be the best of my choices. The friends that I have are the best phenomenon that can happen to anyone in this entire world. Lot of learning with loads of fun became part of my life. I began believing that I am having a beautiful dream which would never end. Nevertheless now I wish I could have something that would be able to freeze time at this very moment.
Strikes, mass bunks, comments in the class, fights with friends over trivial stuffs, sycophancies and all such feelings would be the most missed after the term gets over. Teachers would be most missed despite the disrespect or misbehavior or indifference shown to them during the terms.
However some feelings that I can’t fathom, why am I feeling nostalgic when I would be having a better future after college, why will I miss this life when I don’t want to do assignments or give viva.
The probable answer that I purport to solve my self-evoked query is that the enigma of PCE lies not in its four walled enclosure but in the people who make it what it is. And I won’t be missing the building but the people with whom I have spend some of my best years. These years have showed me every color of life, made me experience every emotion and yet some times I wish I weren’t here.
Whatever we may do, wherever we may go, this comes to be said finally: “good bye and good luck”. However some good byes are too painful especially when its said for an enigmatic phenomenon as PADMANAVA COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING………….
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