END of the BEGINNING

This post is by Rohan(arrows), and I am posting it here because Rohan was too lazy to do so, but anyways, the post is what matters and undoubtedly it is another masterpiece after the last one Sunny posted.

“After the game king and the pawn return to the same box”

This is how I perceive my subsistence these days. Who am I? I am anyone of you, and yet distinct. I am like any other student who is counting days before he calls himself a Graduate, and yet I have an identity that can’t be assigned to anybody other than me. If you have not guessed it as yet; I am one of those constituents of the game who has realized that the game is nearly over and the distinction of identity and stature is subtly losing its existence.

We all played this game to the best of our ability, the game we call Engineering. Some played it straight-forward like the Rook; some tried twisted ways of the Knight, a few chose to swagger around like the Queen, and many were satisfied with the simple ways of a Pawn. Everyone equally engrossed in the pursuit of an objective which could provide the best possible clarification to and assign a cause reasonable enough for, his existence. By the end of this phase of life that is but just the beginning of what they call life, we are all related to each other by one euphoric sentiment “WE PLAYED”.

Lingering somewhere in the memory (which is by now perfectly tuned to function only for a stipulated amount of duration at a fixed time of the year) are those days when we stepped into this hallowed institution of engineering for the first time. Those were the times we had to stick together out of no choice, as the only savior of a drowning man is the man drowning besides him. Never had we then perceived that in one of these drowning men we will find the steadfast hand of a friend. At the end, for some friendship remains a virtue for others just a means to reach the end. In either case they cherish the moments of bliss when they could actually understand the profundity of this emotion.

From the horrors of mechanics to the mechanics of (managing) horrific profs we conquered it all. Some found their calling in Nirvana (Kurt cobain fans) some found nirvana in the intriguing circuits of Boylstad. The listless faces (of students) gazing at the excruciating ‘external’ (sometimes ‘internal’) metamorphosed into enthusiastic bundle of nerves with the onset of sports and cultural fests, only to surrender that zeal again to the inevitability of results. The vicious cycle of term end-submission-viva-university exam seem like a mundane affair by the end. From high school sweet hearts to newly discovered made-for-each-others many found themselves shot by the cupid and others just found a reason good enough to keep them happy for being neglected by the angels. From moments of self-denial to moments of feeling I-am-god we’ve all been there done that.

A thousand different stories yet we all relatively stand at the same point in our respective lives. A point where the world is waiting for us with its arms wide open. A point from where the lessons learnt in classroom will be applied to real life situations, where answers to practical questions will certify the gained knowledge. Equipped with the same eagerness in heart and fire in the belly here we stand all set to go. This is the point where the beginning meets its end.

As for the future, I am just reminded of these lines which say all that I would like to say to all my colleagues and juniors.

It’s something unpredictable,

But in the end its right;

I hope you had the time of your life.

The most valuable waste of time

The most valuable waste of time is how I can best describe my four years (almost four as on date) of engineering in VJTI. So what did I do in college today? A question that remained unanswered daily after I reached home from college. For years, it didn’t bother me much, because it was the time to cut loose, let my hair down and simply have fun ‘JUST LIKE THAT’. Until today when I want to pen down, what it was like being in VJTI and doing all that was done, I make an attempt to find the answer.

What did I gain? A day in college was always like an open forum for discussions, where topics varied from the most unpredictable ‘University Exams’, to the most sensational ‘Good looking FE Chick in college’, to the most fascinating ‘theory of machines taught in the lecture’, to the most spell binding ‘Diction of a professor’, to the most mysterious ‘loss of words in an assignment’ and finally to the most trivial ‘bad taste of the tea in canteen today’. Issues never thought, planned or intended, but simply there for the heck of it. Ideas flooded in from the optimistic, from the pessimist, from the authoritative, from the sly, from the class clown and others straight from mars. Some ideas came out of choice, the others because there was no other choice.

At the end of it, there were a zillion perspectives left to contemplate, which were often overlooked until today. The four years of mere wasting time has left impression in the form of multi dimensional thinking. Engineering has given a new dimension of analysis. Earlier there were always two ways of doing anything: the right one and off course the wrong one. Quite like always, engineering is path breaking in the sense that, it may not necessarily be wrong if it is not right. It can neither be right, nor be wrong as the same time. The justification follows: Copying assignments is not right but not wrong either, if you know no one is going to read them. Bunking lectures is not right but not wrong either, if you know how well read the professor himself his. The above mentioned are very obvious material benefits, but otherwise too, that is how life is…. You may not be doing what is wanted of you, but you will still be acknowledged for not doing what you are strictly not supposed to do. And this is just one aspect of it……

Thinking that grew into the evolution of individuality, a thought and a very predictable behavior. Today, the smallest of contributions to the discussion are individuals, people I call my friends, people I can trust, people I look up to for advice and people whom I can call in the middle of the night just to pull off a joke on him. In the process of taking each other’s case, we have bonded so well that our expressions are beyond words. We can laugh together at the mildest of smirks or, for that matter, absolutely nothing. At the same time we can feel the agony; generally referred in terms of failure to get a girl for those who don’t have one and loss of wealth for those who have managed to get one or more.

Individually, we are ideas, notions, visions and loads of fun together. For the spectators, we are a force, a team that organized equal volumes of fun with festivals, submissions, PL’s, vivas and even results. We, better known by the brand, BE Mechanical, have managed to add value to the institution and ourselves. At the end of four years, who are we? How do we recognize ourselves? It is plainly just a sentiment too difficult to be talked about or even written here.

Time is often considered money. Here in VJTI, we have splurged all our money (time) in having the most priceless moments of our life. And all this happened so incidentally, when we were simply finding ways to kill them. Today when all the smoke is gone down, we are left with an individual, an idea, an emotion and NOSTALGIA.....and the most valuable FRIENDS.

Can’t believe that the Law of Conservation applies here too…. “Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; it can be converted from one form to another”. We have succeeded to convert almost everything into fun with minimum losses... and guess what friends our conversion efficiency simply ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!