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.