Monday, February 20, 2006

A day presented itself....


There are many days in your college life that you would like to remember, and so are those that you would struggle to forget. Well this post basically deals with a day that doesn't come under either category. It was yet another day at college where the day was characterised sullen atmosphere.But yeah, i still remember the day as though it happened just a few moments ago. What was special about it, I still think... My college is extremely huge with a sprawling campus, huge due to two reasons. One, it was located well within city limits and so is pretty huge by the standards. Two, because it has a large single block which houses all the components of the college.

I am usually a early riser, thanks to my mom who goes through the daily ritual of waking me up at half past five each morning with unfailing regualrity. And invariably that helped me to go earlier to college than anyone else, supported by my ideology of rush free buses. Speaking of that I usually follow that simple maxim to board a bus. If one can see the rear end when viewing through the front, then it is okay to board the bus. Well I was early into college that day and a lazy fellow that I am, I went through the sprawling mass of green (my conscience prevents me from calling it a lawn) with slow rhythmic steps, marvelling at my own ability to walk on two legs.

The lawn ends in a beatifully laid plaque which depicts the college's motto in a curved handrwriting that cannot be emulated. It had a not-so-good-looking cap which had more than justified is unaesthetic appearence by protecting the plaque from the relentless assault of the avian species. I was always mesmerised by this plaque which had a power of representing the unified purpose behind such a grand educational institution. It was more like a memorial to me where i used to express my silent gratitude to the unseen forces that made this powerhouse of knowledge possible. It also made me remember the polish saying that there was no real substitute for a good education. After my customary three seconds homage to the plaque, I went along the road that leads the way into the main block that was very huge, so huge that one could esily lose his orientaion once inside the building. No, its not exactly that one could call a maze but it was a place where one could get lost.

It was always a mesmerising sight to see the huge building. One doesn't lose the awe for the building with time, I thought. The long winding corridors especially when empty makes you feel royal,as if you own the entire place. The blocks invariably ends in the dreaded Drawing Halls or the DH s as they are lovingly christened by the inmates. All the students have to invariably pass through this h(a/e)ll when they step into engineering courses. Since the drawing boards are fixed to the floor,the hall seems to remind of the immovable movers. It represents that which is indomitable and refuses metamorphosis. It gives a sense of confidence to me, a kind of strength to the mind, a source of illimitable power of the spirit. I always felt that if at all anything could stand the test of time, then it has to be this hall.


I moved out into the corridor that leads to my class room which by itself was daunting enough, and it was empty with only a miniscule portion of the room being furnished with benches, which made it look all the more eerie. Yah, the avaian species has its haunt here but thankfully had so far spared the hall from its feces.The room is similar to a tabernacle which requires a certain decorum to be maintained in it. Seldom it is maintained, but nevertheless it still maintains its sanctity. Apart from serrated desks which formed the major component of the occupied space, there was a dais where the revered stood facing the despicables. The room thus formed a sanctum which imparts valuable tutelage to many a student.


This was the routine that accompanied my college life, a sort of religious ceremony that i underwent each day with unfailing regularity. One can find that such simple yet amazing objects can teach you many a thing, provided the correct perspective is adopted. Believe it or not, it's a gift if you are able to see the astounding aspects of such relatively picayune entities that we encounter. Yes, the perspective is important... and perspective in unison with alacrity of thought can be blissful.........

6 comments:

Trinity Teal™ said...

Hey shankar,
ne enna thaan sola varaa??? lolzz
btw i am going thro the same phase as u i guess .. looking and appreciating everyth abt the coll **buildings** and trying to 4get teh ppl associated with them... but this reminds me of wat DJ said in RDB.
'College mein hum zindagi ko nachathe hain [-tim-lak-lak-tim-tim-lak-lak]
magar college ke bahar zindagi hume nachathi hain [-tim-lak-lak-tim-tim-lak-lak]'...
think abt it..

nIrAnJaNa said...

im in the cant-wait-2-get-out-of-coll stage.... prolly, i might thnk differently when i do get into the final yr... hmm... that remains to be seen... but yup, i love the buildings too... the "love" bit stops there though... :(

Vivek said...

machcha,
sezly gr8 post da.."vai kuusaama poi solla mudiyumaa?"i had always had tis doubt...but ur post proved its indeed true da..:P..but phoren college podarthu ellam two much...lol

Mighty Titan said...

@ teal

final year nostalgia i guess.. jus one more month of collegiae life..guess thats wat prompted this...;-)

Mighty Titan said...

@niranjana

Thats quite true for everyone around.. getting outta college is wat everyone thinks wen in final year... a great deal awaits them i believe.. well i am almost done with it.. u have one more to go... so chill out as of now..

Mighty Titan said...

@ rebel

machcha.. poi nu kandupudhichute !!! but i am not surprised da.. if at all anyone knows me, its u guys.. but yeah.. phoren coll enakke koncham over a dan irundudu.. but vera pic eduvum sikkale da.. wat to do ;-)...