WALKING DOWN MEMORY LANE
I arrived here in USA on the 24th August this year and since
then have gone down this lane innumerable times. To suppress the
thoughts attached to my school and college days seems almost next
to impossible. For a couple of weeks after my arrival I used to wake
up almost expecting to hear and see those vocal UCE guys. But, soon
I would realize that I have come very far away, to be a part of that
again. Those were the days when we would have KHATI for long hours
which would virtually cover anything and everything under the sun.
Getting up late in the morning had become more than a trend and then
rushing to the class just to silently sneak into the class (not always).
Sometimes I wonder how different it is here! I strongly believe that
no engineer who has done his or her engineering in India will ever
forget the legendary raging days. Those were the days of full sleeve
shirt, short hair, 24 hours in shoes and living in constant fear.
I remember when I was in my 1st year in Burla(south hostel) my roommates
and I would ask the wardboys to lock our room door from outside just
to avoid any senior barging into our room and raging us. Then late
in the night when they are all gone, all of us would sit in one room
and enjoy listening to each other's raging experiences. OH BOY! that
was something.
Then in the subsequent years freedom started becoming a
reality. There was nothing like my final year stay in Burla. We had a
palatial and marvelous hostel to stay in (new hostel). I can never
lose possession of the precious memories of the KHATI on the new
hostel lawn which ranged from question of GATE examination to the
latest hindi pop. High up in my mind are the memories of our cultural
festivals -- 3 to 4 days of nonstop entertainment and fun with the
whole college decorated with lights. Everyone's spirits would be
reaching dizzy heights to win the hefty cash prizes at stake in the
countless competitions.
Most sort after hours of the day were the evenings when
the Burla market would be swarming with Engg. guys. The whole gang
would be split into groups in the two or three hotels (but we were
proud of them) we had in the market. This time the khatti will be
over the "chai" and "singada".
This is just an iota of the rich treasure of memories
of those gem of days I am have shared with you and sincerely hope
that you will like it, especially an ex-UCEIAN who will read this.
Your comments are always welcome...
Dipak Rath
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