to that could have never been - 02
four years at a remote semi-urban setting can be a frustrating experience for most mortals. not for me. after that extended period of time, my first and lasting thoughts are that it was all but a small capsule, so very typical of life. to me, my life at vit represents the best four years of my life so far, and the crystal ball doesn’t portend any situation even half as memorable as this period for a long time to come.
now why the hell should a relatively unknown institute hold a place of pride in my tiny heart? because of the gamut of feelings that gripped me there. because i can tell with absolute confidence that i lived life. ecstasy interspersed with frustration at intervals that followed a near clockwork precision. were my overtly great expectations satisfied? never. but then imperfection is beautiful. perfection is never. life there was always peppered with small moments to cherish that added spice to it.
first impressions are often the best and the lasting impressions. i visualized the place as a palace decked with the choicest of chandeliers from the window of an express. i stepped into the hallowed portals for the first time somewhere in the fall of 2000 to complete the formalities. and true to my initial impression, it had that stunning look inside as well. neatly maintained lawns, huge hostels and an intricate system of academic blocks. it was nearly a dream come true for me. for a few moments i left bitter memories of not having got the prestigious institutes that i had aimed at. paradise had been regained. it was with great hope that i expected to return to the place in a few days.
to be contd…
now why the hell should a relatively unknown institute hold a place of pride in my tiny heart? because of the gamut of feelings that gripped me there. because i can tell with absolute confidence that i lived life. ecstasy interspersed with frustration at intervals that followed a near clockwork precision. were my overtly great expectations satisfied? never. but then imperfection is beautiful. perfection is never. life there was always peppered with small moments to cherish that added spice to it.
first impressions are often the best and the lasting impressions. i visualized the place as a palace decked with the choicest of chandeliers from the window of an express. i stepped into the hallowed portals for the first time somewhere in the fall of 2000 to complete the formalities. and true to my initial impression, it had that stunning look inside as well. neatly maintained lawns, huge hostels and an intricate system of academic blocks. it was nearly a dream come true for me. for a few moments i left bitter memories of not having got the prestigious institutes that i had aimed at. paradise had been regained. it was with great hope that i expected to return to the place in a few days.
to be contd…
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