Farewell Royal Group of Institutions: Part 1

Sometimes, sentiments take the better of any human being, however emotionless he or she has been in his or her daily life. Being sorrow is the absence of ecstatic joy in our lives. Surpassing it is the real win!

When the calendar year 2012 had July in its pages, I was to be introduced to a completely new episode in my life. A new phase into your life is obviously an exciting part to be explored. The opportunity of seeking the unseen and unheard territories is another prospect to look forward to. Meeting new friends and creating new albums of nostalgic memories is also an important  part of the content. Life had already been preparing for the new and exciting ventures. And after I stepped foot on the grass of Royal Group of Institutions, the rest can only be guaranteed a notable history.

Four years might be a pretty long time for any normal human being but for an engineering student, it is only a handful amount of time to cherish upon. It was only like yesterday that I had stepped into this college. The wonderful and eye-catching infrastructure was obviously an instant attraction but the legitimate treasures were the people within, professors and students, and all the people associated with the college. I had finally opened a new chapter in my life. Initially, I had many reservations to many of the earthly things. Talking to new people, lingering around with a bunch of ultra-cool guys, bunking classes, making micro-seconds long eye contact with pretty girls, chatting with them, playing music on the stage, hosting a quiz in an auditorium-full of people and most importantly, getting attached to a group of human beings, who in the best possible way, would in the future bring a broad smile on my face: all these were mere dreams for a gullible person like me. But surviving four memorable and precious years in this college had the better of my reservations. Elaborately stating them would take an entirely different blog post but on a shorter note: I had conquered each and every reservation of mine in these four years.

And within these years, when things were only getting happier, friends were getting closer, classes were getting merrier and teachers all the way cooler, the last days had arrived and struck us with an absolute thunder. The four years seem to have come and gone by with a moment of flash. This magical era will obviously be glued in our remembrance for an entire lifetime. The nostalgia would be intact till the very last breath. Indefinite strands of thought associated with these years will bring tears of joy as well as sadness. A few photographic recollection of this marvelous period in the near-future may bring back a bagful of cheerful memories in our minds. People will come and people will go. And however adamantly we try, some friends will stay and some friends unfortunately will fade away. But the pain and hysteria associated with it will remain forever, beyond this lifetime. 

I do seriously hope that in a parallel Universe, I will be able to relive these four years once again, rejoice the memories spent with the best group of buddies one can ever have and spend a little more time relaxing in the air-cooled classroom, receiving reprimands from all the mechanical professors for creating a ruckus inside it! Wow!