The memories of nobody...

This is the article i wrote for my college yearbook "Alvida" and it was so long that i had to cut it short but here is the full version and as one end is another beginning so why don't i start with an end and signify a beginning, so here goes.

This title has been stolen, thank you very much. My purpose for writing this article is very convoluted and vague, be sure it will not be a tribute to my 4 years in college and surely it won’t be a glorified remembrance of what happened and what our future’s hold. I’m sure that many will attempt and will write on this subject in this very magazine. Trust me; I don’t think any less of their work just because I don’t write about it. Hmmmm, now to the subject matter, I ripped off this title because I think it is very apt for our time here at JUIT or at least for those who don’t have a special one with them, because I believe that our time here is a memory, a memory as short and transient as a grain of sand that the wind has blown with itself. Our time here depends on what we are feeling at that point of time, example: when there are a lot of fun things to do, it seems that we have been in this college for a mere days, not years and when something like boredom or exams or presentations or assignments and so on and so forth comes up college seems like a long dusty path that we have traversed and still have to traverse. Lovely, the way the situation moulds our thought process. I’m finally passing out after 4 long years, 4 long, painful, joyous, successful, regretful, surprising, predictable, lovable and despicable years. People ask me what will I miss most about this place (well not people, but persons) this put me in a bit of a spot, and I’ve realized that over the past 4 years I’ve missed a lot of things: my home, my innocence, my seniors, sometimes even myself. But what I will miss most will be the constant motion that this place brings with it, whenever we thought, it couldn’t get any better, it did. And whenever we thought, that it could not get any worse, promptly, it did. Writing this I’m suddenly overcome by a million thoughts, some pleasant and some disturbing and I’m unable to continue in the same vain. How would I summarize those thoughts, maybe with this line which I said in a class not that long ago “Life (college) is a constant struggle, everyday it will beat you down to a pulp and then it is up to you to pick yourself up and ask for more. Never backing down (another film title).” Man this place gives a person a love for the movies and series, and for a little more adventurous people; Anime (Japanese cartoons). These are the things that have kept us alive over the past 40% of the decade (please note my clever use of percentages; thank you). All this apart, I remember a short little something that I had written about this place when I was in the first year, now when I go through it all, it comes across as an immature, brutal yet honest assessment of this college by a freshie. Man, I’ve lost my brutality. In this respect as a person I have matured beyond my years, but one statement in that little paragraph which holds so much truth even today was that JUIT offers unlimited pain in love, but suffering is optional, according to the management. As compared to many of my batch mates I have had absolutely no luck in love but this has given me a new outlook on life, HUM HONGE KAMYAAB, I’m hoping and someday I will succeed. There is a very popular line in technical circles, that engineering colleges have 2 types of people a. Mard and b.Non- Mard. Very much false I have seen so many pretty faces here that I thank god every day that I came to JUIT to study, thinking about it, this was said by Palash Sen(Euphoria), I also loved his joke about the barrier between boys and girls at Le fiestus ‘08 being a contraceptive. At least someone can see the humour in it otherwise all the people here take themselves too seriously. Talking about people taking themselves too seriously, recently the university was host to an art of living course which caused quite a stir in the normal lives of us hostellers with so much enthusiasm flowing I was being my typical and very magnificent, cynical and sarcastic best, to the point where I told a friend that you eat, you sleep, you breathe hence you live. True that I don’t really think that there is any art in living but this is again a symbol of the constant change that is happening I certainly could never have imagined that there would be any such sort of thing here. I have seen a lot in my time here, the highlights would be the freshers at our time which got delayed over and over again, all of the JIIT noida fest that I attended and won a lot, the pseudo strike in our 2^nd year, the 3^rdth year fight last year(not really proud of it), the placement time when we were so scared but pretended that we weren’t, and now in the 4 year wishing that I could relive it once more. To my juniors whom I have seen go from scared little things in their 1 year to self confident mature people and most of all friends which I know I have made for life, thanks to them this highlights package called a college life had so many ups and downs. A toast to my enemies whoever you might be, because my stature increases with the stature of my enemies may you live well. Now that I have said all of this, I’m really not a fan of talking without saying anything so I’ll just say, remember the part in the beginning of this article, that it won’t be about remembrance and blah blah blah, well folks I lied, deal with it. This article is called memories of nobody because nobody is perfect and I’m nobody. No actually it is called memories of nobody because they are not the memories of any one person they are memories of many and thus no one can claim them as their own so the memories of nobody dedicated to all who made them come true. Tearing your hair out, my mission here is done. To leave all of you I would quote a few lines from my favorite band u2 “all that you fashion, all that you make, all that you build, all that you break, all that you measure, all that you deal, all that you count on your fingers and all that you steal. Leave it behind you gotta leave it behind, walk on” and in the end you have to leave it behind and walk on. Love you all.