Down memory lane...

One year already! A wonderful year in all its scintillating freshness! I'm finding it hard to believe it actually is a whole 12 months past the last I saw of school! 


It was the summer of '10 when we bade farewell to our home for 14 years, a warm place called Chinmaya Vidyalaya! Our school! I remember when I first stepped onto its threshold. The first thing to catch my eye- the magnificent idol of Lord Krishna, soothing my sense of frightened awe at the new place. The next thing I knew- I was making friends, lots of them. All my fear evaporated, an unknown enthusiasm kicking in.... And it has been an epic journey ever since. The days of innocent joy were many, but as the time passed, we slowly grew into the mould created for us! Everything about that place makes me pride myself to have come out of there! But, those sprightly days weren't to last forever, like it had seemed... we hit the dawn of '10! With it, came our board exams, various entrance exams, and inevitable responsibilities. The carefree days had finally come to an end. We had turned adults!


Over the years, we had carved a niche for ourselves, created our identity as individuals... We were entering the world of the higher order! College is a nice place to be in. We make a lot of friends in here, but none as close to our heart as the ones we make back in school! One has all the fun and frolic, unheard of in school, but with a healthy dose of professionalism, expected in a course like engineering( I can speak about engg. alone, because that is my course). No more is there a one-on-one relationship between a teacher(prof. in this case! ) and a student. No more is the teacher's word an assuring sound, it rather is a cacophony or a lullaby! Here I quote Anglo-American poet Wystan Hugh Auden:
                    "A Professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep!"


This transition from school to college is by far one of the heaviest on one's heart! The school days leave but just memories, forever etched upon the heart! Oh, what would I not give to fly myself back to the time I was just an innocent kid, walking down the school lane....


We do not remember days; we remember moments..
~Cesare Pavese




Yours truly...
Praneeth 'bunny' Madhira