The Old Beaten Track!

I still remember my very first day in IIT. When I had walked in to a world so different I had never imagined that one day I would be associated with so many uniquely eccentric people - each one with his own amazing trait. It is indeed impossible to find such people out here in an alien world no matter how hard one tries. Or probably one does find them but is not ready to give them the same place in his heart as those people of yesteryears. And when one looks back in his deepest dreams at those wonder years it is not only these people who haunt him but even those trees, those rooms, that mess, that wonderful canteen of freshie time and then Raghu’s revolutionary canteen with its fried rice and stuff… What strikes me perhaps more than the others is this amazing “infinite” road (as I call it). This is the road which takes everyone everywhere. 8 walks on it and so do 5, 9, 12, 13 and my beloved 6. Silently it leads one to his destiny. Four years later it has made me travel miles across the plains and brought me here, to the war zone pepping me to fight with my hands tied and win. I really wonder how long I can survive the guile of this murky world. I do not claim to have learnt complex formulae or complex algorithms in IIT, neither have I truly learnt anything related to boilers or refrigerators but I have definitely imbibed in myself the typical “never give up” attitude and I am more than confident of reducing any such challenge to cipher.

Today when I think of this road I am vividly reminded of the beautiful yellow flowers adorning it in this month of Feb/March and of divine morning sunlight ushering in through the canopy of trees along it. It is one of my most cherished memories of IIT and is so invigorating that it rekindles the die-hard spirit in me.