2 days

Finally done with the TC and course certificate formalities. Sadly we've to surrender our ID cards. I wonder why we are not allowed to keep it even after being punched brutally through the middle. I went around the department and college and took photos of the classes we sat in the 4 years.

First year: we were on top of everything, including the Principal. Spacious enough to play cricket. And the fact that there were always the S8 comscis to drop blame on any noise we made helped a lot.


Second year: This is for me the best class in the whole college. With a great view into paths to Archi, Civil and Electrical departments, the class had windows to three directions. It also had a natural seating place outside where we used to sit chatting, listening to music or just have a look outside.


Third year: Got to say, horrible class to sit in.. with birds for company (the real ones). That resulted in us sitting out most of the time.


Final year: Lots of beautiful memories to cherish in this class.


Now that I've told about today, here's something about which I planned to write yesterday. I'd been cleaning the room some time yesterday. Still haven't given the room any name. It's like some place where everything gets dumped and seldom comes out. Once in a year I'm allotted to perform the ritual of arranging things in it. 2-3 hours into the job I've not gotten anywhere. This is the progress:

Work Done ................................................................Work Undone


The best part of cleaning up the room is there's so much stuff in there that could tell a story. I found my relics from school and college.. The Loyolite, the magi memento, the candle we held on our school farewell, slam book, stuff from LaFest.. Entering college, the pieces of glass from the last day incident of our first year tour, the piece of wire that held our mini project together, robotics (too much stuff to name any), my notes (few and far between), and the precious few gifts and cards I got through my school and college years. Always gets a feel that I've moved on after spending some time there..

Update from 2 more days later:
The room has assumed a better situation now. I've managed to pack/dump robotics stuff into boxes. The large box below holds irrecoverable junk and those smaller ones atop contains useful things. The irrecoverable junk holds more value in our hearts than the other one.