Memories are the gleam; they are the glittering stars of the sky. Memories infuse the feelings of the happiness and joy as well as sorrow. They have the power to take us to that imaginary wonderland where all our past becomes alive, and we forget about the surroundings. Whenever I glance at my past life, the time spent in my college or University, it always relates to those sweet and cherished memories, I cannot forget ever.
Life is a mystery we don’t know; what is it going to unfold for us next. It’s an illusion to realize, an ocean to sail, a race to win, a sentiment to feel and gable to play. Everybody has to pass through all these stages or situations. Now it depends upon the personality of the person that how much he accomplishes. The great purpose in it is ‘personality grooming’, the “character building” which an institute has to serve.
The most exhilarating experience was with the teachers I got the chance to interact with. They created a home-like environment. They were kind, loving and affectionate who always guided me. Their guidance has proved to be Virgina Woolf’s ‘lighthouse’ for me in practical life. Whenever I felt down, they were the ones to teach me that we can’t simply back off. We have to be there in life, and keep involved in its activity. It is only because of them that I often feel sensations sweet in the hours of weariness. I opted for English Literature, Psychology and Sociology in HSSC back in 2002. I also got the chance to be the part of Union Council throughout the four years of my stay at the college which also helped me to learn a lot about maintain discipline, leaning leadership traits and event management. I enjoyed being English Literary Society, which increased my close interaction with the senior teachers and I got in my bones, the true essence of Literature which is a thing of great honor.
The time spent with my friends in those days in unforgettable. We had no hypocrisy, no materialistic approach, no remorse and regrets. The only healthy competition between us was to get maximum marks in the examination. In those days, the problems concerned were the books, assignments and syllabus alone, not knowing that practical life will unfold such dramatic realities before us which neither syllabus nor handbooks taught. Standing at the railings, walking in the corridors, sitting on the stairs, discussions in the library and the lawn always filled my heart with pleasure. But the wings of time flew so quickly and we were left with sorrow. I still become nostalgic to remember all that. Oh! The memories!
