The best days of my life

Being an engineering student may not be the most challenging job in the world but it certainly is no piece of cake… except momentarily on birthday parties where a poor chap is punished, sharp at midnight, for being born, which was not even his fault.

Well let me not divert from the topic. The emotional era, composed of one-liners like “mera beta engineer banega” are long lost. Parents have become broadminded and the children, they certainly know how to live. Engineering college life, the transition phase in one’s life, is characterized by such degree of turbulence that it takes four years to reach the equilibrium state. It’s like the sluice gates of the dam, which your parents built, have suddenly burst open and your life’s flooded with concepts like independence and freedom. There are actually thousands of other concepts that escape the same gate, concepts that external agencies commonly known as professors try to instil into your life. But these are such bouncers which only the most skilled of the players can attempt to play. Those players who at the end of it all are called by the rest, with respect and pride and a li’l “:P”, as “the 9 pointers”. All credit to those guys any ways for having worked like hell, quite literally. 

For an engineering student, tensions are many and pressure equally huge. Grades, assignments, lectures at one end to friends, not so friends, and girlfriends on the other, handling the glamor of college life is certainly way difficult than what Farah Khan and Shahrukh thought. But the reason you never hear a true engineering student complain is that the opportunities that you get are infinitely many, which more than compensate for all the pain in the arse. Forget about academics (if you just did that, I’m surprised you had it in your mind in the first place), what people carry out of colleges is far more valuable than tonnes of formulae and equations. All the li’l moments in the cafeteria, the queue in the mess, the chalk fight in the classrooms, the late submissions following a mass copying campaign, the fests, the tours, the celebrations, and most specially the uncountable eternal bonds that form automatically. May be that's the reason that people get emotional when the journey comes to an end. May be that’s the reason that I am scared to think of the fact that there’s just one more semester. May be that's the reason why these four years are the best days of one’s life.

These years as an engineering student might not make me a good engineer, but will certainly have transformed me into someone who is ending his student life as a Man ready to face the world on his own terms. And that’s why I respect these years of my college life and I always will.

P.S.: wondering who's a “true engineering student”? Refer to the post on "What I don’t want to be". Agey toh aap samajhdaar ho hi!!