After a memorable first year at an Engineering College, I penned down all my experiences; friends, crush, seniors, a two day tech fest, and more importantly, cursed my lecturers for their indifference towards students like myself.
It was during the initial days of college,
I was filled with determination and courage.
I had the zeal to succeed,
And the desire to achieve.
I made new friends, and met new people,
Each with a completely different principle.
But the only thing that made me love the college,
Was the girl I saw, dressed in dull orange.
Everything was fine, I thought.
But, then, from the class I was asked to get out.
The period was English,
The subject that I most relish.
This habit became regular,
Hence to college, I became irregular.
It seemed ridiculous and annoying,
Being sent out for improper dressing!!
Fortunately, I had found some company.
Sweet friends! They were always with me.
Each time we were punished,
Our bonding had by tenfold increased.
As we were sitting in the classroom, one fine day,
We were asked to submit the assignments next Tuesday.
Writing an imposition for twenty times,
We thought would definitely bend our spines.
Time and again, we postponed it,
Week after week, we never looked at it.
Reason after reason, we avoided it.
And for all this, we were in the class, denied to sit.
We wished we could be some amongst the many,
Sincere, obedient and a teacher’s honey.
Always listening and never back answering,
Studious, serious and never ever talking.
We were determined for some days,
And we shifted from our BACK-BENCH place.
The Internals were round the corner,
And we hustled past the subjects one after another.
Kirchchoff’s Laws, the Magnetic dipoles,
And EDC which is so full of holes.
Cubic structure and the memory allocation,
And then of course the partial differentiation.
Then, for the first time, our seniors came to our classes,
Seeking our help to make ABHIYANTA a grand success.
They were sweet and caring, soft and understanding,
But deep in our hearts, there was a fear of ragging.
It was then time for the SEEE sports,
And with seniors, those silly retorts.
We were taught Winning and losing are a part of the game,
BUT RESPECTING SENIORS SHOULD BE OUR ULTIMATE AIM.
My experiences as a freshman are sweet and bitter,
And there are a countless things to remember.
Thank You, dear professors, for the boundless care,
Without your guidance, we would reach nowhere.
Student life is like a ship in the ocean,
Facing the storms, we should sail in the right direction.
Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears,
We should reach the final destination, “BECOME SUCCESFUL ENGINEERS.”