The Monday sun fell about the brick path before me:
I haven’t slept since three days.2008 july it was.Was nervous in dilemma can’t take the adrenaline rush anymore.20 days after my councelling I learnt that I am going to get admitted in IIT Kharagpur.It has been my wildest dream,fantasy,goal,nightmare any word you can describe it with will be absolutely less.Ofcourse, like every other IIT aspirant I had a lot of inhibitions, dreams,expectations and a pretty gigantic imaginary picture of what IIT and its life would look like. That thought made me relentlessly conscious.But after my visit to IIT-M in the counselling sessions and with a sheer interaction with alumini(passouts) of IIT KGP it was not an utter surprise though. IIT KGP looked very much greener and environmentally sophistic compared to IIT-M, more like a place inside city than the latter.In IIT-M all you can see are falling trees and animals here and there ,if you don’t know i will tell you it is a national park segment converted into university.It has this lavish look about it compared to IIT KGP,my college is more like a part of village with rusty old buildings and 70% tree cover.But that is what made it more idiosyncratic from other IITS. However apart from the structure and the campus there was different atmosphere to the one I had imagined.Coming from south indian brackground and an orthodox family here its more like a heaven with a fairy providing everything you wish. The first was the climate,it has it extremeties but trust me it makes you feel like you are the only one in this world.Those chilling breezes,with moisture in air. The air was breezy and had a stillness about it even though it was July.
When the first day of college happens :
Then again after my registration,i was alloted a room in a government type building which i refer as my hostel now.And even though as we are freshers we were lucky to be assigned the new hostel rather than the other one.The feeling I got was common home was so much better with atleast almost neat water closets and sanitary ware.. This is not the place I would live for the next 4 years as a reward for passing the toughest exam of engineering in the country i thought. It gave me the sick feeling,and the worst part of it is my room,its a three seater with two north indians and the only way to communicate with them is my half understandable english adding my tamil accent.Nothing too big about it but it overwhelms you in those moments because from then now its only you who is going to survive your life.It is more like a license to your upcoming life.I was asked to get snacks from mess and let my father know how it tastes.So,I went to mess and the next thing I can do was observing the seniors lined up for snacks as in chetan bhagat’s melodramatic not possible novels. The image I had in my mind of the seniors was the ones who I had seen clearing JEE from Andhra pradesh and it was very small number till then. The image of seniors was they would be people like me some a bit smarter and a larger chunk the studious, nerd kind ofs with geeky spectacles on and drooling over books. But little did I realize it was the other way around. IITians were smarter,sexier, better looking and were just “normal” people with tons of attitude,not a single but all of them are the same. Some quiet, some creepy, some good looking, some not so, some dumb, some arrogant, some polite, some not bothered but they all have this charm about themselves.They seemed to be unique for me in one way or the other. The feeling was mutual among all the freshers. We were like parrots who just came out of thier cages.In the first week, I remember discussing with many how their seniors were so much more smart,and with which guy they hook up each year,how much cgpa they has,and what are the things they write in cv(resume), talented and brilliant than they expected. It was depressing in one sense because every IIT fresher is on a “high” getting into IIT and expects the future life to be less challenging than past and they keep hoping that at one point they will turn out the same as thier seniors are now,but only the fact people like me feel a little inferior coming from almost not so urban level commodity. And that’s when the feeling of being the one you look down upon dawns on you and you try the best to get evryone’s attention.
Dont compare your beginning to other person’s middle:
Few weeks later,asusual according to the institution or better say senior batch rules,ragging starts in the form of interactive sessions. One of our seniors said in the initial few meetings of the batch that she can get a better guy in the institute in any field that we choose we think we are best at be it any sport, cultural activity or any subject. And it was true. Unless you are one of those national players etc etc which 99% are not, there’s always a senior in the first year who does stuff better than you.The interactive sessions are the best part though all they do is bark,shout and rag you.But it makes you have moments to laugh at after becoming a senior yourself and also it makes you learn manythings.Seniors are the best part in IIT,they act as Advisors,mentors and always comes to rescue no matter how bad you treat them. The reason being in IIT gives you so much opportunities to hone your skills in your areas of interest that people become better and better at it while their stay at IIT.Its like a personality devolopment programme with graduation included.It teaches you every aspect of life,solutions to problems you face and exposes you to outer world. Its a place in a sense which helps you grow as a independent person too. Its not something to brag about but culture at IIT helps in developing personalities only if you know how to let it control your instincts.
And that’s how it all happened :
So well,coming back to that first day – My one roommate is from Orissa and the other from Nagpur,they were good and one of them is still my closest friend and we have a lot of things going between us.And today,I am a 3rd year undergraduate of IIT Kgp,with a cgpa of 6.78(i know its not something to brag about,neither to be ashamed of) working on vfx and animation(things i always had a liking for) single,happy-go-lucky mode,independent and matured one.
Remembering my first day,its a day of a lot of feelings going on inside and its a day which gives you a lot to think about. My day was one of realization and coming to terms with reality which was quite different from imagination. And also one of those which makes me think how unaware I was.and thanks to my college it made me what I am today.340 Views