July 20th, 2013 AD, will go down in history as one of the most important days of our lives at RVCE, not only because it was the convocation day for the batch of 2013 AD, but for a whole lot of other reasons. So, for perhaps the very last time, I beseech thee, reader, to sit down (if you aren’t already) and let me narrate to you a tale like none you’ve ever heard before…and let me warn you, before it’s too late, that this tale is longer than usual. So, get some popcorn, if necessary. If you’re one of those who is too lazy to read, then no worries! Feel free to just look at all the photos and collages in this article.
Let’s start at the very beginning – a very good place to start. On the evening of July 9th, 2013 AD, precisely when the clock struck 7, the students of RVCE CSE received the following mail (presented verbatim) from Loepo N, informing them about their forthcoming graduation ceremony:
The graduation ceremony for the 2013 graduating batch will be on 20th July, 2013. The function will start at 11 AM and will be in old sports complex (next to CSE Dept.). Students are required to register online compulsorily through the link given in rvce main website or click the link below-
Spot registration will not be allowed. Students need to register online within 18th July, 2013.
Any URL containing “rvce.edu.in” is enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine, after witnessing the (…what’s the word I’m looking for…) extraordinary experiences outlined in Selecting Global Electives in RVCE, The X-Files I and Pulp Fiction, and this was no exception to the rule. So, it was with utmost anxiety that students clicked this link to register, and believe it or not, for the first time in the history of RVCE (and humankind, if you will), the website actually loaded in a flash – was this an omen or something?
Anyway, just before registering, the foremost questions in most students’ minds were: “Whom should I invite? Should I inform my parents? Should I even attend?” Numerous introspections, “extrospections” and group discussions later, decisions were reached and registrations were completed. Now, all they had to do was bide their time till July 20th, and boy, did time whoosh by! And poof…before they knew it, July 20th had arrived!
Saturday, July 20, 2013 AD
It had rained the entire night, and the rain-bearing clouds overhead showed no signs of receding. It was in this beautiful (or perhaps gloomy, depending on how one chose to look at it) weather that I made my way to college, along with my parents, traveling along the route that I had frequented for four years in the college bus – nostalgic memories of the orchestra buses; the moments when they broke down; my bus mates; the drivers who would have been better off playing Need For Speed; the driver who was Khader Khan’s doppelganger; and a whole lot of other fun stuff I won’t bore you with, swooped into the dark recesses of my pre-occupied mind.
After weaving our way through heavy traffic and the innumerable potholes caused by the heavy rain on Mysore Road, and passing by Nayandahalli(which reminded me of the endless hours spent stuck in traffic at that junction over the years and the enlightening conversations that were initiated as a result of these jams; Lo and Behold! To my amazement, I found myself actually missing it – Yup! You read that right! What was happening to me?!) where, coming back to the present, we were stuck for a mere five minutes. After a journey that was a record 1 hour long, we realized that we had reached our destination when the grand entrance of RV College of Engineering loomed large through the veil of rain – the very same entrance through which I had passed around this time of the year, four years ago, with the intention of scrutinizing RVCE before I made one of the most significant decisions of my life.
Before we could drive through the main entrance, a security guard informed us to head to the other entrance beside the main canteen. So we changed our course, and as we headed there, I glanced at the shops opposite college and I saw:
- Laxmi Juice and Chats (no, that wasn’t a typo) – a place where Orange Solid turned to Orange Liquid quite swiftly(if you know what I mean), accompanied with chaats as well as chats;
- Atithi Point’s Ande Ka Funda – where one went to satiate one’s appetite with egg rolls and boiled eggs after every successful mass-bunk;
- The petty shops like Cool Corner, from where one purchased…uhmmm…petty items and Uncle Chips;
- Udupi Upahar – where rotis were considered to be a speciality, and when an alternative to canteen and/or hostel food was required.
- Hotel Dreamland – where one went, for obvious reasons. It is also remembered as the place where Nitya was asked to go during 8th Mile, 2010 AD in an infamous chat with our class e-mail ID – remember?😛;
- Charvi Global Tech – frequently visited during assignment and project submission time for…you guessed it…printouts, spiral binding, browsing and any other related stuff. One did not simply visit and return from this shop without having his/her pen drive infected with at least one virus.
- The 2 Xerox Centres – for when the Xerox Centre inside college was overflowing with students.
- Rolls corner – when Ande Ka Funda was too mainstream.
- Manjunatha Book Centre – when one was too lazy to purchase text books from Avenue Road or when one couldn’t find a book in the RVCE Library;
- Kadamba – often confused with a hotel of a similar name in Kengeri(RvceCse II’s hometown).
- Oh, and how can I forget the appalling clouds of smoke perennially floating around this area, all thanks to those who liked to throw their lives away.
Anyway, after this wave of nostalgia died down, I found myself whizzing past the “other” RVCE entrance, with the main canteen on my right, and the boulevard of broken dreams on my left. How can I ever forget the lunch breaks during which my friends and I used to “wait in line” (or more like push our way through human traffic to the counter) to buy food coupons (for Chinese, South Indian or North Indian delicacies) from the cashiers, and receive Chikkis or Eclairs as change? And wait…those panneer rolls that had no panneer? Priceless!
The rain had reduced to a slight drizzle now, and drops fell through the healthy green foliage on my left. The boulevard was just as it was when I had first stepped into it, years ago. It had retained its sweetness through the years and I remembered how, apart from being an alternate route to my department in the mornings, it had always provided momentary solitude to me when I had to gather my thoughts together.
Coming back to the present, we drove past the mechanical engineering department (and memories of my CAED labs in first-year flashed through my mind), straight past the IEM auditorium (where I had had my orientation programme on my first day of college and witnessed other programmes as well in my brief stint at RV) and the professional looking building with dark windows that housed the Biotech, MCA, ISE and IT departments (which I remember thanks to college fests, and also because this was where my class photograph was officially taken), after which we finally reached the designated parking area, which was, in fact, the normal parking stand for the college buses. Needless to say, the “orchestra” buses stood there, basking in all their glory.
After getting down from my vehicle, I was informed by my friend to add the Classroom Complex (CRC) as my next destination (which I did, subsequently), and all this was done via phone – speaking of mobile phones reminds me of those “Do not carry mobile phones to class or you will be suspended” rules, which necessitated the usage of lockers, but I won’t get into that since an article dedicated solely to these lockers, which were memorable in their own right, is already available here: Under Lock and Key. You’d be surprised at how simple lockers could be the source of so many memories.
I headed to the CRC to register and collect my graduation robe. I was already running late by 2 hours, but that was the least of my worries – being late to class many times had taught me to forget my worries. On reaching the CRC, I was hit by another wave of nostalgia – this was the venue of my internal tests during my first year of college, back when quizzes and tests weren’t combined; when quizzes were held late in the evenings. Suddenly, out of the blue, images of my younger self appeared out of nowhere. There I was, seated beside the CRC along with my classmates, all of us armed with as many as three textbooks and a notebook on our laps, attempting to cram as much as we could into our already-overloaded craniums, with only a few minutes left for the quiz to begin.After our time was up, we left our seats and headed to our respective venues to write our test. Did I mention the extra-hard backless benches on which we all had to sit while filling out our answer sheets with sensible and…uhmm…I think I’ll leave that to your imagination, reader! Oh, I almost forgot to mention that this was also the building that housed the Maths department which had its share of awesome and eccentric professors.
The vision disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, and I was pushed back to the present. I had to climb up two flights of stairs before I could enter the classroom containing my registration form, and who should I see but Loepo N, from Play Fair! He requested me to fill up a feedback form before I could obtain my graduation robe. I did so, and after depositing 500 bucks as collateral, I was presented with a robe, a folder containing some documents which I didn’t investigate until after the day was done and a memento, which turned out to be a peculiar kind of clock that gave a whole new meaning to the word “quaint”.
Following this, I retraced my steps back to the ground floor and stumbled upon a counter. On enquiring, I found out that every graduating student had to pay Rs. 100 if he/she wished to have his/her photo taken while receiving his/her Provisional Degree Certificate (or PDC, as it was fondly called). And no – unauthorized photographers were forbidden from clicking photos for reasons unbeknownst to all but the powers that be.
After paying this ransom, I departed from the CRC and whom should I bump into but RM (Radio Mirchi), whose detailed description can be found here: RM’s Proverbs. He established eye contact with his penetrating gaze, smiled and nodded his head at me, and just as I thought he would say, “Good morning, it is”, he vanished into thin air. Did I just hallucinate?
I closed my eyes for a minute, cleared my mind and then continued walking forward, my next destination being the field beside the old sports complex. I turned left near the Electronics department (which I remember visiting in my 2nd semester, to have a rendezvous with AK47 from AK47’s Proverbs), moved straight ahead and just as I was about to turn right at the next junction, I caught a glimpse of the Admin Block on the left – the block which will always be associated with green and white challans that were used for anything bearing even a remote relation to any sort of fees; patient and impatient clerks; the placement cell and its members within; the principal’s office and the extraordinary experience recounted in Anatomy of a Final-Year Project; Rambo and the Squeaky One from Pulp Fiction; bonafide letters; college bus routes. I could actually visualize myself running around with a challan in one hand and a pen in the other, pausing to fill up the challan as if it was an imposition to be completed, and then, heading to the ING Vysya bank to pay the fees beneath the scorching summer sun, after getting the challan Xeroxed three or four times. Oh! Those were the days! Remember how the authorities brought about a drastic improvement in the process of paying examination fees after this article was published – The Jinkchak Survival Guide to Paying Examination Fees in RVCE? Well, this was definitely one occasion that this blog proved its worth, if I may say so myself.
Anyway, I’m drifting. Where was I? Oh, yes! I was on my way to the field beside the Old Sports Complex. I continued to tread my way down the road leading to my department, viz., the CSE department – the place in which I had spent a major portion of my college life. Rushing to my classroom on so many occasions, only to find out that a mass bunk was being initiated, mostly by the hostel people (who would rather sleep than attend classes) followed by the act of convincing other students to participate in the mass bunk through group discussions and/or bribes right outside the department – I think I’ll save myself the trouble of recounting every event that took place during a mass-bunk by redirecting you to these links: A Moment To Remember : Mass Bunk, Mass Bunk: A Moment to Forget? and Play Fair. When students weren’t (mass-) bunking, they were sitting in their classrooms, listening to lectures, which were unique in their own right, proved by the umpteen number of Proverbs that flowed from teachers to students (and vice-versa, once in a blue moon), and recorded in the Jinkchak Hall of Fame (or, in other words, in the many posts contained in this blog, especially the End-Of-Semester Articles like 11/1/11– The End….or is this just the beginning?, 27/5/11: On Stranger Tides, The Semester That Wasn’t, Oblivion, The Penultimate Semester Anthology and The Ultimate Semester) for posterity. Just so you know, these Proverbs gave us a way to remember our lecturers and was never intended to harm anyone.
The number of cherishable moments in class is too damn high to recall. Sleeping, eating, sleeping, watching movies, sleeping, having philosophical discussions, sleeping, listening to music, sleeping, taking photos, acting as audience to unforeseen debates between teachers and the debating guy of our class, and last but not least, sometimes actually listening to lectures either to collect more proverbs or to understand the subject (when the lecturer happened to be one who made the subject so much more interesting than the aforementioned activities, like the professor here: Rashtreeya Vidyalaya College of Engineering: Who is your favorite lecturer at RVCE? And why?) were some of the extra-curricular activities performed within the four walls of every classroom that we graced with our presence, semester after semester. And how we Played Dangerous Pranks during PDPs – PDP Trilogy!
Did I mention sleeping? Well, I guess I did. Most of us used to spend evenings and nights doing other stuff. Some watched movies or TV shows (which were the rage back then, and, as of now, still is); others preferred to chat with friends or play games all night long; still others preferred to utilize this time to study stuff related and unrelated to college work. So, in essence, what I’m trying to say is: Many students preferred to sleep in class during the day rather than at home during the night. But wait…I’m going off-topic here. So, allow me to return.
This department had also stood witness to god-only-knows how many seminars and projects, not to mention the innumerable tests we wrote and the ingenious methods that students came up with to increase the probability of getting better grades because they believed that “one did not simply study for a test”. And how can I ever forget the labs and attenders like Rajinikanth and his characteristic twist-neck-pull-shirt move? Data Sheets, Project Work, labs, lab externals –the entire jingbang has been covered in Yours Sincerely, Data Sheet – Alpha, Does the word “Turbo” ring a bell? and “Oye! Extra Data Sheet Hai Kya?”, so I won’t delve on this oh-so-memorable topic any further.
The RVCE CSE department – who would have thought that just a glance at one building could invoke so many memories? Alright! Alright! Forgive me for drifting away from the convocation – Curse me all you like, but know that I just couldn’t help myself. I apologize!
Coming back to the present, I found my classmates standing in front of my department. Photo sessions ensued and many minutes later, we all opened the packages we had obtained from the CRC and attired ourselves with our rented graduation robes. Needless to say, photo sessions ensued again.
Once we were through with the aforementioned activities, we shifted our sights to the huge marquee situated in the middle of the field (where we used to go to have lunch so many years ago, after which we used to head to the old sports complex to play Carrom, Badminton or TT). It began to drizzle. We quickened our pace and entered the marquee, where we were directed towards our seats – it turned out that seats had been allocated for every graduating student, department-wise, with slips of paper containing our names, plastered to our chairs. Parents and other well-wishers occupied the chairs further away from the stage, while we found ourselves closer to the stage. Rows of empty chairs could be seen on the stage, which was lined on both sides with two big-screens, the outputs of which were being generated by the professional video-cameras situated in the middle of the aisle leading to the stage.
The Master of Ceremonies for this extraordinary event turned out to be none other than _________, who was attired in a blue robe due to which one good soul remarked that he bore a striking resemblance to the antagonist of the Austin Powers film series. As expected, the Chief Guest was late. So, the MC made it a point to come to the dais every two minutes and make an announcement that was along the following lines: “Students are requested to take their seats within the next 2 minutes, after which the entrance will be sealed. The program will begin in 10 minutes.” No matter how much time elapsed, one thing was certain – “The program will begin in 10 minutes”. Why seal the gates of Mordor when the chief guest himself hadn’t arrived? Who did he think he was? Gandalf, saying “Thou shalt not pass”? Jeez!
Anyway, half an hour later, when the clock struck 10:30 PM IST, the chief guest arrived and the program began, initiated with a brief procession organized by the NCC Club, followed by a song sung by the CAT Team. The dignitaries occupied the seats placed on the stage, and a series of speeches ensued. Most of the speeches contained some advice, although I fail to recall who said what. The moment memory chooses to serve me right, I will fill up this section with the advice. Needless to say, the folks who used to sleep in class during lectures, showed no aversion to doing the same even now.
At around 12:30 PM or 1 PM, the moment we, the graduating students, had all been waiting for, finally arrived. The award-distribution session began with the outstanding students of each department being awarded with gold medals, and as it turned out, the outstanding student among all the outstanding students was 1RV09CS043 from RVCE CSE, who received a standing ovation from students of his department.
After this, every graduating student went on-stage, one by one, department-wise, preceded by their department’s rank-holders, to collect his/her provisional degree certificate (or PDC, as it was fondly called) from the treasurer and have his/her photo clicked by the professional photographer whose services he/she had reluctantly paid for, a few hours earlier.
It was during this time that it began raining cats and dogs, rather intermittently with a light shower every few minutes followed by heavy downpour every few seconds – the wrath of the gods was being witnessed first-hand. Even the roof of the marquee failed to withstand the “challenge”, as the MC chose to call it while making an unnecessary comment on the dais, which went something like “Looks like the rain is challenging us! Hehehe!” What happened to the roof, you ask? Well, rain water began pouring (and by that, I don’t mean like drops of water trickling down. It was as if a pipe had burst somewhere) in through numerous spots in the roof, as shown in the video, but the show still went on – A classic example of never giving up even in the face of adversity. If one wished to have a shower, albeit a cold one, there couldn’t have been a better moment.
In the midst of this entire hullabaloo, one of the resident-dogs of RVCE chose to grace this delightful occasion with his presence. He appeared out of nowhere and trotted down the aisle towards the stage, and just when everyone thought he would climb up the stairs and turn into a photo-bomber, he took a right turn, went underneath some chairs and disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.
Anyway, after all of us had obtained our PDCs from the hands of one of the dignitaries, it was time for us to take the students’ oath, which we had to recite out loud, contrary to the rumors that had us believe we had to write it in blood, just like Tom Sawyer and his friends…ok…I was just kidding. I’ll save myself the trouble of articulating the proceedings of the oath-taking session, by showing you a video.
As is customary, once we were all sworn in, we threw our hats into the air. One guy was so overwhelmed by what he had just been through that he threw his hat in a direction that wasn’t vertically upwards. Needless to say, his hat was (not well) received by another poor soul standing way behind.
Following this, an announcement over the loudspeaker informed us that the program had come to an end and lunch was available in the Cauvery and Diamond Jubilee hostel blocks. No sooner was this announcement made than Loepo N and his gang appeared out of thin air, requested us to hand over our robes and depart. We did so, but right after we took our time posing for photographs – after all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. When I handed over my robe and hat, Loepo N put a tick mark against my name in the register he possessed in his hand, after which he handed me an envelope. “Is this a farewell gift?” I asked myself. I examined the contents of the envelope and deduced that it contained Rs. 350. “Wow!” said I, to nobody in particular. It was only five minutes later that I, like the tubelight I was, realized that this was a portion of the money I had handed to Loepo N earlier that day, as collateral for the robe. *Sigh. Why am I such a dufus?*
Funnily enough, it was raining no longer. My friends and I headed to the Diamond Jubilee hostel to satisfy our growing hunger – Sheesh! It was already 2:30 PM, and we hadn’t eaten yet.
And boy, was it a long walk! We passed by the RVCE Cooperative Society, which brought back memories of standing in long queues, trying to purchase data sheets, lab records, CAED books, RVCE notebooks (that weren’t as great as the Classmate notebooks that contained bits and pieces of useful and useless information that we used to read and/or modify during boring lectures), glue sticks (and blue books for internals, back in 1st and 2nd years) at the last moment. And Casio 991 MS? How can I forget?
Directly opposite the Cooperative Society stood the mini-canteen, and I wouldn’t be doing it justice if I didn’t mention the loads of memories that popped into my mind at that very moment. Sure, we all used to complain about the exorbitant pricing and the weird recipes that the owners used to come up with, but how can we ever forget the concoctions made by combining, in various quantities, buns, cutlets, samosas, cheese, chips and noodles; and Chinese samosa to top it all (which, for your kind information, happened to be a great big flop). I mean, even McDonald’s could have picked up a few tips from these guys! Mug-noodles, cup-noodles – you name it, they had it (and just in case they didn’t, the owners had a great knack of “cooking up” something). Bun-Cheese-Chips-Samosa?? Where have you even come across such a thing? But, truth be told, this was a hot favourite among the wild life of RVCE too, namely the dogs and monkeys who lived within our campus. There were even a few occasions when parrots chose to visit this zone. The mini-canteen was a great feasting ground where humans and animals came to meet at various times of the day. Rumour has it that eating was only a secondary objective for some people who visited the mini-canteen, their primary objective being…uhmmm…we won’t get into that, shall we? Oh…sauce! Seriously! Don’t even get me started about the number of times we had to search for that pesky sauce bottle – many times, the search turned into a sort of treasure hunt. Ice-Cream Candies during the summer – nothing could ever come close to beating that. Being close to the CSE department, the mini-canteen was a good place to replenish our classroom reserves with eatables just before a lecture began.
A little way down the road in front of the mini-canteen, you can spot RVCE’s Library and Information Centre. Home to a number of books (which, unfortunately for me, didn’t include novels), this was a place we visited a few days before exams to…you guessed it…borrow books when we hadn’t purchased them yet, or when the said books weren’t to be found elsewhere on the planet. During those times when a book was hard to find in any shop, one of us would borrow a copy from the library (or elsewhere) and we would go to the adjoining Xerox Centre (below the browsing centre, which I’ll get to in a little while) and make hundreds of copies for every Tom, Dick and Harry in our class. And it wasn’t only our department that did this. Others did it too. Rumour has it that at the rate at which items were Xeroxed from morning to night on all days except Sundays, the owners of the Xerox shop would have more knowledge about textbooks than any engineering student of RVCE. Woah!!
Remember the browsing centre I mentioned a few sentences earlier? Well, many may not have visited it due to the ultra-low internet speeds and prehistoric computers (filled with viruses) within its walls, but there existed a time when we actually did visit it, albeit infrequently, back in 2009 and 2010, before the proliferation of smartphones (in RVCE, at least). I’m sure it will always be remembered by my friends and me, for the brilliant and absolutely crazy conversation we had with one of our classmates, using the recently-formed class email-ID that was, unlawfully, taken over by said group to, among other things, have fun and control the world of RVCE. Those who were part of that conversation will remember the association with Hotel Dreamland. Things change, and so did the staircase connecting the Xerox centre and the browsing centre, for, you see, the top (not the bottom) of the staircase was blocked with a WALL, for reasons still unknown.
From the Xerox Centre, one can get a good view of the Chemical Engineering department, which also houses the Physics and Chemistry departments – home to memories of experiments (especially the titration experiments) in first year, where even a slight error in measurement meant redoing the entire experiment again. Jinkchak – the nickname of a wonderful teacher after whom this very blog was named – used to belong to the Chemistry department. RM – the psychologicochemistry teacher too. And how can I forget the English classes of first year, held in the basement of that building? Oh my! I do miss those days! But wait…I ain’t finished yet.
So, coming back to the Present (I know, I know…This is about the 10th time I’ve come back, but please bear with me), my friends and I continued walking towards the Golden Jubilee hostel – the same hostel where we had had our first breakfast on Inauguration Day, Sunday, August 30th, 2009 AD – our very first step into a life of Engineering.
On our way, we passed by the football field and the tennis court. The now empty and barren field was always occupied during college fests. I remember one occasion when DH (our BME teacher made a rather feeble attempt at playing cricket) and many other teachers played cricket, which was highly commendable.
Being a day scholar, hostels, to me, were always shrouded in a cloud of mystery, but one of my friends – Hote, to be more specific – helped clear that cloud, starting from the the Diamond Jubilee block to the Chamundi Block and finally, to the MV block. And the things we found on his laptop and what we did to his laptop – well, that’s a story for another time.
Returning to the Present, we all made our way to the hostel, stood in the ever-growing queue of students and parents, and eventually had our lunch, followed by a bout of unlimited ice-creams and bananas. Once all our hunger was wholly or partially satisfied, we headed outside only to be greeted with more rainfall – yes, the clouds had awoken once again. Lingering around the hostel’s entrance, with nothing else to do, we began conversing with every person we chanced to meet, and the most common enquiry of the day was “When are you joining?” and if one answered in the affirmative, then “How’s work?” would be the very next question – Well, that escalated pretty quickly! Some were awestruck by those who still had one month left before beginning work. Deep discussions ensued in the midst of photo sessions, which I apologize for not mentioning earlier, began as soon as it had started raining again.
Anyway, once this business was finished, we bid farewell to whomever we chanced to meet, including the dogs of RVCE – seriously! They never ceased to amaze me, especially that one time when a white dog’s legs had been dipped in something that resembled black ink. For the next two weeks, many of us thought that this dog was “suffering” from a genetic ailment. We found three dogs, lying peacefully, on the seat of the RVCE Garbage-collecting electric vehicle. No sooner had I taken out my camera to capture the scene than two of them woke up from their slumber and scurried away from the impending danger. The newly-acquired space due to the two dogs’ departure provided ample opportunity for one fellow (who goes by the name of Troy) to display his courage to all bystanders by sitting next to the sleeping dog, who wasn’t sleeping any longer, thanks to this entire hullabaloo.
When the rain ceased, few headed home after bidding tearful goodbyes while others went out to celebrate. Some went to Gopalan Arcade near R.R.Nagar’s arch, which was our place of celebration at the end of any exam season. I still remember how we had a tradition of watching movies at the end of every semester, till 3rd year. Kites; Pirates of the Carribean; No one killed Jessica; Mission Impossible 4; and Race 2 among others. That was so long ago… Deciding whether to go to McDonald’s or KFC without making the veggies feel left out; Univercell – where we used to window-shop and never buy anything; Scary House – although it didn’t stand the test of time, it does bring back some fond and “loud” memories; the millions of times we used to just randomly walk about from floor to floor; the Snooker table on the topmost floor; GoPub – which had arrived only a few months ago. Well, some folks visited it on the evening of July 20th. Rumour has it that some guy was in such an inebriated state that he mistook sweet corn vegetable soup for payasam. Someone else decided to practice chemistry one last time, and mixed lemons, beer and sweet corn vegetable soup in one glass, and gave it to this drunk guy who drank it with no recognition at all, until someone informed him of its ingredients. The lemon guy from The End is Nigh, fondly known as Tony Stark, decided to get drunk on Pepsi in KFC instead of joining the party here.
All in all, it was a great ending to a brilliant episode of our lives – not just this day! No! This was the end of a grand era of 4 years (or more) that we had all crossed together, with unforgettable friendships made over the years and experiences of a lifetime never to be forgotten, forever etched in the sands of time – Oh! Tell me how I can ever forget them!
It was growing dark now. Super Mario and I caught a bus to Majestic, and as I gazed out the window beside my seat, I noticed the clouds gathering together, ready to burst at any moment – symbolic, ain’t it? I looked up at the starless sky above, and then it struck me – our memories too lay in the cloud. No, seriously! It lay in the cloud, only on jinkchak.wordpress.com – A blog created to satisfy a whim of mine, way back on April 30, 2010 AD. I never knew it would turn into a repository for all our (yes, our, not mine alone) memories collected during our tenure in RVCE, and this, my friends, is my gift to you all. When it was first conceived, I never imagined it would grow so big with around 90 posts. My sincere thanks go out to those who supported me in all my endeavours, especially you, reader. I am also grateful to Namma Field (you know who you are) as well as the guest authors such as “The Old aka New Godfather”, Isaac Asimov, John Grisham, Robin Cook, Super Mario, The Boss, Happy-Happy Boy and “You-Know-Who” (all these are aliases, of course). I must not fail to thank the good Samaritan who created our class email-ID: firstname.lastname@example.org – It was put to good use.
Well, the time for me to acknowledge that the end is here, has finally arrived. All that’s left of RVCE are just memories. Time machines still don’t exist, but as long as the cloud exists, we’ll always have a way to relive some of those memories (just like the pensieve from Harry Potter’s universe), even when time takes us far far away from the Present, which it definitely will, as we embark on new voyages to unknown places. Cheers to the good ol’ days, frozen with words, photos and videos!
“Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re a fresher, the next day you’re an alumnus. But the memories of college life stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a class, a building, like a lot of buildings. A class like a lot of other classes. On a road like a lot of other roads. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back…with wonder.” – Kevin Arnold (this quote has been modified slightly)
Goodbye, Class of 2013. I’m really going to miss you all. I know this post was extremely long, but I just couldn’t help it – and even after all this, there’s so much that I’ve left out. The good times; the bad times; even the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious times; the lessons of life that I learned; the staff of RVCE; the people I met; the friends I made; the memorable incidents and everything else that I learned along the way – I’ll never ever forget.
Coming back to the Present, I had reached the Majestic bus-stand by now. I got down at Platform No. 19 (no three-quarters here), and it was here that I realized my journey had come to an end where it had begun a long time ago! Here I was, a person different from the one I was, four years ago! It was at this time that I decided to pen the article you are reading right now. It’s been a fascinating and magical voyage indeed, and one I’ll never ever forget.
So, I guess this is it, isn’t it? My tale has come to an end. Thank you for staying for so long. This is me…yeah ME! signing off from Jinkchak…It’s been a pleasure knowing you all, and I have had the time of my life writing articles for The Jinkchak Blog.
Here’s to the new memories we will create as we find our way through the different paths we have chosen…
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