Sayonara


‘Dream. And your Dreams will Come True…’

Everybody has reveries: dreams about the distant future, near future and a thousand other things. The disappointing results of my senior year and the still unnerving mark of JEE shattered many a dream of mine. Yet the hopes of getting admission in my “dream college” were far from getting extinguished. While attending the selection process for minority students, my dream was getting soured with each candidate choosing their college of choice. XIE was a disappointing distant choice as I never wanted to get admission through any quota.

I remember walking out with my parents after my admission to the Xavier Institute of Engineering through minority quota, when reverend Fr. John Rose called out to us and told me not to be disappointed and that I should work hard and make my parents proud for they have sweated out their hard earned money for my education. It has almost been four years since that day but I can’t recall any occasion when my parents showed any disappointment in me.

I had only heard about XIE when a few school friends spoke about some far off engineering college that existed next to St. Michael’s Church in Mahim. Today I spend an average of almost four hours daily, travelling to and fro from college, sometimes physically hurting but always energetic. As tiring as it may be, I’d still say XIE has been one of the best experiences of my life.

Meeting plenty of like-minded individuals and being nurtured by a hardworking and kind staff, I’ve grown from being a first year floundering Junior to being a final year exemplary Senior. Building relationships – be it with students (juniors or seniors), professors or with non-teaching staff – played a huge role in XIE as much as being engrossed in books did. It isn’t important how many of the relationships lasted or got lost but what mattered was how it shaped us to become what we are.

What many colleges fail to understand is the importance of nurturing the growth of students from their own comfort zones without burdening them with excessive stress by pressurizing them to fit pre-fixed moulds. At the same time it is necessary to ensure that students don’t take the Institute for granted. XIE created such an atmosphere for me that I could manage to keep calm and focused on my goals in tune with my abilities without letting lethargy overtake me, thereby bringing the best out of me.

Those long lasting moments of friendship, attending routine lectures to bunking a few, holding serious as well as funny conversations in the canteen, cheering and playing games at the ground, the never ending submissions and viva phase, loud and bright festive events and activities, fun filled picnics, post exam stress to nail biting result days are memories that I will cherish for life.

True, my dream wasn’t fulfilled in terms of getting admission in the college of my choice, but all my dreams came true exponentially in terms of what I wanted to achieve during my college life.

A Reverie


She sprawled on her bed, unstable and disturbed. She was sleepy yet she didn’t want to sleep. She observed a flash of light. It was morning and she stood up wide awake, ready to leave for college.

Her mesmerizing smile catches her eye. Lost in the beauty of her innocence, she stares at this petite face and wonders, “what made me so mad at her?” She grabs her arm and drags her along as she ran toward the train. She ran behind her, listening to her sweet voice. Both stepped one foot forward, held the pole and in a rush entered it. They started to laugh in excitement like they’re kids. “Never been so happy being with her” she thought to herself, still pondering why this face was making her happy yet so ashamed.

When the clock hit eight, the train halted with a jerk. She stopped daydreaming and looked around. No one moved and nor could she hear them speak. That face she had been watching disappeared. All kinds of mixed emotions flew through her head. She tried to talk but her lips were slumped and felt too heavy to move. As she raised her hand to pat her face, her head started to spin and she felt a twitching pain. She thought she was dead. She fell unconscious and was blacked out.

Few minutes later, she rolled her eyes and opened them slowly. She was cold though it was bright. She looked ahead and saw a door wide open. She praised God that she is in heaven and not in hell! When she tried sitting up, her head hurt again and then it struck her. She noticed the clothes hanging behind the door. She smiled. Rubbing her head, she got up from the floor and searched for her cell at the side table. She scanned through her contacts and texted her ‘good morning’. Instantly her phone beeped and read “good morning! How are you?”

This time she was determined never to hurt this face that played a part in her happiness every day.

All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ~Edgar Allan Poe