In order to transform anything say any other metal into gold, proper resources have to be there. It is apparent that
the transformation demands congruous use of the resources and a clear perception of what is going to be transformed into
what (as gold here).
Talking about the personal transformation, far difficult than that of Alchemy of non-livings, the resources itself get categorize into internal and external; pertaining to ones self.
First come your internal resources viz. zeal, enthusiasm, focus, enlightenment. I would say these are the resources and arms though more essential but these are controlled by your self. The second category includes corporeal matter and for a student the most important among those resources is an Institute which provides the rostrum and vicinity to savor pellucid view of his goals consequently manifolding the level of his internal resources.
DAVIET... No need to mention, has reserved the same place inside me by providing the rudimentary precepts for my professional career. Knowledge, aptitude, attitude, panache, friends and foes. A plethora of such eternal attributes it has offered me. There are myriad raves it deserves from even a paltry student like me.
I embarked the serendipitous journey some six years ago as a coy, gullible fresher. The very first year had mirrored me my real traits and knacks (though some imagined ones). The deceits and sleights of the clever junta prodded me to delve out my own dexterity which is somehow bestowed to everyone and placed in the dark side of everyone's heart by birth. I had already mentally prepared not to stuck much to the books in the engineering, so i got what i deserved and what nature had something else in store for me. Came first-sem result and i got a blister with concentrated Sulphuric Acid applied on me. This CHEMISTRY churned me in the precipitator of university's coherent form-filling process. ideally as per examination rules, a student has options of getting his/her exam revaluation if in case he/she finds something unjustly done. But marked with the astounding surprises, my university has a tradition of announcing the revaluation results only after the re-appear dates of the same exams. That means the option of a student to either choosing revaluation of reappear converges-in to opt both the options. So a student has to fill both revaluation and reappear forms. (A suggestion to the university: They should print a single form named 'Re-appear/Revaluation form' with the both the options and mentioning ' Mark whichever is applicable'. This would save student's time to just mark all the options in stead of filling both reappear and revaluation form and this process would be eco-friendly too). So with no other choice in hand but both getting my previous exam re-evaluate and re-appearing for the exam, i was one of the many victims of sudden decisions of the university. By the time i cleared the first semester, second one was more the half over. With a new so-called Girl-Friend ( not girlfriend) and a two more new amazing friends (LALA ji and our PROCRASTINATOR) I ended up the year as a successful bookworm with no backlog ;).
At the start of second year, as it happen with all sophomores, we were somewhat proud to be seniors. Ragging is no doubt banned in whole of India but all Indian laws are meant to be read and only followed by the eyes while reading from the book it is written on. So we were no different than other Indians and started ragging freshers from the very first day of the commencement of second year. Four days passed and we were caught red-handed. Then 'OHI-DO-SARDAR' came into picture. Yes between these two surds, one was me and the other Mr. BAL. Whenever something undisciplined happened in we were the victim of the atrocity of the martinets. If one of us caught, he was called "Doosra kithe tere naalda?” (Where is your other accomplice). But these acerbic remarks in stead of breaking our friendship locks, more strongly adhered the bonds of my friendship. Thanks to that Data Structure guy who taught us how to form a persistent 'Linked List' using just pointers. The tightly weld links of our friendship moved our life quite smoothly and light heartedly in the second year with only a single jerk of a week's suspension to me. Somehow managing my studies with flirts, abhorred poor grades from teachers completed my second year.
Third year started as a cakewalk as no impediment was there for me. Everything was so supple that I didn't even realize my incessantly dwindling grades. During the first campus placement drive i got a chance to calculate my ever decreasing marks that were just on the verge of getting disqualified from the placement tests. But that juncture was too late to improve academics as the next semester was going to be incepted with trainings and internships. Thanks to the premier institutes of India which have increased the reverence of engineering degree percentages and the result of which: 65% is the minimum marks for appearing a placement test of many companies. But in our university, this was merely the marks of more than 80% of all engineers who pass the degree. HCL was the first company for our campus placement which i flunked badly and the pain was all mine. Came Syntel and some others and the result was same for me till one from NOIDA considered my cerebrum congruous to fit into their shoes. One though only placement offer worked as a propellant for my ballistics and made my trajectory with flirts, betrays and result me to land in the middle of a quagmire.
Came the fourth year and we were all set for your Industrial trainings. My internship was destined as Pune. There I got one new GEM...no...it's BOMB into my life. This exclusive explosive has shown me certain obscure paths to me for my journey of destiny. With few trips to different sites of India, I was back at college for the last semester. Though the duration was same as of the other semester but the numerous celebrations enthralls of anticipated degree completion made the semester a sojourn. With one-day trip to Science City and few birthday celebrations of my class mates. My degree ended with the cake cutting ceremony as a valediction activity by our class and with this ceremony, my light threaded tweed linking me with my college had been cut forever leaving me to recall and rejuvenate the stint for those four years inside the fringes of the edifice in Kabir Nagar, Jalandhar.
Now, some of us (especially DAVIETians) detest the staff, the discipline and the system in which we inhibit during our education stint.
But when you depart, you relish all those remembrances since your soul imbibes the aroma when the petals were being crushed in order to make invaluable fragrance that everyone can feel even if applied by one in a large herd.
May DAVIET reaches at its pinnacle inculcating thousands of frivolous freshers like me, converting them into professionals, providing them the initials Er. and spur them to replace it with other coveted ones.....
Thanks
Gurpreet Singh Phull
DAVIET, CSE-Class of 2007
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