Four years. 1..2..3..4. Yeah, that’s right, four years it has been. Four years since I came to this place. I entered these very gates on 27th July, 2010. I am able to find senti people everywhere right now in the campus. Some talk about how much it rained that year. How fun the first waves was or how we somehow scraped through some of the subjects in the first sem. We discuss what big noobs we were. We used to discuss our ranks in JEE/AIEEE. And how within a sem we fell in love with this place. The year of 2010.
It has been 4 years since then. I have cried here. I have laughed here. I grew up at this place. I can’t remember much of the lectures but I remember each and every of the outings or treats I went to. I remember the shortcut from mongi to LT1. I have been with my hostel mates fighting those random guys from other hostel during the inter-hostel fests only to watch mime together during Waves. I have witnessed India winning world cup in 2011 along with 2000 other people in the college auditorium.
I have seen the growth of the ugly building behind B-dome and well how can I forget the duck over B-dome (seniors _/\_). I have sat for hours at mongi or nescafe with my friends to discuss how noob our juniors are. I have attended big break to get the feel of being senior year by year. I have been there to whistle during HR fash-p or cheer my friends during their drama performance.
This sem my door was rarely closed and rare was a time when you could find me alone. When I was placed I was wearing shirt, tie, shoes, belt and coat all from 5 different people. (Even socks I guess, if at all I was wearing any). I have been awake for a complete night to watch some TV series, later to make maggi at 4 and then wake up some miserable dualite early in the morning.
I have been woken up by assholes at 9 in the morning here, having slept only 2 hours. I made friends here. I have been beaten by them to death during my birthdays. Friends of different creed and kind. A nerd friend, a funny one, a stud friend and a perfect one. I have been dragged to nescafe just after waking up only to eat nothing and pay for what they eat. I started writing here. I got appreciation even when my writings purely sucked. I was made to feel that I was a good person. I found another family here.
I fell in love here. And then fell in love for the second time and so on. I fell down here. I learnt how to stand up every fucking time here. I have roamed on the beaches to feel the goan breeze. I have taken 350km of bike trips under hot sun. I have jumped out of trains on the tracks to witness one of the most beautiful waterfalls and trek for 10km on the way back.
I have loved here. And I have been loved here. Somehow, it felt like home. Maybe, it was home. I belonged here. And it has been 4 years now. I have to pack my bags and leave this place. I am carrying with myself so many memories which will make me cry someday. Someday, I will be back. I will roam on these campus roads and recount those memories. I will tell my friends that this was my home. And it was a happy place, filled with love and laughter…. For now, let me just bow down one last time in front of B-dome and kiss the turf. I read it somewhere and it fits so well. ‘We came here as boys. We leave here as men.’ And, so we do. Swipe our cards here. Look back, one last time, to take it all in. To whisper with some tears in the eyes.. ‘Adios BITS Pilani’