When the Second floor fell silent...
*Adieu
Second years...A blog bidding farewell to our seniors
“Woh pal
haemin yaad aayenge...woh kal yaad aayenge...” Overhearing this in the train, on
my way back home made me write this ...or
was it the boredom that set in when Vivek slipped in to his usual ‘power
nap’....
Saying Good byes have never been fun, well
there are exceptions though ...J..For us, we know we all will be back in
the comfort of Ettimadai by the onset of monsoon...But it’s not the same with
seniors...
It dawned on us when after visiting dg sir for
summers, we looked across the second floor...and what we saw was closed
classrooms and a deafening silence.
It was comforting to know you were there
for us...even if for a trivial thing like getting a calculator or to get some
gyaan on placements...
We could always ask what to do in a
professor’s class or more importantly, what not to do ;)
Just to borrow a text book we misplaced at
the eve of the exam, or about how to get things done for Utsav or Pragati, we
knew where to turn.
Now that you are gone, surely it leaves a
void...
As Murthy sir says, as you move on from a
state of zero accountability to one that holds you accountable for every deed
of yours, we wish the all the very best for you...
Dear Seniors, a few of you have left a mark
in our minds and we missed out a few...But all you guys will always remain
close to our hearts.
Arun
Babu
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