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Last B.tech class


Today was my last B.tech class and perhaps this is my last post during my B.tech curriculum. I am writing this post and contemplating all the reminiscence of my life in IT-BHU. How the 4 years is changed to images and events of past and leaving me a new thought, a new dimension and a new paradigm to my life. My beliefs, my identity and subject of curiosity have been refined if not changed. It was fascinating to observe so many diverse, unique and gifted personalities around me which itself claim the abundance intelligence of existence. If something really intrigued me is my perception about the right or wrong. Before 4 years the parameters to define right or wrong was different. But today the reference is changed and a sense of acceptance is dawning upon me. Personality is not result of any transition, it is creation, stirring of one’s inner being. My conflicts, my fight has developed a more resistance, in gross terms either it is tolerating pressure or humility from any one. I remember the day I entered this institute with hopes in my eyes and expectations of my parents. Today I am contended that t I have fulfilled it to a great measure. Sometimes it feels how cruel this life is. We bear the laughter and share the pleasures in the sweetness of life with our friends. Life gets you attached and then at the second moment makes you apart. We are thrown into an unknown world and start hankering for our identity, our place. New friends are made, new trends are followed. But with optimism, it feels like a new life to me. A new life in which you remember the past and dreams of future. It seems to me as a challenge which shapes you into a desirable personality. I hope my new life will make me a good person who will contribute to society and will extinguish the pain and sufferings of downtrodden people.
I have thought that I will try to write books reviews, movie reviews, my thoughts in politics and blogs on science and spiritualism from my next posts (after my end semester exam). These are the topics which I have not touched yet in my blog.

Comments

Yayaver said…
Brilliant post Amit."Life gets you attached and then at the second moment makes you apart. We are thrown into an unknown world and start hankering for our identity, our place. New friends are made, new trends are followed." These lines are true and touched my heart.We evolve as different person and our perception changes.Best of luck for your future.Enjoy your time between job and college break.Only one thing,I can suggest you is to Travel as much as possible..feel the pulse of nation..its vast and diverse.

My memories of college days are expressed in a post writtenjust before my graduation.
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@Yayaver.. thanks a lot for your constant encouragement. i love travelling and will surely follow your suggestion...
Parv Kaushik said…
nice one amit... we all change.. and the thing u said about the parameters of right and wrong is very tru... we amalgate the ideals of childhood and stark reality.. and draw oour own conclusions!

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