I Remember ...

Thanks Pornima. You set a very wide counter to pick the gems of memories from.

Well, i remember every little thing. The only thing stopping me from putting all those in a one go, is a length of one post. It would certainly make some of our friends feel like tired while reading such a long post. So what would i do that i will break those memories in singles and start posting one by one. This will please our friends. It will keep inviting them to our blog regularly as well.

Alright friends, I remember the tiny but beautiful building of our college. In fact it became beautiful in our minds later on. Wasn't appealing at the time when we were there with our parents to seek admission. I remember the nice little entrance from main road too.

And I remember the very first day of our college. Colorful crowd, ecstasy on everybody's face, little anxiety, more enthusiasm. Groups formed at the small open space adjacent to our college building. Boys and girls greeting their schoolmates who joined the same college. Surprisingly, i didn't enjoy and hence may be do not remember other higher education institution's first day.

There were two groups mainly. Boys and girls who came from English medium schools like st. Xavier and Holy cross and others who came from Marathi medium schools. I have no idea about how and when girls were mixed up with each other but I remember that Xavier guys showed a spirit and broad mind to absorb the Marathi medium friends then. Thanks to them. That relieved either a' nincompoop' in shy, reserved boys or a' prejudice' in bold, extrovert boys who were from Marathi medium. Marathi medium boys on the other hand too, showed a noble mind to absorb Xavier guys as well.

Remember the word ' nincompoop' ? Mr. Nagure teaching us the fourth lesson in our English textbook with this word as a title? Remember him saying ' Conjurer' in a typical fashion while teaching another lesson? Ah ... don't strain too much. Just enjoy. There is much more to come.

To be continued ....