When I was asked to write about my past three years in my
college, I was dumbstruck. I always felt like I joined in just a few months ago
but I seriously didn’t realise that I spent more than 3 years in this college.
About my college days, well it is not that exciting like many of my friends’
but yes I did spend special moments in this college.
To be honest, I did not really want to join a private
University in the first place. I was hoping for IITs and NITs and I did prepare
for them during my 11th and 12th. But I guess I didn’t
spend much time with my books and results were very disappointing. I signed up
for Amity, not because it was a great University with a powerful brand name but
because I would get to live in Delhi which I felt as one of the best places to
live in. I still remember the day when I had come to Amity for the first time
for my interview. It was raining cats and dogs and I, with my father and uncle
reached Amity. When I first looked at the campus, I felt very happy and rather
energised and proud that I would study here. The rain didn’t stop and somehow I
managed to pass the gate entry and dashed towards the C block where I was
supposed to give my interview and write an essay. But it didn’t happen as
planned. I sat in the auditorium like a good boy and a faculty came up and
announced that those who had achieved 88% and above in their 12th
can submit their documents. Surprisingly I scored exactly 88% and did
accordingly. Then they said “you can leave now. Your admission is complete”. I
had spent over 3 hours to reach here and my admission didn’t even take half an
hour. My father also had the same shocking experience as mine when I told him.
And from July onwards my so called college life started and
honestly speaking, I rarely appreciated my college during this duration. Since
I was a hosteller, I had to experience a lot of unfortunate things. The food in
the cafeterias was inedible at times. The chapattis were as hard as marble at
times and you could actually use it as a weapon. The potatoes were hardly
boiled, most of the time it was raw and crunchy. So in the end, I started
having my food in the D block cafeteria at cheap rates, all thanks to the
cooperative serving guy. But the hostel life was not that bad as it sounds. Our
enthusiastic HOD of the hostel organised various events to make sure the
students don’t run away from the hostel. Another memorable event was during the
birthdays. Birthday celebrations were rather painful, I must say. A group of
20-25 devils would beat up the birthday boy and decorate him with all kinds of
cosmetics like toothpaste, cold drink, shampoo and yes, the cake of-course. I
tried to evade this scene during my birthday and took refuge in my best
friend’s flat. But I guess, these are
those sweet memories which one would always remember.
Amity did give me some golden gifts as well. I met some
unusual and special friends. I would like to describe each of them and I know
they will smile they read this. One of my best friends was a genius, a master
chef and was an artist. Everyone commented that these were photographs when
they saw his paintings. One of my friends spoke the best English while the
other was an inborn finance analyst. There is this guy who was the most
emotional guy I have ever met and he was a genius when it comes to cars. He
would get fired up when he heard the term “turbochargers”. Then there is my
favourite friend who could convince anyone and memorise a whole book in a
minute. I also had a gaming clan and we spend the whole night gaming. One of
them was a great dancer while the other would replace Ronaldo in the upcoming
years.
So now when I look back and think about my life in Amity, I
think I took the right decision about coming here. Not because of its
infrastructure or what it offers to students but because of those few special
people whom I met and who have made me what I am today.
–Shoumik
Goswami
(A2325010002)
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