College Days...

I've already written about the lecturers who taught me at St. Stephen's, and about the love for Mathematics that I developed in the three years I spent there. I now want to write about the less academic, more human aspect of what my College gave me.

This afternoon I met up with some of my closest friends from College. Those friends are the most valued gifts I got from College. Of late, we've been more frequently in touch and have been meeting up more often. It's always totally great to catch up with each other, to have someone with whom you can share your worries, your fears, your apprehensions, and your joy. It's great to know that there's someone else who's going through the same stuff you are. Someone who understands what you're going through and is there, by your side, to guide you through the dark tunnel, and to celebrate with you when you see the light at the end of it.

I was just going through the College website today. I didn't come across anything that I didn't already know, but it felt great to reaffirm that I've walked the same portals as Barkha Dutt, Khushwant Singh, Anurag Mathur, Amitav Ghosh, Shashi Tharoor, Upamanyu Chaterjee, Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed, Arun Shourie, Kabir Bedi, Siddharth Kak, Shekhar Kapur, Roshan Seth, Salman Khursheed... and I could go on with this list for an incredibly long time. It's long enough to make me feel proud of the fact that I graduated from such a distinguished College. In spite of the fact that, in the five years since then, our College has constantly been in the news for all the wrong reasons, I still feel great every time I think about everything I learnt there, the friends I made there, the three glorious years I spent there, the incredible heritage and history associated with that place.