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Safe Haven!

             There could be nothing more refreshing than going a trip down memory lane of our own past, especially when it is of equal mixture of everything life throws at us.

            Just happened to stroll around my alma mater “Easwari Engineering College” and realised how much life has changed over the years but still the ambiene of the college remains same and how the college still manages to teach me every aspect of life.

              I have never done anything to my college or my department, once I have finished my course but still shamelessly asked my HOD to help me out for my PG admission in our parent University.Eventhough she initially made a grumpy face on how we used to ignore the department, she was never hesitant to help me clear my admission processes. I was quite astonished to see her bragging about me to all the new faculty members of the department. Never in my college life, I've seen her being over joyful about her students, but that day she proved me wrong.

            Eventhough most of the faculty members have been replaced by a fresh team, it felt super good to be remembered by the office attendants who still remained the same and enquired about me and told me stories on how the department has evolved through time.

               After repeated reminders from my HOD, I was quite curious to visit the Canoe built by my juniors for a Canoe Competion by the IIT. There was a 8 foot long Canoe made of light weight aggregate which sustained more than 200 kg of load. The boy over there was quick to recognise me and we shared how much fun it was being an Easwarian. It was surprising that the Canoe belongs to a passed out batch who were still putting every possible effort to grab the title in the upcoming event.They were so selfless that they have built their own testing pool and donated it to the department.If there is something that the students lacked, it is jealousy.There was a bunch of other class and other dept. Students helping the Canoe team and planning to call students the next day for work, the next day being a sunday. One could never expect such a scenario outside college. It is those fresh innocent minds that build our society.

             The students told me that Neelamegam Sir was inside the lab only. I went there excited to meet him after a long time.It was a sight to behold, watching that 60 year young man working in the lab all by himself in the deserted laboratory. When asked why he was there alone, he said that the students have their model exams so he was working on their projects on their behalf. His professionalism could never be matched. I wish I could be more like him to show utmost sincerity, respect & passion towards whatever I do in life.
             
              One visit to the college after a long time was enough to look at life more positively and approach it with open arms. The college is and always will be a Safe Haven for millions of students like me regardless of their situations.

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