It has been 33 months since I came here and I have been in the literary committee for the same amount time. I went home in my first euphoria bit stayed here and in fact, gave my hand in organising the events along with my friend Debo and Rajon in second year. We organised our own last year. The committee members of 2012 has remained more or less the same , barring two changes. We are left with the job of publishing the annual college magazine 2015 for which only printing has remained to be done. As our 33 months long journey drives towards the destination, a sense of well being interwoven with nostalgia is running through my veins. The members are now like a family. We share each other's flaws, abilities, disabilities, joy, sorrow and what not. As I get exposed to each scolding, each appreciation, suggestion and criticism, it seems I have become more matured ; responsible, committed and soft. I am lucky to have such people as my members. They have supported to in both good and bad times. I got to know the intricate components of living a life and in that I have got to know what love and friendship mean. Apart from the committe thing, thus journey has given me the opportunity to reown myswlf from the hands of the ever increasing sea of wildernwss. I think I have succeeded in finding at least what my life partner should be like. Who knows she is somewhere near waiting for the perfect day or thousand miles away from me. Whatever it is, I wouldn't tremble to find her.
It is good to have an end to journey
toward; but it is the journey that
matters, in the end.
Ernest Hemingway
