Been a long time since I last updated the blog.  Maybe I could have posted a lot more if it wasn’t for my sluggishness. Anyways, today is technically the last day of the third semester. To make a long story short, I’d say this was one long sem which started way back during early July. I’d neither go into the logistics and the courses I took, nor I’d go into my average (monotonous) life. Anyone dizzy already?

Anyway, what I’d like to establish here is the fact that I still feel quite content that I had my moments.The ones when I was euphoric overwhelming with enthusiasm and the ones when everything seemed so wasteful. The Rajgir Trip, The ACM preparatory and participatory rounds were to name a few. Though Rajgir was beautiful and ACM was pathetic I’m hopeful I will wreak havoc the next time I participate in ACM-ICPC rounds. For the win, Fuc*Yeah.        /*Yeah, I’m an overconfident brat who will always reflect optimism*/

But the part for which I’m essentially writing this post is yet to come. This was the recently concluded (not actually) NSS Camp      {28 Nov – 4 Dec}  to test and interact with children of the lesser privileged strata of the society. This happened to be the last day of my stint at the camp as I leave tomorrow . But I must say I had an amazing time with them. Enter the fourth or fifth day of the camp we had such a bond formed with them.They’d come to receive us as soon as our college bus reached their village. I’d agree they are the most overlooked ones in the crowd but that doesn’t take away the spark in their eyes and the enthusiasm in their guts. I guess this is what is ever needed to accomplish the greatest of dreams. All they need a little push. I won’t go in detail of our teaching methods, because deep down I always like to think myself as an storyteller rather than a mere fact collector/presenter.

To sum up, I’d say I made friends with the children. They were sad when they realised I wouldn’t be there for them from tomorrow. GoodByes is the hardest things to do. Always. I regret leaving early and I don’t really know where they’ll finally end up in their lives, but I’m hopeful someday I will strike Chotu at some airport, wearing all whites, hair nicely combed, “Ain’t you delighted to meet your flight pilot, Sir”.   Amen!