The Days as Student Activist - The Days I Remember Each Day
It's 6a.m. and I woke up as usual before alarm to keep the word with my mom that I would study in the morning. Every morning that starts with checking e-mails, Facebook messages or Twitter DM's followed by searching for the tooth-brush! Getting ready for the day, the day's follow-up tasks listed on one of the many scrap papers that stay in my pocket. I study for some time, but as usual my electronics and telecommunication interest never keeps me to the syllabus for the next exams! But still my mom pats me for an early morning study which gives me license to return late in the night back home.
The journey to college starts with a 1km walk to the bus-stop. This small walk is the booster for the whole days as I mingle my favorite songs. I board the local-government bus at around 8:00a.m. which takes around half-an hour to complete the 15km journey to my college. I call the journey 'Manthan,' as all the best ideas of the day hit my mind here. An over-crowded bus leaves me no option other than to just stand and think. Initial months, bus travel was a challenge for me, but then a 3-day continuous attempt to cycle all the way to Raisoni College, Wagholi gave me the self-realization of ease of traveling in a motor-vehicle! For some days, fortunately I meet my travel friends from various colleges in Wagholi who help me know various educational issues that I need to know as a student activist. Reaching Wagholi, a 1km walk helps me reach my kurukshetra ready for an action-packed day ahead!
The reason for reaching early to the college is to meet the different types of activists in our campus unit. Some come early - leave early, some come late, while some come to the college for a while only to have a sense of being an engineering student. With more than 75% attendance in most of the semesters, people drop me in the not-so-cool 'sincere' category. But even with 6 hours of class-room teaching, most of the time is spent reading reference books, to keep my dream for electronics-communication researcher alive! The dream to hear a professor teaching and playing with concepts was lost long back thanks to the traditional teaching methods of engineering education in India. Still, I always got support from my professors to have my view on every topic whether it be in our text-book or in the day's newspapers. I usually had my lunch-box finished in the 15-min breakfast break to have time saved for the 30-min lunch break to meet our activists from the other category. Apart from this, every minute of class-room with no professors was spent with updates about ABVP's activities to my class-room friends which resulted in 80% of them turning into activists of ABVP along with being my friends. 'Expectancy' was the word that I threw off my dictionary witnessing activism in my college. It contained everything right from cheerful debates to heated discussions. The pride of being part of the dynamic college activism group motivated me to convey every student and professor I met about ABVP's activities finally urging them to be a part of ABVP.
Everyday goof-ups were what, made my day! Right from requesting my professor to continue a unexpected call from a journalist who wanted to know ABVP's stand on an issue to my Vice-Principal coming to our class-room and asking about our result date as usually I knew the latest updates from the university.
With the last lecture coming to an end, started an impatient journey to my day's destination for activism. It took atleast 90 min to reach to various parts of the city. The journey was a blitzkrieg from visiting college campus to meeting activists, unexpected call for emergencies over an issue or attending meeting in our city office. I was fortunate enough to work with the finest people that always understood all my difficulties and inspired from their struggle for student activism. The return journey back home always had the smiling face and a satisfied peaceful mind ready for the next day.
The questions that remains unanswered is what made me start absolutely fresh and fit to start a new day even with a mind-boggling hectic schedule the previous day. The reason I found that for every instance I considered ABVP as my mother. The mother who taught me everything. ABVP took me to storms of difficulty for me to learn from struggle and emerge as a son that she deserves. My eyes are wet asking myself that would I able to resist the separation if the moment would arrive some day???
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The journey to college starts with a 1km walk to the bus-stop. This small walk is the booster for the whole days as I mingle my favorite songs. I board the local-government bus at around 8:00a.m. which takes around half-an hour to complete the 15km journey to my college. I call the journey 'Manthan,' as all the best ideas of the day hit my mind here. An over-crowded bus leaves me no option other than to just stand and think. Initial months, bus travel was a challenge for me, but then a 3-day continuous attempt to cycle all the way to Raisoni College, Wagholi gave me the self-realization of ease of traveling in a motor-vehicle! For some days, fortunately I meet my travel friends from various colleges in Wagholi who help me know various educational issues that I need to know as a student activist. Reaching Wagholi, a 1km walk helps me reach my kurukshetra ready for an action-packed day ahead!
The reason for reaching early to the college is to meet the different types of activists in our campus unit. Some come early - leave early, some come late, while some come to the college for a while only to have a sense of being an engineering student. With more than 75% attendance in most of the semesters, people drop me in the not-so-cool 'sincere' category. But even with 6 hours of class-room teaching, most of the time is spent reading reference books, to keep my dream for electronics-communication researcher alive! The dream to hear a professor teaching and playing with concepts was lost long back thanks to the traditional teaching methods of engineering education in India. Still, I always got support from my professors to have my view on every topic whether it be in our text-book or in the day's newspapers. I usually had my lunch-box finished in the 15-min breakfast break to have time saved for the 30-min lunch break to meet our activists from the other category. Apart from this, every minute of class-room with no professors was spent with updates about ABVP's activities to my class-room friends which resulted in 80% of them turning into activists of ABVP along with being my friends. 'Expectancy' was the word that I threw off my dictionary witnessing activism in my college. It contained everything right from cheerful debates to heated discussions. The pride of being part of the dynamic college activism group motivated me to convey every student and professor I met about ABVP's activities finally urging them to be a part of ABVP.
Everyday goof-ups were what, made my day! Right from requesting my professor to continue a unexpected call from a journalist who wanted to know ABVP's stand on an issue to my Vice-Principal coming to our class-room and asking about our result date as usually I knew the latest updates from the university.
With the last lecture coming to an end, started an impatient journey to my day's destination for activism. It took atleast 90 min to reach to various parts of the city. The journey was a blitzkrieg from visiting college campus to meeting activists, unexpected call for emergencies over an issue or attending meeting in our city office. I was fortunate enough to work with the finest people that always understood all my difficulties and inspired from their struggle for student activism. The return journey back home always had the smiling face and a satisfied peaceful mind ready for the next day.
The questions that remains unanswered is what made me start absolutely fresh and fit to start a new day even with a mind-boggling hectic schedule the previous day. The reason I found that for every instance I considered ABVP as my mother. The mother who taught me everything. ABVP took me to storms of difficulty for me to learn from struggle and emerge as a son that she deserves. My eyes are wet asking myself that would I able to resist the separation if the moment would arrive some day???
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Nice bro
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ReplyDeleteLong lastly nice writting...more getting enough to think of every day as ABVP activist other than everything
Thanks. Inspiration everywhere. Page 2 after I read your Page 1
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