Missing BHU

Well,
it is a very long time since my first and last post but i'm not surprised. I haven't taken to blogging in a big way and my word files are enough to placate the writer bug within. But there is one more reason.

XLRI is a place that sucks you into its vortex; heady, stormy and satisfying. And i'm not talking satisfaction only for those with an acute academic view of life, but also for those who have a different prism to gaze it through.

The campus is small and yet it is this that makes it a happening and fast-paced place. I know almost every soul in my batch of 180+ and an amazing number of seniors here. It seems so very cliched to hear this but it is a big family out here.

But being from IT-BHU, I simply can't put the campus at the back of my mind! BHU is one great thing that happened to me and I knew it then and I know it now. BHU is a terrific place to be in if you are in IT-BHU. Forget the vast, dreamy, foggy, chilly, green campus during winter, forget the spacious hostels, even the roads and the fruit-laden trees and the seasons in BHU are absolutely ...i'm still looking for a word!

I can never forget the time I had driving through the circular roads of the campus with the pleasant wind in my hair and the serenity of the campus soothing the eye. The temple spire that was visible the moment you took to the hostel road served as a guide for the lone rider in the thick of winter fog. Mind you, the fog inside the BHU campus can beat any ocean fog; maybe even the one that sank Titanic. I still feel the hair-raising excitement I used to have when, returning from the coaching, I had to drive through the campus on a foggy night. You may choose to disbelieve but I know what I’m saying. The fog used to swirl and flow like a river of mist, from the open grounds to the left of the hostel road towards the hostels on the right. And I had to drive through it!

Clinging to my scooter like a drenched bird on a rainy night, I used to squint hard to see even 10 feet ahead. To know when to turn right to get to my hostel gate required continuous turning to the right to throw the headlamp light to the right of the road. And in such moments, it was the temple spire’s orange haze of sodium lamps that gave some hints.

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ami said…
Dude..you dont seem to have enough of BHU:)
true...these campuses are places that keep coming back to u...time and again...
how about going to Joseph's someday...not a campus...but it also refuses to go away..?
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