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| Welcome To Symbi ! |
This blog is dedicated to the two years of my life in Symbi,
in unarguably one of the most beautiful campuses on earth. The experiences, the
journey, the learning’s and the unlearning.
In another week it will be all over, this place when I first
came down two years ago was the most beautiful of campuses where dreams are
woven, friends are made and expectations from them by default, and primarily we
are here to LEARN-both academics and importantly the nitty grit ties of a
journey called life. But strangely at the end of two years, I am pretty much
convinced that this place has mind of its own. Like the heroine in those cheap
Ramsay brother’s horror movies, who is the beautiful eye candy in the day and
the ugly looking, heavily make up laden devil by the night, this place for me
is that-with a dual persona. As they say a picture speaks a thousand words (thanks
and due credit to the original photographer to capture it) this picture of the
main gate encapsulates my point very beautifully, the main gate which opens out
to the village of “knowledge” - brimming with life and loads of positive energy
in the daylight, suddenly gets this mystical, haunted quality like it’s a snapshot
taken out of a horror movie’s scene once its night.
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| From no where an entrance to the "Knowledge Village"-Credit to original photographer |
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| Symbi at night.. |
Like the yin and yang, everything here is divided here,-SIBM/MC-SITM,
Marketing-Systems, X committee-Y committee, North Indian-South Indian, X Group-Y
Group .As pleasing it is at the surface, the more messier and divided it is
deep down inside. No wonder the people too start imbibing from the place and
end up like it. I am not sure if it’s the place that defines the people or the
people that define the place, probably happens both ways.
Just like all dreams woven here do not turn into reality,
not all friends made stick around till the end, it usually happens that they
don’t meet your expectations(I know we all hate that word…don’t we? ) and most
importantly- not necessarily you end up learning in this place, for me
personally this place was more about unlearning than learning. I guess, for
learning new things you will have to unlearn all the previous experiences and
knowledge. This place has made me wiser in many respects, but at the same time
made me look equally dumb many a times making me constantly realise that life
is an one unending quest for learning, I personally ended up learning stuff
from people whom I personally never felt I could take anything from considering
their initial interactions with me (no wonder people carry a bad first
impression of me as a snobby guy with an attitude).
What will I miss from this place?
I’ll surely miss the craziness of the place lots of crazy things
being done these two years(lets not get into the finer details :D), ill miss
Pune city-surely in my list of places where I want to settle down, ill miss the
food from here-haven’t seen a place which is so diverse in terms of food from
south Indian to continental you get it all, ill miss those 40 mins bus rides
from the shutter island to the city where all you did was thinking and
introspect, the beautiful sunset and realising the fact that something so spectacularly
beautiful is so often missed by us and is taken for granted, ill miss people who
have made me explore my varied facets-from the 16 yr old teenager in me who is busy “making a
database” to the completely opposite 35 yr old mature guy in me to whom people
look up to when it comes for advice and last but not the least- I will probably
miss raising hands every time Dr.Mazumdar (Our founder) asks the audience in
front of a distinguished guest on how many students are non Maharashtrians in the audience :D
I thank you everyone, contrary to what you guys think I have
learned something from each one of you.The experience called SITM shall be
cherished for all the good and the bad reasons.
Well I am not creating a legacy of ending blog posts with
Jim Morisson’s poetry, but I am so compelled to do so right now because he so
beautifully encapsulates what majority of us feel in the fag end of this
journey.
So here it goes….
People are strange
when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
