Ode to Motilal
Updated: Oct 2, 2018
I wrote this piece on 2nd May '17, hours before bidding my alma mater - NIT Allahabad a goodbye.

I will remember,
The sky-kissed 7th floor room of SVBH; the cosily cramped 62 Tilak of final year.
8 AM practicals I attended reluctantly; walks around the campus late into the night.
Auto trips to Civil lines akin to camel rides; cycling through the market by-lanes without a care.
Cacophony and aroma which abound the mess; lip-smacking dishes at all-night canteens.
Long, anxious waits at the placement office; childlike glee on seeing trains chug across the campus.
Hostel taps which ran dry; LAN and DC with gushing speed.
The frenzy of college fests; serenity at Ganges by the Ashram.
Enactus brainstorming sessions on MP Hall stairs ; Gnosis SAC quizzes- my weekly solace.
Seniors I tried to emulate; juniors I interacted with.
Uninspiring teachers; endearing friends.
The boy I walked in four years back; the man I leave today!
I will dearly miss the buildings, lawns and hostels, but more importantly, I will yearn to see these beautiful faces around me once again!
With a heavy heart I bid adieu to my extended family and my second home.
Ending my post in a fashion befitting a proud Moti -
#20134169 Signing off