farewell
just returned from the farewell we gave to the four yearites. It reminded me of the farewell at school- class 12. That strange visceral feeling was back - that twang of nostagia. Although the two farewells were far from similiar in any respect - our school one was a very formal affair - with all of us dressed properly and extra care being taken for etiquette and stuff while the one at IIT was anything but formal. It was fun to see seniors tell "untold" stories about each other. A remarkable thing was in the way I saw some of the people today. The true spirit was being an IITan stared out at you as this bunch of young guys stood there ready to cross over the relatively protected environment of the college to the "big bad world !". I am not sure whether I was the only one who felt it, but in each person there seemed to be a new desire rekindled. Something that hadn't quite shown itself in these four years could be seen now as each of them prepared for different de...