The last ten days have been very tough for the country as a whole. The heinous attack on those poor soldiers who had dedicated their lives to protect the country, the consequences of the attack, the rage and hatred of people towards their fellow humans has been heart-wrenching to witness. It seems once again humanity fell prey to the poisonous claws of ideological clashes, ego clashes and vested interests of the politics. More than the attack, it is the after effects that are quite disheartening. The calls for war, mutual challenges to ruin one another, arousing hatred among people in the name of patriotism, circulation of hate messages, imposing ban on innocent people by tagging them as subjects of the enemy country, etc., all seem to be hopeless and in noway heading towards a solution. In this whole scenario, the ordinary citizen of our country is swaying between his humanity (which is his very basic nature) and identity (national, religious, regional, caste, etc), not ...
It has been almost four years since I passed out of my university, but even now I hold the same excitement to go there, just like I had a few years ago, when for the very first time I stepped into it. I was nervous then and now. While passing out from the university, I left a part of myself there and carried a huge part of it with me. In these four years nothing has changed regarding my relationship with my alma mater. Though I moved on, I still have the same respect and adoration for my university and the people there. I might be miles away from it, but I treasure the lessons and the days spent there. Its position is irreplaceable in my life. In fact, I can call it as another home of mine and the people there as the members of my extended family. To me, it is not less than a temple. It's a sacred space that vibrates with the energies of hundreds of students and teachers. Just like any other alumnus, I also love going back to my university and cherish those beautiful moment...