Sandwiched between a primeval panel of the authority, lied a crowd of students hoping to hear the panel say: “Don’t worry everything will get better”.
In a hostel room in Rourkela lived a NITian. Not a nasty, dirty, wet room, filled with rats and lizards but a room nonetheless: it was hostel room, and that means no comfort.
NIT Rourkela came as a surprise to me. First. I didn’t expect to be selected to an NIT outside my home state, Jharkhand. Second, when I saw the hostel room (well it was a dormitory) where I was supposed to stay. I stayed for a night in MV Hall (a.k.a Hall 2) before admissions. That room, tiled, well ventilated and clean was a huge departure from the six seater, cob-webbed, broken windowed and just supporting doors of the room I saw the next day in DBA. The first day in the campus gave a glimpse of how NIT Rourkela has been undoing every good thing it possesses.
Let me just begin by saying that no mess food was harmed in the writing of this article and all views expressed in this article are personal.
As a new year and new semester begins an ode to the old year would be best summed up in a verse from a poem by Alfred lord Tennyson.