Out of school, we came to JMC,
to become what our parents wanted us to be.
With NC, we enjoyed the Harappan and Vedic civilisation,
Ashima mam taught us Transition (Palaeolithic to Neolithic).
writing 10 sides answer seemed IMPOSSIBLE,
15/25 only left us numb.
Coming for Hindi at 8:30 AM was really irritating,
Mam's msg of cancelling the class was even more
*******
Tues and Wed 8:30 were scolding days,
since frustrated JS spited her anger on us.( though I liked her a lot)
Om Sai Ram and Gandhi was KN's department,
though antique, she was another inspiration.
enjoyed Montage for the first time,
Chronicle was the accomplishment of a lifetime.
The first year ended so rapidly,
90%ees were satisfied with 60s.
Then we met the iron lady of our department (Chaddha mam)
she asked questions after every second point.
RS Sharma got replaced by the Sultans of Delhi and Satish Chandra,
every notebook had words like sufi, bhakti and Iqta.
transition frm feudalism to capitalism muddled our heads,
Dobb and Sweezy never left us till the end.( remember jha's middle finger :P)
enjoyed Boston Tea Party and civil war in States,
though never understood out of khiljis and tuglaqs- who is great?
****** taught us stress, depression and suicide,
we almost got killed by Bronte's Wuthering Heights!
Orcha trip was another milestone,
Khajurao sculptures turned all of us on :P
pool party with "tinku jiya" was superfun,
each one of us made good connections.
Second year got over, and we entered our own little world- T9.
everything was new to us,
future plans always bothered us!
Journey to China and Japan with Chakko was great,
though we never grew intellectually and understood decline of Shogunate.
Gazala mam introduced us to napoleon and bismarc,
became our friend. guide and mentor.
Chadda mam took us to royal court of mughals and rajputs,
But Iqta and jagir still confuse us!
Sleeping time came with menon's class,
18th cent and 1857 always bored us. (though i admit she is a great scholar)
we stopped studying and started enjoying life to the fullest,
since history taught us no matter what, the peasant is the one who will be suppressed!
Montage 2012 rocked,
DJ Aqeel's Ferrari left us in shock!
Postponing and preponing the classes was 3rd year's trait,
petty fights over it were always great.
Since first year we all wanted this day to come,
to wear saree and have FUN.
BUT....
the Farewell day has passed :(
From now onwards... NO cancelling or preponing classes, no prof to scold us, no NSS hours to complete, no deadlines of tuts, no canteen samosas and macaroni, no diwali mela, no Montage and Chronicle, no Ashok bhaiya, no ******** and commenting and last but not the least NO HISTORY HONS 3rd YEARS (2009-2012)
No one realised how these beautiful 3 years passed .our eyes are wet but heart is content.
just wanted to tell everyone that i will miss you all. though i may have not interacted much with everyone, but I wish you all the very best for your future...
So superseniors,
leave all grudges behind and enjoy the last week of your college life at JMC to the fullest
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
Today is the day when I lost a friend
Today is the day when I lost the faith
Today is the day when I realized something new
Today is the day when bad won over good
Today is the day when I realized you are alone in this world
Yes. Today.
The way you mesmerized me
made me feel like one of a kind-
but in truth
it was all a lie.
Though I m standing and smiling
But I am crying within
As I sit here and cry, for you not for me
What you have become I wish you could see
For the first time I have no words
That to you I would say
I just cling to old memories
And I watch you walk away
But
Looking at you walk away
My world just fell apart
If only I could handle it and bear just to say
I would hold my breath and say the words
DON’T WALK AWAY.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC