This site was meant primarily
to showcase our love hate relationship with our engineering college.
‘Moving on’ is such an integral part of today’s lifestyle
that it would make our fixation with our degree college seem quite irrelevant.
But I’m sure everyone, at some or the other point in his life,
has found himself in an institution or organization that changed his
perception of the world, that in one way or another, influenced his
life, shuffled things around a bit, put in a few dabs of color here
and there. Maybe not so much that anyone would actually notice. But
if they stood in front of a mirror and looked closely enough, they would
surely notice the lines that the time spent there had etched on their
faces. And maybe even manage a wry smile.
For us, that institution was our degree college.
I remember Jerry Maguire speaking about life being an up-at-dawn, pride-swallowing siege. The four years spent at PCT were just like that. But we survived it, all of it, the freeloaders, the backstabbers, the megalomaniacs, the daily humiliation and yes, the bad food. But we couldn’t have done it without our friends. There are too many to name here. But this site is dedicated to them. And not just to our friends. But to all those people, even people we don’t know, who made life at PCT just a wee bit more bearable for their fellow beings.
This website is not a “Five Point Someone” like narration of our college days. It is just a complete and an honest documentation of our PCT experiences. The reason we chose to narrate them is that we truly cherish those four years and would hate to forget them because of a memory-erasing mechanism they call “age”. Were the experiences memorable, in a positive sense? Two years ago, the answer would have been a definitive no. But as we look back upon our engineering days, we can not help marvel at the ability of humans to adjust, and actually have fun in the most hostile of environments. We complained, we bitched, we cursed, we swore each and every day at college. But the anguish did not deter the jokes. The laughter kept flowing. And the pain just taught us to savour the smallest of pleasures that came our way.
Have we moved on? Maybe we have. Himanshu has completed his MBA from Narsee Monjee and is currently working in Wipro Bangalore. I have put in my papers recently to start my MBA course at IIM-A. Maybe in the days gone past, people will no longer associate us with that little college tucked away at a remote place in Kasarvadavli. Maybe even we won’t.
But whenever the rains sweep down on us, we can’t help but wonder if it’s pattering on the windowpanes of that corner classroom on the third floor, trying to peep in and see if it can catch one last glimpse of the two guys who used to sit on the backbench and crack such inane jokes.