It wasn’t just the classes I took that shaped me. It was everything else: those impromptu corridor chats, the friends—both mischievous and sincere—my benchmates, project partners, the lunch breaks, the industrial visits, the extra classes, and all the mistakes I made along the way. My circle included Keats, Ayub Guhan, Sandy, Jithesh, Mukhs, Amina, Gowri, and each of the 42 classmates who walked this journey with me.
I was lucky enough to have a wonderful bunch of seniors—Sathya, Nishil Bhayya, Sho Ka, Ravi Shankar, Tharani Ka, Shyam Sundar, Anand Shankars, Ezhil, Gomz Na, and so many more—who often tried to give me a piece of their mind. They helped me in countless ways, though managing me must have been a challenge! Then came the “little buddies,” my juniors, whose love was overwhelming—Niranja, Prabhu, Geetha Rani, Praveen, Sriram, Ranjith, Rowdy, Gomz Mach, Charles, Dhivya, Asokan, and many others. They showered me with so much affection, and I thoroughly enjoyed their company.
Spending time with PSS Sir was another highlight—he was a perfect role model in many respects, a flawless leader, and a vibrant soul. Just one encounter with his contagious smile could make anyone’s day. Then there were sessions with Dr. K.T., our principal, who taught us invaluable lessons in time management. He kept everything simple yet remarkable. From him, I learned important human values. And I can’t leave out N.C.B. Sir, our placement coordinator—had it not been for his contagious enthusiasm and wisdom, I wouldn’t have mastered the art of clearing interviews.
Even though I’m sad that the “heaven” called college life is over, and I’m no longer a student but an alumnus of KSRCT, I’m equally happy and satisfied with how things turned out. Those four years made me feel a hundred times wiser.
Now my status has shifted from “alumnus” to “distinguished alumnus,” or whatever label comes next. I’ll get calls from Prof. Karthik, the department alumni coordinator, asking if I’m free to attend meetups. Without hesitation—if there were any lingering egos, they’d vanish—I’ll smile with pride and joy and say, “Yes, I’d love to!” That’s the bond I share with KSR-DBT.
From here on, I’m an ex-student of KSRCT-DBT, Class of 2011. All I can do now is support the college’s growth and celebrate every success my alma mater achieves. One day, I can take my kids there and say, “My heaven once existed right here.” But I can’t be a student anymore.
DOT
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