It was the summer of ’97. With lot of apprehension and the fear of unknown, I took NT (Nainital Express) from Lucknow to Lalkuan. When I first landed at the University, there wasn’t a sense of excitement nor an inch of achievement. I had come here to go back on the first opportunity. But destiny had something else in store for me. This place…..that very place became my home which I could never leave….
Someone wise said, “You measure your life by the number of memories you collect over the years” and Pantnagar gave a whole lot to me.
Room No. 14, Sarojini Bhawan, Latto, Buddhi ji, aloo paratha, 90/180 degree, hostel PCO line, Badi Market, Pappu ka Dhaba, Fattu kay samosey aur Rs 2 ki cutting chai
Late night ‘hourly’ preparations and morning ‘makeups’, wheat ka seed rate, eleusine indica, NK hall, entomology ka insect box, advisor, Local Guardian, Professor kay yellow notes aur 27 types ki buffaloes….
19 years later when I sit in the comfort of my house and reflect, everything I have is from Pantnagar. My mind, my heart, the ability to close my eyes and solve the biggest puzzles, my ability to win and lose at the same time and the will to stand again when the world thinks I am done and dusted..
I belong to Pantnagar, I belong to the farmer who never gives up, to the prof who chose to teach me, to the books I never finished, to the friend who shared his notes….And I am answering the call to connect back, to start from where we left….Kahan meri jeans aur guitar aur mere yaar!!
Desh ka culture…….