A Diary from Cotton University

 A Diary from Cotton University 

The Cotton journey started on a rather strange winter with mask engulfed humans crawling their way to a new horizon of the unknown. The uncountable number of whatsapp groups and messages from unknown accounts flooding the chat box with greetings all over was sufficient to make any hard geek feel special. Slowly and firmly, over days and  nights, over notes and introductions, some bonds started to feel like home, and would rather like to put it as "new homies". The dry december surfed its way out to a bloomy spring. However, the continuity was whipped off to a halt, when the 2nd wave of COVID smashed our maiden semester exams. Over protests of exams being offline and the numerous procrastination driven online scrolls, the exam preparation lay low. Finally, the examinations were walled down and extended to the later online module only when the preventable virus infected the faculty and students indiscriminately. The following months passed in online meets of notes and homies. Finally, vaccines liberated months of monotonous hardships and a fresh new autumn welcomed us to the University gateway. The following days of reordering, reconfiguring and redesigning the months old bonds and persona changed me and all alike. The election race initiated events after events and almost all the Covid batch were high on glowing stimuli of the campus happenings. The moments of random people suddenly being nice and smiley out of nowhere and the feeling of emotional grandeur was all a highlight of that specific time. Time moved on, strangers became strangers again and amidst classes and weekends, a quiet stimuli- free campus environment prevailed. The arrival of the Varsity Week of 2022, redefined my connection with the University and Department. The homies and friends, seniors and juniors, the enthusiastic teachers and the positive aura of the campus amongst competitiveness made me somehow fall in ' love' with the department. Months went on like a rollercoaster amidst organising departmental events, dancing, Anime, admiring 'beautiful greenery', classes, exam stress, fluctuating grades, 2023 varsity and of course Artha Patra. The last few months were defining, the bonds of brotherhood grew stronger, love was a real thing now wherein sisterhood was missing all the time. 

Amidst the hottest May of Guwahati, the farewell bid a blissful goodbye, the tears of joy of everyone-literally everyone, forwardness, stagnation, gaps, civil services, passion finding and stepping into the unknown of the known made everyone's eyes wet. It was almost like a meditation seeing a class of 82 nerds in a deep state of introspection. The farewell ended, exams knocked in, and the final stroke of my pen knocked out the lengthy international economics havoc thus ending my part of the Cotton journey. 

I realised, there were thousands like me and my homies over the course of more than a century of Cotton, who heroed in and heroed out, new people will fill the gap, bulidings get restructured, professors retire, courses get modified but what remains constant is the pride, history, professionalism and the happiness of being a 'Cottonian' and the gratitude of being able to sit along with the greatest minds of the state of today and tomorrow.