During the days of my high school I was very much anxious to
join the college level of education, since I had perceived from elders about
the impression and compassion of college life. People used to tell me that
college life is filled with lot of charm, excitement, fun and it gives us an opening
to live an independent student life. Heedless of this when it comes to University
life; Oh gosh! They would speak that
in University there is solemnity on the part of students and people distillate
mostly on the studies than on any other undertakings. Not only this, University
life is the life where people hardly remain societal. But astoundingly, what I
experienced in university life throughout my five years of experience went all
against the taboos-of which I had earlier heard about. Undoubtedly, I missed the fun wrapped life of college and it gave
me a sort of disdain too but wait…
let me complete; I must mention that auspiciously the same gap is filled by my
direct admittance into university from school which presented me the loads of
glorious movements to remember and to share with other people for rest of my
life.
Flashing back to year 2011;
the year I began my course of law at Central University of Kashmir. I was quite
enthusiastic about my admission in the university and so much enchanted for the
picturesque which my mind had formed about the varsity of university campuses,
that they are so much enormous and thousands of students cum scholars study
there. Thus I was eager for joining the class work which was to begin in the
month of August that year. Being so much impatient, on the very first day of
same month, I left for the university which at that time was placed at
Magarmal-Bagh Srinagar. Searching for the University campus with so much vehemence
for quite a long time, what I found was a white-coated rented building based on
three floors with a big billboard (displaying Central University of
Kashmir) held on its rusted and spoilt gate. Ash! This entire scene shocked me, because I hadn’t realized my
university campus like the nest of a bird. Subsequently there was only one
building of this kind, thus I thought it was reserved only for one department, but
then from the gate keeper I came to distinguish that the building was reserved
for five departments with two rooms for each. Someone showed me the rooms
available for ‘School of Legal Studies’ and in the mean time I found that the
building was jam packed by students of all five departments, who like me also
seemed dejected by their (big!)
campus. With this my journey of five years integrated law at Central University
started, besides I silently buried my expectations of ‘Fantasy University Campus’ on the gate of that block of University.
Being the high school pass out I was quite zealous about the versatile University
campus but what I got was like the same school building, where I hit the road
for bigger dream of the University and this made me feel like I have been
promoted to new class in my school….!!!
Although being upset for not getting what I had expected, I
got something more mesmerizing and undreamed-of. Absolutely… and that was the genus of gift which was endowed to me
in the form of tutors and my own batch buddies of the School of Legal Studies, CuK. Perhaps, this gift was bequeathed to
me for being aggrieved of the amenities which are vital for the university
level students. I didn’t get what I had anticipated
but what I got was & is acceptable replacement for all that I looked-for.
The teachers here I got were perfect for my guidance and hardly anyone can
replace their adoration towards the students. Wow! I can fairly recall the scene of our first year; that startled
environment of our class and the acute supervision of our teachers which at
that time made us to beat the time also.
Oh! How can I forget to comment upon that motherly assertiveness of our
beloved ma’am “Asst. Prof. Gul-Afroz”, who used to teach us three subjects and
in each session she was having the apt avatar. Bravo! It provides me an immense pleasure to inscribe about our
other teachers too. They were great and solely resilient towards our learning.
They used to motivate us each and every time by every possible approach. Occasionally
they make us to watch documentaries, even in the class room. I can still dredge
up every such thing, but trust me it makes me emotive every movement I think of
those times and I wish to live them again, as now I realize the significance of
those priceless days.
With the passing of first year and shifting of the University
block to Zanakote, some things got thinned down. Because, now we were the seniors and our attitude towards the
studies has reformed. Perhaps, now we
comprehended ourselves as University students. May be, it was because the building we were recently shifted-to was
big, and here in Zanakote, our 2nd university-block was surrounded
with paddy fields or here library was a slight bigger than the first one. One
more horrible stance with this block of University is the accident of my few
batch mates on the passing-by national highway, which still makes me scared and
at that time made me felt like we won’t survive until the last semester. Apart
from this, often times students used to stuck in the traffic jam and eventually
reach late to the classes. Due to the escalation of burden of studies (don’t be stunned!), and University campus
being situated in the out skirts of city, I felt like our three semesters at Zanakote
passed more quickly than first year of our degree.
As soon as our campus moved to Nowgam, where everything as related
to aforementioned blocks was much satisfying, however… not as much worthy that it could wipe-out my memories of
previous places. Impulsively at Nowgam block, I started to become conscious
about the passing of halfway journey of our degree, but time here also went too
fast and I till the last semester of my degree could not feel that soon I have
to leave the family which was worth a gift to me for last five years. It may be
because I tried to gear up myself to handle the different assignments necessary
for my course of law. But wait... how it is possible? For, I could not easily
gather my serenity to daunt of our teachers like ‘Burhan Sir’. He off and on used to scold us in order to
see the improvisation on our part. I would love to listen to him again but I
know time will never allow me a one more chance, even if I wish to. I could not
get enough time to be guided under the patronage of our respected Head of
Department ‘Dr. Sheikh Showkat’. At the verge of my degree, now I realized the
importance of being the student of ‘Mubashir Sir’, ‘Mashooq Sir’, and ‘Dr. Mudasir
Sir’. I still wish to take the prolific words of advice from ‘Dr. Rehana Ma’am’
and ‘Unanza Ma’am’. It was always nice to get encouraged by the ‘Hilal Sir’. Actually
due to this keen attention & sober attitude of our teachers I always felt
like I study in a preparatory school and not in a University.
Last but not least; as is said that people come and go, like the waves
of ocean; but there are some whom you want to retain in your life. And, those whom I wish to retain in my life
are my
batch mates. Yes, you read it right…. They always were grateful and humble to me. In
fact, they form the family of mine. I learnt innumerable things from them; they
all are wise and unique in persona. They made me felt the value of
collectiveness and how it looks to be social. I acknowledge that sometimes
there were some differences but at the same instance I always felt their
truthfulness to each other. I have always observed that whatever riffs there
happen to be were all immaterial. These
guys were unified, gutsy, compassionate, sympathetic and mostly amusing enough
to become everyone’s favorite. Wish I should not leave this family, but I
know it is the established precedent of life that we have to move on to
continue the journey of life. I cannot stop anyone of them even I cannot pray
that they shouldn’t leave me. I hope the moments we lived together remain olive
forever. And always stay blessed wherever they go. I pray to my Almighty Allah!
to confer my batch mates with bigger triumphs and long endurances. …………….Cheerios...!!!
Regards…..
Mashooq
Yousuf Malik
Batch:
2011-2016
Email: mashooq.law@gmail.com
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