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Another weekend - another nice article. The thoughts are pleasant and the contribution is from one of our freshest members of the net and the Oriya community in USA - from Cookeville, Tennessee, we are proud to present Dipak Rath and his memoirs of his UCE days.
This may make some ex-UCEans very nostalgic :-)
Finally, the review is another eulogy of his UCE days from S.K.Mohanty from California.
Enjoy and have a nice weekend.
Surjit Sahoo (11/17/95)
Then in the subsequent years freedom started becoming a reality. There was nothing like my final year stay in Burla. We had a palatial and marvelous hostel to stay in (new hostel). I can never lose possession of the precious memories of the KHATI on the new hostel lawn which ranged from question of GATE examination to the latest hindi pop. High up in my mind are the memories of our cultural festivals -- 3 to 4 days of nonstop entertainment and fun with the whole college decorated with lights. Everyone's spirits would be reaching dizzy heights to win the hefty cash prizes at stake in the countless competitions.
Most sort after hours of the day were the evenings when the Burla market would be swarming with Engg. guys. The whole gang would be split into groups in the two or three hotels (but we were proud of them) we had in the market. This time the khatti will be over the "chai" and "singada".
This is just an iota of the rich treasure of memories of those gem of days I am have shared with you and sincerely hope that you will like it, especially an ex-UCEIAN who will read this.
Time passes, Life changes but these feelings have remained as sweeter as brighter as we have seen it down the memory lane. In the walk of life we all achieve something, but the degree of satisfaction has hardly changed. N number of (varies from 20 to 200) hostel mates struggling to watch the cricket match on a B&W TV was more enjoyable than watching NFL live on a big-screen TV. Cycling all the way to REMED to have a quarter plate of chicken dopiaza with two pieces of Nan (was costing exactly Rs 10 at that time) is(was) any time better than a grand buffet.
Yes, the author has spoken about the brighter side of the engineering hostel life, so am I. Going down the memory lane why bother looking at the other side.
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