Some not so random instant in my college life:
Today is a beautiful day, not because of the perfect weather nor owing to the fact that Maggi has returned to the Manipal campus, nor does it have anything to do with the wondrous flavors that waft off the shawarma stand at KC. What truly makes it wonderful is that today was my last exam of my life at MIT Manipal.
A lot has changed over these years at college, but some habits have remained constant. What me and a small group of people are headed off to do today, is to complete a cycle of habits that we have religiously followed as long as we have been at Manipal and hence conclude our journey with our team .
Today is a beautiful day, not because of the perfect weather nor owing to the fact that Maggi has returned to the Manipal campus, nor does it have anything to do with the wondrous flavors that waft off the shawarma stand at KC. What truly makes it wonderful is that today was my last exam of my life at MIT Manipal.
A lot has changed over these years at college, but some habits have remained constant. What me and a small group of people are headed off to do today, is to complete a cycle of habits that we have religiously followed as long as we have been at Manipal and hence conclude our journey with our team .
At the end of every end semester exam, there’s a small crowd that heads over to a place called the RM workshop against the tide the drearily drifts back to the comfort of their rooms. This small 30-odd crowd is the closest thing I have to family at Manipal. Today, with a heavy heart we bade our final goodbyes to this wondrous abode and the familiar faces with whom we have grown up with, into what we collectively call, RoboManipal.
At a point where I am today, you start to realize that perhaps Manipal for us was never beyond the confines of this group of like-minded geeks, all of whom would happily sacrifice anything for their love of robots. A spirit which passed from generation to generation in this minuscule group which for all purposes is, and always will be, my family.
At a point where I am today, you start to realize that perhaps Manipal for us was never beyond the confines of this group of like-minded geeks, all of whom would happily sacrifice anything for their love of robots. A spirit which passed from generation to generation in this minuscule group which for all purposes is, and always will be, my family.