College-life implies a bouquet of colorful days. Though we didn’t have a single girl in our faculty yet, there were immense opportunities outside. New experiences waited in a totally different environment, new topics, new teachers and new friends.
At this age, I feel a little ashamed of myself while narrating the frivolous days of college life. There are some instances of my college days if I narrate here I wonder what image you would be knitting? However, since I am narrating an autobiography, I find no reason to hide and suppress. In the year 1963, H.S. Rawail produced a film Mere Mehboob with captivating lyrics by Shakeel Badayuni and melodious tunes by Naushad. The love story in a college setting was so masterly picturized that every filmgoer must have felt a kind of trance!
You might be recalling my fascination for film Junglee’s Saira Bano. This time, it was Sadhna to strike a chord in my heart. How flirtations we make! Shifting from Saira to Sadhna!
At that period one was supposed to obey the elders without any protest. I had to study Commerce though I wasn’t interested in it and it was in no way, just helpful in running the business. I had an inclination for literature, hence Arts could be the proper faculty. Arts faculty had its dividends too, glamorous faces, lectures in Hindi literature classes over love, beauty, painful parting. How interesting and delightful! Whereas I was in the desert of Commerce department wasting my youth. Yet, what was available at the moment was to be enjoyed with gratitude.
The final year of B.Com. (1966) was like the earlier ones, same classes, NCC and my own attitude, oscillating between studies and business. Alert in business and ‘take it easy’ attitude towards studies. Something unusual happened during the annual exams. Paper on Accounting was extremely easy and I was certain that I would secure about 90 numbers out of 100. However, when I saw the result, to my surprise, I had failed in the subject. My teachers, as well as colleagues too, were equally surprised because they knew about my proficiency in the subject. Everyone asked, ‘What went wrong?’ Three months later I appeared in the supplementary exam. I got through my career got a blot, my graduation degree was awarded as Pass division. I attended the convocation at Raipur. Donning the gown and had I got myself photographed in a studio. My desire to have the graduation degree printed with my name was fulfilled. This brought me to a crossroad, ‘What to do next?’
At this age, I feel a little ashamed of myself while narrating the frivolous days of college life. There are some instances of my college days if I narrate here I wonder what image you would be knitting? However, since I am narrating an autobiography, I find no reason to hide and suppress. In the year 1963, H.S. Rawail produced a film Mere Mehboob with captivating lyrics by Shakeel Badayuni and melodious tunes by Naushad. The love story in a college setting was so masterly picturized that every filmgoer must have felt a kind of trance!
You might be recalling my fascination for film Junglee’s Saira Bano. This time, it was Sadhna to strike a chord in my heart. How flirtations we make! Shifting from Saira to Sadhna!
At that period one was supposed to obey the elders without any protest. I had to study Commerce though I wasn’t interested in it and it was in no way, just helpful in running the business. I had an inclination for literature, hence Arts could be the proper faculty. Arts faculty had its dividends too, glamorous faces, lectures in Hindi literature classes over love, beauty, painful parting. How interesting and delightful! Whereas I was in the desert of Commerce department wasting my youth. Yet, what was available at the moment was to be enjoyed with gratitude.
The final year of B.Com. (1966) was like the earlier ones, same classes, NCC and my own attitude, oscillating between studies and business. Alert in business and ‘take it easy’ attitude towards studies. Something unusual happened during the annual exams. Paper on Accounting was extremely easy and I was certain that I would secure about 90 numbers out of 100. However, when I saw the result, to my surprise, I had failed in the subject. My teachers, as well as colleagues too, were equally surprised because they knew about my proficiency in the subject. Everyone asked, ‘What went wrong?’ Three months later I appeared in the supplementary exam. I got through my career got a blot, my graduation degree was awarded as Pass division. I attended the convocation at Raipur. Donning the gown and had I got myself photographed in a studio. My desire to have the graduation degree printed with my name was fulfilled. This brought me to a crossroad, ‘What to do next?’
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