When I recap my college days I cannot disregard
my debt to my college.
At times I feel guilty to think how wrongfully I used to join my classmates in disparaging my Alma Mater.
I had issues with several things, but now I feel how insensitive I had been during my college days.
My obligation to my college has indeed been great for even on a perfunctory appraisal.
Today if I enjoy an intellectual status in the society I owe it to my professors. Their lectures were perpetually a source of valued information and inspiration.
Some of the lectures stimulated my deliberations and disciplined my brain, showing my priceless trajectories and insinuations to propel my career along prolific lines.
Not to mention they aided me to develop my mind and to have a rational attitude towards things.
Moreover, my college has given me valuable lessons in conduct and discipline. During my fresher days I used to be a rustic and short-tempered boy but now I am thoroughly urbanized.
My teachers helped me to overcome my impudence, my defects in departments and taught me the value of discipline and politeness.
My college has given me a passport to the globe at large. As an honors graduate I have earned as cultural distinction, a professional proficiency and a social esteem.
When I rewind in retrospect to my college days, I profusely feel conscious of the great debt I owe to my college and my teachers.
It has not been given me in a chunk in a substantial form. It has been attained from day to day, from hour to hour.
For three years on the trot I have caught it from the flying words of my professors and have absorbed it from the indefinable ambiance that encompasses the halls and corridors of my college.
I have acquired it from my connection with classmates.
I have been molded imperceptibly into what I am right now and if I am not better, the fault lies in me.