"When its time for you to venture out, don't let fear have you looking back at what you're leaving behind". Moving into college and moving away from home, was a new dawn in our lives. The celtic myths, inquisitive curiosity and a will to learn new things in life was the first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise. Having these thoughts, we were here in Pantnagar, a campus amidst verdure and calmness in the air.
The trail of memories is a diary that we all cradle in the womb of our heart and our diary of innocent selfless friendships, playful mischiefs, fresh insights was just unscrambled with the whiff of fresh leaves waiting to be inked with the untasted flavours of ever new experiences. Embracing every chance of contentment, we were enduring the upcomings which were being offered to us in the campus, and were busy whistling our joyousness at the fun fests with our new flock of buddies. Besides the busy eight to five college schedule, there was a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction, pursuing any given task, had it been a trail of monotonous chores or exhilarating jobs. The chapter of our freshmen year was just at the verge of adjournment and we were scribbling those wonderful experiences on the soft clay of our psyche when a notice slipped in regarding the inductions of SPIC MACAY, Pantnagar Chapter and the beautiful journey began.
Nervous, excited and thrilled at the same time, we were there, ready to witness the inductions grasping the nitty gritty of the society and adhering to the professionalism carried as a badge by each member of the society. Inductions were a part where we found out who we are; our strengths, weaknesses, caliber and areas of interest. We were then informed about the selection through a notice which was put in every hostel of the university.
We attended the first full body meeting and knew that sometimes our lives have to be completely shaken up and changed when the first glimpse of responsibility was laid on our shoulders. We were anxious of the new ventures that were going to whizzle our doorstep. These were the experiences of our first full body meeting. Our seniors were so welcoming and affectionate. Being in SPIC MACAY, Pantnagar Chapter all in all renders a sense of belonging.
Soon came the time to bid farewell to our seniors. The aura contained in itself a sense of joy and grief at the same time. The shine in the eyes of our respected final year, was a sign that the performances by their juniors were compelling their minds to play a flashback of their memories from dusk till dawn. Then, our final year unlatched their treasured chest of reminiscence. There were emotions flowing in the vicinity. Their experiences aspired us so much that we were craved to learn every single whit of wisdom. Their distinctive vibes which illuminated our minds showcased by itself that they were incarnated, known for their wit, erudition, and technical skills and distinct from the layman. Our society will always retain this magical aura. It was hard to say goodbye to seniors yet, they made us realise that it's time to start afresh and trust the mystic of beginnings.
In a balanced organisation working towards a common adjective, there is success. Now was the time to fasten up to the responsibilities heeding our way. Under the guidance of mentors, we were being groomed for upcoming challenges through a workshop conducted by society members. The pieces were now being connected in our heads about what to do and how to do. We were acknowledged that we have been the pieces of charcoal and we can handle stress exceptionally well in the near future, this new outlook was instilled in our minds.
After the workshop, to perceive more about our society, we were assigned the task of making invitation cards for teachers day and also the organization of artist evening, PRASTUTI'18, which embarked the presence of divine Padmashree Ranjana Gauhar and her flawless disciples. Working together towards the same agenda, the body members, coming from diverse college backgrounds were integrated by the threads of unity forming a amalgamation and reflecting the diverse colors like a kaleidoscope does.
It feels great to be a part of a society rich in tradition, to be a part of our heritage, and a part of our culture. Influenced by modern culture, the more discourteous we try to be, the more we miss the part of ourselves. But SPIC MACAY is like a self repeating reminder to influence us about our ethnicity, our originality and our roots.
-Anshika Gahlaut, Priyanka Bhatt, Nikita, Sushmita Arya, Harsha Saxena, Ekta, Neha Padaliya
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