"More Than a degree!"

 

The month was August and the year was 2024,

A season of admissions - UGs and PGs at the door.

I gave an exam and earned my chance,

MCA it was, Software Engineering by branch.

It was the mid-August when we were called in line,

For document verification, one step at a time.

We reached the campus in West Delhi,

And that very day, it was raining heavily.

 

I saw a lot of new faces, confidence in their eyes,

The verification felt endless, time just flew by.

After a few days the orientation happened,

And the class got divided into two different sections.

 

My name landed in the Section 2,

A whole different vibe, a totally new mood.

The concept of mass bunks felt unique,

We did in the first week, and the teachers freezed.

 

In a little while, everyone was introduced,

Small groups formed and hearts slowly fused.

Our section got one CR,

Who made our journey easier.

 

Everything went smooth till a rumor we heard,

Of one teacher the whole college feared.

During the breaks, she felt like a friend,

But during her class, pin-drop silence till the end.

 

All the classes were going well,

But the assignments were boring as hell.

They had to be done, no matter the cost,

Because CGPA matters the most.

 

Then came the season of exams,

Where notes mattered more than Instagram.

In practicals, questions were asked by examiner,

Peak moments of forgetting the answer.

 

There were 3 exams per semester,

And our soul went completely out of the character.

Winters arrived, craving warmth and heat,

And there I was, wrong date on my answer sheet.

 

So many cultures from different states,

After exams, everyone rushed home straight.

For few days the college went to silent mode,

After the vacations, we met a new app “POD”.

 

The placement season was ready to begin,

And here came “Gaurav” the hero of this season.

Full of confidence and trust,

Salute to the hard work he did for us.

 

Companies arrived and candidates got selected,

Few went away and everyone was rejected.

Sometimes we were full of fear and anxiety,

Because we weren’t able to fulfill the minimum eligibility.

 

The placements are still running,

I pray everyone goes onboarding.

We’ve come so far, still not tired,

Don’t worry guys, we’ll all get hired.

 

Every story finds its end,

And here we stand, my friend.

From the first semester to the last,

Time flew by, way too fast.

 

How can I forget the one and only “Cheetah Gang”,

Just text me whenever there’s a fun plan.

Not many pictures together,

But the memories will stay forever.

 

Classes will feel dull, there will not be any fun,

No hostler coming up late with interesting reason.

No assignments on paper,

No CR using them for his food and dinner.

 

The WhatsApp groups will slowly mute,

No gossips in library and metro routes.

Hostel rooms cold, PGs rooms freezed,

And the food of hostel mess will be missed.

 

Not long ago, we gave farewell to our seniors,

Look how fast time flies, now it’s time for ours.

Had an amazing journey with each and every one,

All the best for your future, go shine and have a great one!

 

This poem is a small attempt to capture the journey, chaos, friendships, and memories of our MCA life. What began as a course turned into an experience I’ll always carry with me. Feel free to share your campus stories in the comments below.

Thanks for reading!