As I took the last glance of the majestic clock tower of Sherubtse College today, memoirs reeled back to the first day to the last night at this peak of learning. I remember the sleepless nights as a fresher because of the unpredictable yet inevitable knock on the doors. As a sophomore, we became more nocturnal as we endured hard our quest to become familiar to Zhingkham, Thragom, Pangthang, White House and other hallmarks of Kanglung borne out of Sherubtseans’ wit and worthiness. And as a senior, the workload held us awake till the dawn broke at times. Thus, the transformation of nights from an empty-headed nocturnal to a busy-headed Collegian happened in those three years. As I reflect today, the clear nights were filled with twinkling stars of merry-making while whilst bright days were the simulacrum of classes and assignments.
See-sawing on these diabolic extremes,
the three-year muse has come to an abrupt end. In fact, it is as if the
sixteen years of schooling came to an end and the commencement of yet another stage
of life. I encountered many great people extending a warm welcome to the real
world. A world of individualism and race for livelihood has embraced us now.
Like in the College, no one would give us a pence rather empty hands would
stretch. Nobody would cook and wait for us but have to cook for those who came
hungry and expecting a mouth of food. Suddenly, everything has started to gradually
embark on its natural pace. This is taking me back to the very pool of
apprehensions which I suffered from, three years ago.
I still remember those days of an intense uneasy feeling in our home. My parents would question me if there were
any chances of getting enrolled in Sherubtse College every night. That left me
broken down into pieces because there were 1521 who ranked above mine. The silence was the only best answer I could afford them shattering their dreams. Beyond
midnight, I would stare at the screen, waiting for my rank to lessen multifold.
I wished 0 had the gravitational force at that moment. To my amazement, Einstein’s
gravitational energy discovered out of a falling apple proved irrelevant. Even
0 had that effect. I was fortunate enough to have made it to the point enough to
rope into Sherubtse among others who were close to 0. Since then, I remained
grateful for this premier institution in which the best of minds and creams are
trained and great people synthesized.
As I become one of the 6000 alumni,
Sherubtse College would remain core to my heart as the dearest alma mater of
all time. There are numerous reasons to count and hold dearest to my heart. One
of those is realizing my parents’ dream of having their son graduate from this
premier institution. I would add that it is not only the peak of learning but
also for being the pinnacle of beauty which painted our life beautiful with colourful
memories. Life is short, so I carry long memories today from Sherubtse!
With memories, I congratulate to the class of 2020 and wish best of luck in reality. let us never forget the sacrifice and investment made for the sake of one's education.
Penned down from Mongar.
