\u201cMay I come in sir?\u201d I asked bending down a little and maintaining a tone as servile as possible.<\/em><\/p>\n

A spectacled face nodded as the torso bearing it comforted itself on a chair in the Registrar\u2019s office. He was the Exam Controller of the University. I entered the office.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I am Anish Desai, ID Number so and so\u201d I said repeating after the Exam Controller as he read out those details from a pamphlet.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you want a branch change?\u201d he asked looking up to me. He as looked up, I had not only his attention but also the attention of two other people in the office sitting with him. They were the Dean and the Registrar.<\/em><\/p>\n

In a nervous voice I said, \u201cYes sir.\u201d I stopped, but then continued as I felt their eyes getting reflexes from the brain, which had in turn received a message from the ears which wanted to hear some more words from me. \u201cI am currently in IT. I want a branch change to CE.\u201d, I added.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re in SFI; there are seats in CE SFI. You\u2019re okay with it?\u201d the Dean said. \u201cYes sir, Yes Sir\u201d I said again in a submissive tone just to give my impression as a usual tamed DDU student.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, so find your name in the list and sign beside the ID number.\u201d the Exam Controller said handing over the pamphlet which adorned his hands formerly. I did it ardently, holding the pen as gentle and carefully as I would hold my child immediately after it were born. \u201cOkay, so from IT SFI to CE SFI\u201d, he said. \u201cYes sir, correct. From IT SFI to CE SFI\u201d. \u00a0It is always good to repeat things however boring it may seem when it comes to sensitive matters like branch change. \u201cOkay it\u2019s done, you can leave now\u201d, the Dean said. \u201cThank you sir\u201d, I said twice again bowing down as much as my back allowed, following the trend of servility in DDU students. I should have repeated it thrice though as there were three authorities, but they were people too high in stature to mind such petty things. I left the room with my nervous steps advancing towards the door.<\/em><\/p>\n

Some fifty odd students waited outside, some of them in a queue of excitement and expectations of a BRANCH CHANGE. My eyes looked down, sad and bewildered over the panorama of past five minutes. My eyes looked for Bhargav, the person whom I called a best friend and actually meant the superlative it when I prefixed it with \u2018FRIEND\u2019. I rushed towards him, hugged him tight with my heart just overflowing with mixed emotions. We stayed clasped to each other from some thirty seconds. I shed a tear or two when I held my head on his shoulder, but manage to wipe them off so he couldn\u2019t see them. I had a repute of a stud after all.<\/em><\/p>\n

This was 8^{th<\/sup> July, 2011 \u2013 the day of BRANCH CHANGE, a religious day in DDU, when you could wash all your previous academic sins by diving in the river called – BRANCH CHANGE. I dove, not with a will but with obligations.<\/p>\n}

26^{th<\/sup> July 2010 was our first day in DDU. I had got my admission in IT Engineering, the branch I loved and was most passionate to get into. I kept announcing the merits of IT Engineering, some factual, some by my own fancy through various mediums \u2013 blogs, FB comments and ofcourse the best mode of publicity \u2013WORD of MOUTH. I had got into DDU (DDIT), one of the most reputed Engineering Institutes the state had and I felt God had blessed me with more than I had prayed for. I was all quenched till 26th<\/sup> July 2010\u2019s night till a conversation between me and dad happened.<\/p>\n}

I sat with mom dad that night, discussing about the orientation day in college, future life, placements and so much as a repercussion of my oven-fresh college mania. \u201cSo you finally get into DDIT, IT Engineering\u201d, dad said with a neutral sigh. \u201cYes, I do. Feels good.\u201d I said in my reply. \u201cWe had filled for Computer Engineering in choice filling right? You didn\u2019t get it though.\u201d he said reminding me that I had not made into one of the highest cut-off options of admissions. \u201cYes, but IT is almost like CE. You\u2019ve same subjects, same job prospects, just the name differs. It\u2019s equally good\u201d I said expressing my content for IT. \u201cOkay, so IT is final right, you cannot get a change, reshuffling something?\u201d he said in semi-inquisitive tone. \u201cWell yes, there are things like BRANCH CHANGE. You come into some Top 5 in your branch as the VC said in his speech and you\u2019re offered a BRANCH CHANGE\u201d I said informing. \u201cOh okay, but Top 5…. Seeing your hard work so far, I don\u2019t think you\u2019re gonna make it anyway.\u201d he scoffed. I had paused for several minutes before my next reply as I felt extremely ridiculed. He said the previous statement as if I had flunked in my 12^{th<\/sup> standard. \u201cWell, let\u2019s see\u201d, I gave an uninteresting reply to end a conversation which I was not liking any more.<\/p>\n}

I had forgotten this conversation and commenced my DDU Days. But that conversation had conquered my second mind (the one which Paulo Coelho talks about in \u201cThe Valkyries\u201d). Unconsciously I had been thinking about that all day and night till a year. I never wanted to mug and cram in college like the so called brilliant ones do. Studying every day, regular journals, assignments and homework were something that Anish never did. I didn\u2019t spoil my own image in my mind and continued not doing things that a typical Anish never did. But still I somehow scored well in exams by God’s grace. I scored even more lavishly in the 2^{nd<\/sup> Sem. I was informed about my 2nd<\/sup> Sem results on phone by Bhargav.<\/p>\n}

I was in Mumbai then in Oberoi Mall, Goregaon with her. I was discussing life with her and life was what came up soon then. I informed her of my results and we celebrated together, the best thing that could ever happen to me. I had previously informed her that I would not want a branch change. I wanted to be IT\u2019s kid. If I took a branch change, I would feel like a traitor. There was a Prof. in IT department who had some good feelings for me. I performed well in his subject and he had been very good, kind and concerned about me. He was once very happy as I had solved a tough program and he told me, \u201cYou know, I see a bright future for you. I will be seeing you till 8^{th<\/sup> Sem. And I see you getting a very good placement.\u201d I felt like a son to him. He felt like a father who was telling his son that he would one day find a very good girl for him. But as soon as the thought of branch change came to my mind, I felt like that son who would be informing his father that he had already found a girl for himself.<\/em><\/p>\n}

5^{th<\/sup> July 2011 – the college reopened in third semester. The notice on center foyer read that the branch change forms were now available. That night I asked dad if I should apply for one. \u201cOfcourse\u201d he said. The next day I filled the branch change form with preferences and submitted, taking a leap of faith. Two days from 6th<\/sup> to 8th<\/sup> July, I thought and thought relentlessly. I had parents on one end, who might be extremely happy I could get into CE. DDIT\u2019s CE had one of the highest cut-offs in the state and no wonder why people went too gaga about it. Their happiness is what had meant the most in my life. Seeing a smile on their face was my 1st<\/sup> Rank and my FIRST CLASS DISTINCTION. Hardly anything else could make them happier than my BRANCH CHANGE to CE. On the other end, I imagined a girl who was waiting for me to be hers, my wife-to-be who also meant the most to me. I had to be able enough to take her responsibility. That meant having better placements and better job prospects. Most of my friends suggested that CE had all that. I hardly needed any more incentives to make my mind up for CE, provided it was offered to me.<\/p>\n}

Time and destiny opened their cards on 8^{th<\/sup> July, 2011. The BRANCH CHANGE merit list was put up in the morning that day; I was 7th<\/sup> in the list. The rumors said TOP 10 in the list made it. The offer came and I accepted. I hugged Bhargav, the person whom I was going to miss the most in CE. \u201cYou\u2019re not in IT, but CE now.\u201d I said to myself several times before I dialed mom and dad to give them the news. Needless to cite that they were more than happy. Mom did notice the ‘speaking silence’ in my voice. Ofcourse mothers are mothers, they can beat Gods too, and sons are mere mortals.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n}

The day had changed a lot of things. I entered DDU as IT\u2019s baby but I will pass out as CE\u2019s product. IT had given me a lot \u2013 Friends, Well Wishers and above all, its investment of lifetime in me \u2013THE MEMORIES. I still miss all that. But at the same time let me tell you, I\u2019ve received a lot of love from my friends in CE too. They made me feel equally \u2018their and there\u2019. It\u2019s a year today since then and the saga is still on. But 8^{th<\/sup> July was one day that had changed it all. I woke up as an IT Engineer and I slept being a Computer Engineer\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n}

Love & Regards,<\/p>\n

Anish.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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