Subash.M | Assistant Professor

This was not an educational tour. It was not even a planned escape. It was a pilgrimage quietly intense, physically demanding, and deeply personal. For five days, I walked from Munnar to Palani with my professors, not as a student ticking academic boxes, but as a seeker learning lessons no classroom could offer. Being my third year, I thought I knew the route, the people, and even the pain. I was wrong. The moment we began walking, I realised something powerful this journey was not only about burning calories, it was about burning rubbish unnecessary thoughts, ego, and foolish assumptions that quietly occupy our minds. Yes, my feet hurt badly, but Lord Muruga made the pain lighter than last year, as if reminding me that endurance grows when faith deepens. From misty hills to open landscapes, nature unfolded like a living text wild elephants, bison, deer, rivers, and streams crossed our path. Each sight felt symbolic. Life, too, demands that we pass through wild experiences unpredictabl...

Yesterday felt nothing less than magic to me. The day before yesterday, I received a call from the CEO of my college. I was asked to go to Chennai for an official assignment. Without a second thought, I said yes. One reason was respect for the responsibility given to me. The other reason was simple it was Chennai. Not just a city, but another home for me. A place filled with friends, family, memories, and most importantly, my Loyola College. The moment I reached my college campus, something changed inside me. I completely forgot about the official work that brought me there. I went straight back to where my heart belonged with my friends. Sitting in the same old place, eating breakfast at the hostel, talking casually, laughing without reason, meeting staff and coworkers, clicking pictures everything felt untouched by time. Those three years in Loyola were not just about studying lessons. In fact, they taught me much more than books ever could. They taught me what life truly is, how to ...