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Loharu to Pilani
Rajeev Arora
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Papa held my trunk tight in his hand, a dusty platform on an unknown land.
Loharu's train gave way to the road onto a bus where new life flowed.
Next to me sat a boy from the east, he offered a smile, shared his feast.
Strangers now, but something clicked, a name, a laugh, a future picked.
Pillani Gates, wide and still, rTree lined lanes straight and flat.
A warden waited with register thick, called out names with a sorting trick.
"Bhawan 5" and my world began like Hogwarts hats without the wand in hand.
More hats came by class and code, by native tongue and hometown rule.
First bus to Pillani, first look at the sky, rows of Bhawans where echoes lie.
The temple bells, the Shiv Ganga ring, museum lawns where voices sing.
It's love at first sight, this world so wide, with every step the past slides aside.
Each Loharu ride, a staircase turns to the campus where the soul returns.
For many of us it was day one, freedom frightening and fun.
No parents now to guide the way, we learn to fall and climb each day.
Lost with a map unsure what to say, we figured out our bills and tray.
From laundry tricks to waking late, Pilani taught not just a grade.
We found our clans in evening talks, in hostel wings and midnight walks.
From state and section to comic taste, new tribes formed in Pilani's embrace.
We came as toppers shy or loud and melted into the growing crowd.
Language shared or silence too, this world had space for every you.
Some had never left their town, others were metro like a crown.
But here we met on equal sand and rode our story hand in hand.
Years will pass but this truth stays, that dusty road shaped our ways.
And every Loharu bus that came brought a soul who'd never be the same.
First bus to Pillani, first breath of a life.
From quiet minds to dreams in strife, the statue turns the cycle hums.
In every corner a heartbeat drums.
Each ride to campus, a ride begun, a journey shared, a rising sun.
Pillani is not just where we learn.
It's where we begin and return.
Lyrics, Music and Video: Rajeev Arora (Batch of 1976-81) (C) Akuna Media