The Silent Witness

The Carob Tree of Ranade Institute 

Beyond the historic walls of the Ranade Institute, where the spirit of journalism thrives, stands an unassuming yet firm guardian, the carob tree. Planted nearly three decades ago, this tree has been more than just a part of the campus; it has been a silent observer of the transformation of countless students into seasoned journalists.  

Under its vast canopy, students have gathered in engaging conversations, exchanging ideas, debating ethics, and dreaming of breaking the next big story. It has stood tall, watching freshers arrive with wide-eyed enthusiasm, unsure of what the future holds. It has also witnessed their nervous pacing before exams, frantic revisions of notes, and sighs of relief after submitting assignments.  

But the carob tree has not just seen academic struggles; it has been a witness to emotions that define the journey of student life. The quiet murmurs of friendships forming, the bursts of laughter after a lighthearted joke, and the occasional heated debates that tested bonds, it has seen it all. The tree has absorbed the echoes of students being appreciated for their work, their moments of self-doubt, and even the silent tears that shed after a disagreement between friends.  

For many, this tree has been a place of solace. It has provided shade to those lost in deep thought, perhaps wondering if they were cut out for the demanding world of journalism. It has overheard countless discussions about politics, media ethics, and the changing landscape of news. Even the first bylines of some now-renowned journalists were excitedly announced under its branches.  

And then, there are those who return. Successful journalists, reporters, and editors, once students who found refuge under this tree. They come back to relive the memories. They stand beneath it, reminiscing about the days when they sat here with their friends, dreaming of making an impact through their words.  

The carob tree is more than just a tree; it is a storyteller, holding within its rings the untold tales of those who have passed through the halls of Ranade Institute. As new batches of students arrive and old ones depart, it remains a constant. watching, listening, and standing as a testament to the ever-evolving journey of journalism.