Junoon - The Photography Club Of NSUT

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Address: Dwa, IN
Telephone: +916396841090

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President Managerial
Prakash Choudhary

President Operational
Sankalp Roy

Vice President
A***n Maurya

Vice President
Bhavya Singh

General Secretary
Rohan Singh

Joint General Secretary
Kartikeya Chhikara

Editor-In-Chief
Bhavya Mittal

Head Technical Dept. Amrutanshu Tyagi
Jatin Rawat

Head Event Management
Kartikeya Gupta

Head Design
Darsh Mittal

Head External Affairs
Priyanka

Head Media De

pt. Devanshi Sharma

Head Creative
Ayush Kumar

Head Public Relations
Divy Kant

Senior Executive Members
Pratap Ranjan
Pranav Chauhan
Adarsh Kumar
Harsh Tomar
Tanuj Vats
Yashasvee Suri

03/06/2026

“College khatam ho rha hai” - This was the thought that was stuck in my head on 14th May, a day before BTP. Obviously I was not able to sleep that night because all the bittersweet memories kept flashing through and my heart was not willing to accept that we were already experiencing the lasts of everything related to college life.

All of it started with “Bhaiya APJ 5 kidhar hai?” and little did I know that APJ 5 mein life itna crazy turn lene wali hai. First day CR bann chuka tha, aur 1st sem mein ECE-1 mein jitni classes hui thi usse zyada shayad cancel hui hongi. 2nd sem tak aate ye clear ho gaya tha ki electronics to mere se hogi nahi, to padhayi bas itni karni hai ki CGPA decent bani rahe.

Pehli baar Moksha dekha, aur admin pe lagi bheed dekh kar samajh aata tha ki NSUT sirf classes aur assignments se kahi zyada hai. Junoon mein covering team ko VIP access milta tha, aur bas wahi se start hua. 23rd March 2023 ko pehla event cover kiya, and never looked back.

2nd and 3rd year ka best part yahi tha ki sab kuch bohot spontaneous tha. Moksha, Reso, Junoon, IEEE, Ethnic Day aur inn sab ke beech semester exams, CTs, labs, viva. In retrospect, when I think about this, bas yahi lagta hai ki shayad is spontaneity aur chaos mein hi college life ka asli thrill tha.

4th year Placement, BTP aur Junoon ki file pass karwane mein nikal gaya. Har effort worth tha because I knew it was the last sprint of a marathon. 15th May ki raat zero regrets the, bas yaadon se bhara ek bag. Pool mein Harshwardhan gang ke saath farewell hugs.

To my juniors: I know it is difficult to hold too many things at one time, but don't give up. Tough times will pass, and you will have fun again when you get past them.
Mentions: Ram Niwas PG boys (Gang), Moksha 2025, DL9SBV2678, last farewell party, Ethnic ki file, OG Dard Samaaj members (who made Banaras possible), Allen sir, Akshana ma’am ke saath scooty rides, Arsh sir aur Wardhan sir ke words of wisdom.
Thank You Maa and Papa

College khatam hua and it all made sense: “Teri kismat da likhya tere to kho ni sakda, je rabb di mehr hove te tenu o vi milju jo tera ho ni sakda”

Signing off,
Suyash Sharthi
ECE’26

03/06/2026

“I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them.”
College start hone se pehle hi decide kar liya tha ki photography karni hai. Search kiya toh “JUNOON” dikha, Covering Team join kari… aur fir bas, kahani chalti gayi.
Photography kitni seekhi pata nahi, but yaha jo confidence, pyaar aur apne log mile na… that honestly changed me more than anything else.
Banaras trip, 5 baje uthke parade cover karna, Yamuna ghat sunsets, photowalks pe photography ke alawa literally sab kuch karna were some of the most enriching moments of my life.

Grateful to all my seniors, padhai se leke party tak sab sikhaya.
Arsh sir ka “contest dede”, Harshwardhan sir ke saath DDUC wali chai, Ansh, Udit aur Duhan sir ke saath parties, videography seekhna, and all the random chaos in between… gonna miss all of it so much. Aap logo ke support ke bina na Moksha survive hota, na society life itni memorable banti.
Vanshika is genuinely the sweetest and most positive person I know. Thanks for handling all my BTs and Roz ka dal makhani, kadhai paneer dinners, subah Rawal ke aloo parathe, Udaipur ka sunset, random movie plans, and flat parties, they are some of the happiest memories I’m taking from college.
Himanshi, my official CGPA saver, thank you for tolerating me since my first year.
Aur Abhay bhai, tere bina BTech ki classes mein toh sach mein maut ho jaati. Aur haan, bike bhi ab theek-thaak chala leta hoon teri wajah se.
Tripod ka safar hostel se 2 saal, 2 flats aur finally BTP wale meetups tak. Safar lamba tha, chaotic tha, but it taught me so much ki ab life se itna darr nahi lagta.
McLeodganj, Dehradun trips, flat ki roof pe random deep talks, raat ko gaadi utha ke bina plan nikal jaana… sab hoga, but “woh wali baat” shayad fir kabhi nahi hogi.
College ne ek cheez zaroor sikha di: “jitni galtiyan kar sakte ho karo, sab try karo, sab seekho, meet people, take risks, and just let life happen.”
NSUT, thank you for giving me people, memories, and a version of myself I’ll always be proud of.

TATA,
Prabhav Tomar
CSE’26

02/06/2026

I chose this college with thoughts of my next steps still safely ahead. I packed up my bags, bid my
farewells, and moved to this foreign, unwelcoming place that I have to call home now. It's been
three years since then. The future is not what I thought it would be, but writing this down makes me
feel warm for all that this place has given me, and more hopeful for the things that are to come.

Fate has been kind and blessed me to be surrounded by the right people at the right time: an amazing roommate whom I now consider a brother, friends in class who took care of my unrelenting tendency to avoid lectures, and PG boys who opened my eyes to diverse new perspectives. I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for all our shenanigans!

Aimlessly wandering through different society applications, I was determined to avoid the
photography society at all costs, an act of defiance against my past self to try out new things in college. But alas! I wasn't a fit for the others. Junoon and I settled for each other, and I never looked back. Seniors, batchmates, and juniors — you are my heartbeat, and I wish nothing but the most
wonderful things for you all.

I spent the last few weeks of my time at this place running around with juniors and friends, shooting
a video that y'all might have seen. It's surprising how much I reminisce about such a recent memory;
it made me realise how easily little things make an impact on people, and what I value the most out
of all the time I spent here: connection. Nothing more.

So, cheers to everyone kind enough to be a part of this journey with me, volunteering or otherwise.
You have become a part of me now, and I will cherish the moments we shared for the rest of my
lifetime.

I'll never forget how warm it made me feel.

Signing off,
Karn Rawal
BBA’26

02/06/2026

"Ye station Dwarka Mor hai; darwaze baaye taraf khulenge."

The holy women's coach, unique fashion of commuters, some drowsy with sleep, some eager to spill chatpati gossips. That is where it hit me to write my honsut caption. Why was I there on my last day in Delhi? Not to catch my flight but all for a vain attempt to soak in every bit of the Delhi vibe, the city I was once afraid of.

The idea of a ‘Bihari boi in Delhi’ felt like the setup for a comedy where I dreaded being the lead. Still, all I remember is having the most peaceful sleep despite all the first-day college jitters in room 03, shared with three strangers who had nothing in common. And if that wasn’t enough, I had ‘katta’ aimed at me from the room above and a pair of ‘anacondas’ ready to coddle me from across the hall. To balance the mahila mandal, the characters of 'Hum aur Kaun?' walked into my life.

College unfolded in ways I never planned in my mind, yet it all makes perfect sense now. Branch upgradation gave me 6ft of rajma chawal; the content dept recruitment form of JUNOON introduced photography and the drama I never knew I could handle. Somewhere between ranting to my maalik log (tae tae), I got introduced to my majdoors. By the end of 3rd year, 'college mid-life crisis' hits. One moment you're giving 'gyan' to juniors, the next you're bawling to seniors about placement and life decisions, wondering, 'Am I doing anything right?'
The choices, the experiences for which you once probably lied to your parents about, the mentality “ki dekh lenge,” these will be the weapons for your final fight. Embrace every side-quest, every hustle, without worrying about judgement so that one day you can smile and look back to say, “yaar ye hum pehli baar college mei kare tha.”

At the end, it's about you, the people who stood by you and the place you leave behind after this one heck of a journey. And to my people—Narangi, BT, pea brain, anacondass, sulli, rajma, lymric, 6ay om, raju ka pappu, AMUL, rawal, kaveri, DDUC, NSUT (u beaut) and my cutu juniors—thank you, and I hope it's not the end.

(After reviewing hundreds of honsut, my time has come.)

Signing off,
Yashika Gupta
EE-1'26

01/06/2026

Ugh, another farewell. Except this time, I’m the one leaving.

Letting go has always been my weak point. I've spent years hoarding digital clutter, fighting "storage full" pop-ups to hold onto moments that are already gone, and here I am trying to fit four years into a caption. Honestly? I can't, and I won't even try.

Walking through this place one last time hits different. Every step felt like I was stepping over little pieces of memories scattered everywhere. When I looked around, I could see all of us. Every corner had a story. Sprinkler runs, pampering them puppies, and Nesci sesh while banging “thinking bout you”.

I used to hate these hostel walls. Genuinely, I felt like they trapped me. But God, was I wrong. This place was far from home, yet somehow became one. Watching this campus come alive season after season gave me this weird, quiet comfort, like it was silently looking out for us the whole time. I would've stayed in my bubble forever if it weren't for the people I found here. The brotherhood pulled me out of myself, and honestly? Without them, I wouldn't be who I am today.
I wrung every drop of life out of this campus. We broke rules, left our blue marks pressed into the red bricks, geeked out whenever we wanted to, and lived my truest life outside the margins of a syllabus. As for classrooms? Attendance and I were never really on speaking terms.

Junoon came like a special package to me, the seniors who had my back, friends I could count on, and juniors who kept surprising me. Grateful isn't enough. Y'all know who you are.

And for those of us who lived through them furious, chaotic days…it felt like the whole world was right here only to be widely swept away, for the rest of the time, it will be as if no one even knew we were ever here. May this sanctuary remain untouchable by rumours and be fuelled only by selfless love.
A final, quiet nod as I run out of characters: SS, CP, Rawals, ME1, DMVPSPARKS, and to all I posted on my spam.

Your local menace is fading out in silence. Taking nothing but an aching hiraeth with me and love and only love.

Babye
Shresth Mrinal
ME’26

01/06/2026

The weirdest part about college ending is realizing that the place which once felt so new, and unfamiliar, somehow became a version of home.

I came to NSUT unsure about choosing Design, but somewhere between trying to do everything, be everywhere, and making the most out of every little moment, these 4 years turned out even better than the version I had imagined in my head.

Joining Junoon was one of the best things that happened to me here. Banaras ki trippy trip, Photowalks, Ethnic Day, Harshwardhan sir ki flat parties, Arsh sir ka “kaam karle” & Moksha ki saari BT sort karna - all of these became pieces of a college life I’ll look back on fondly. And somewhere in between all of this, I met a stranger who slowly became my favourite constant. Junoon gave me memories, people, and moments I’ll always cherish.

Somewhere between freezing winter hostel bench conversations, room no. 31-15-04-03 ke jury-all-nighters, and endless late-night campus walks, Kaveri gave me some of the warmest corners of college life.
Half of my college life was “chal bahar chalte hain”. Dinner ke baad roz ka Amul-Nescafe run, class ke beech mein randomly Vegas nikal jaana, and G-Town ka chaotic nightout. None of these moments felt extraordinary while they were happening, but somehow they became the memories that made college life feel special.

“Ek Aur Dihadi” ke volunteering days to the three of us somehow becoming Moksha Design Heads together, truly the most chaotic full-circle moment.

And lastly, to Prabhav - thank you for being there throughout this rollercoaster journey and never leaving my side. Nescafe ki maggi, LTS, Rawal ke paranthe, Wendy’s, random Vegas shopping sprees, campus walks, movie nights, Banaras ki scooty rides, City Palace, and those flat parties are some of my favourite memories that I’ll carry with me. College would’ve felt incomplete without you.

If there’s one thing NSUT taught me, it’s to always say yes to random plans, late-night conversations, and impulsive trips. There will be lows, there will be overwhelming days, but somehow the highs always make it worth it in the end.

Signing Off
Vanshika Vijaywargi,
B.Des’26

31/05/2026

So this time I have to pack my emotions with my bags? Not a big deal, I have been doing this since
my childhood.

Honestly, my college experience was such a rollercoaster with crests and troughs that decoding it
requires a literal knowledge of Fourier Transforms. But if you know me, you know that I have short
hands in ECE, so I think I have to unfold my journey for you without FT.

I came here with 2 suitcases and a bucket list (some are marked, some are still finding a way to
breathe and survive). But here I am, vacating my hostel with 4 suitcases and a rucksack full of
emotions, memories, photos, souvenirs, and a bunch of characters.

Memories? Man, where do I even start? From making friends in the hostel mess to saying goodbye
to them at the North Gate; from a hostel party to Wardhan Sir's flat party to Junoon's farewell party;
from being babied by my seniors to taking care of my juniors; from covering events in Moksha to
being Head Of Media in Moksha; from randomly trying chai at DDUC on New Year to constant chai
runs; from a Photowalk to a Banaras Trip; from submitting an affidavit to finally submitting my BTP
project, from trying to be a photographer like Farhan of this college, but ended up being
academically like him (Lol).

The characters I found here are more than the allowed character count for this caption.
Unfortunately, I can't mention them all here, but it would be a lie if I didn't say this: I'm already
missing you guys (seniors, batchmates, and my lovely juniors).

At the end I'll just conclude this by saying that
"NSUT was just a layover — the destination is still miles away."
And as Bunny from YJHD said:
"Kahin pe pahunchne ke liye, kahin se nikalna bohot zaroori hota hai.
Sahi waqt pe kat lena chahiye, nahi toh gile-shikwe hone lagte hain."

So,
Bye-bye.
"Live the moment, lock the frame. Don’t pack up the lens until the journey ends."

Signing off,
Om Kumar Sharma
ECE’26

31/05/2026

I thought writing this would be easy but sitting down to sum up these past few years is genuinely overwhelming.

Moving into the hostel after two miserable weeks of commuting felt like unlocking a brand new map. Tutorial khatam. From passing around a controller to defeat a boss with my kind of nerds, to them becoming my constants for mess ka khana, campus walks, fests and Triund trek, it all happened way too fast.

Phir aaya society phase. After getting rejected everywhere, hearing Prakash sir say “Yeh karlega” in my Junoon interview started something very core to me. My days became about photowalks and running around with gimbals, while evenings went into meets and watching Nescii sunsets.

Sophomore year brought the long hair phase (never again) and a destroyed sleep cycle.
But Junoon was the best part - Banaras trip, getting to cover artists from up close, editing Moksha reels late into the night with videography peeps, and those committee room vibes that made it totally worth it. Eventually stepping up as DOP in Reso gave me a real sense of belonging.

Then came New Year '25, bringing with it a plot twist I genuinely didn't see coming. To the one who went from just sharing the frame with me to completely hijacking my focus, thank you for barging into my life and making the rest of my college life more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

I will miss the campus a lot but the thing I will miss the most are the people.
Huge shoutout to Unethical bois for coping with me from start to finish, seriously wouldn’t have survived without you guys…kaafi mazze kare yaar. I will never forget that snowfall in Chopta and the absolute banger Goa trip.

To my seniors, thanks for always believing in me, you all inspired me way more than you can imagine
To my fellow Junoobies, I so enjoyed chasing sunsets, vibing, and pulling off crazy shoots with you all.
To my juniors, you all are so talented, never stop clicking.

GGs,
Abhinav Diwakar
IT’26

30/05/2026

13 societies, 4 fests, 8 internships and 0 stability. But relax, it’s not a LinkedIn bio.

These 4 years were an absolute rollercoaster. I came in clueless, leaving as a designer who still questions her life choices daily. But yaasss, Junoon taught me Photoshop, so at least my existential dread looks aesthetically pleasing on a resume.

Shoutout to initial sems, where my entire personality was just going to the TT room to socialise with the most random strangers. 10/10, no regrets.

Being in Junoon was the most exciting part. To seniors, zamnnn, you were elite. Itna DOD bhi nhi sikha paaya, jitna design yahan seekha hai. Grateful for all of it, especially the parties and the people.

Kaveri Hostel Room 21 gave aloo chaat dance, jammings, mess ki baatein, late-night breakdowns that somehow ended in khikhee's, and losing alcohol virginity with that constant girl (history was made). Core memories fr!

Bestie saw it all. The worst, the best and still chose to be my anchor. From our endless walks, random dancing, sketching marathons, and design discussions I can't even count anymore. You're hands-down the best thing NSUT gave me.

The cutest guy who held my sanity together every time life got too overwhelming. From random food hunts and peak Dilli bhraman to photowalks and nonstop masti, you somehow survived all my drama without filing a complaint.

Ngl, gonna miss this campus a lot. The rain walks, rustling leaves, ghonchu cats, random uke sessions and those tharki peacocks who saw way too much. NSUT really gave me chaos, personality upgrade and enough memories for 5 seasons.

Special mentions: DoD, SC, Ethnic day, Admin jamming, Akshana ma'am ka cam, Reso Dihadi, Arsh sir ki Moksha majdoori, Sports trips, Jaipur, Chess NZ, CC, Vegas, Park, Chetan momos, Dwarka mor, late-night meets, Ananya ka bed, i5 laptop, and many more.

Signing off with below 75% attendance!
Juhi Jayaswal
B.Des'26

30/05/2026

I once read a Dostoevsky line about how most unhappiness comes from things left unsaid. I think that is why I am writing this now, before college ends and all of us become people who “should catch up sometime” but probably won’t.

I came to college thinking I would leave with a degree, maybe a job if things worked out, and maybe a slightly better version of myself. I did not expect to leave with entire pieces of other people stitched into me because college happened in very strange ways and none of the important parts were ever really happening inside classrooms.

It happened in 3 a.m. corridor conversations before submissions, in shared playlists, in sitting beside someone during a breakdown and pretending both of you were completely fine because neither of you knew what else to do, in proxy attendance, in group projects that should have ended friendships but somehow made them stronger, and in hearing someone say “reach hostel and text me”. And somewhere in between all of this, I changed. I guess that is just what growing up actually looks like. Nobody tells you that whole phases of your life can end without closure and that sometimes the people who changed you the most were just the ones who kept showing up every day.

I picked up people’s phrases without realizing it. Their music taste, their comfort foods, their ways of coping, their sleeping schedules, their emotional damage, their laughter. Somewhere along the way, all of this, these people, the chaos, the overthinking, the eating Maggi at unholy hours; everything became home.

Funny thing is, I barely remember the important moments properly because instead, I remember the laughing during some of the worst weeks of my life, the sitting on hostel floors talking about absolutely nothing at 2 a.m. because none of us wanted to sleep yet, I remember the strange sadness of realizing a moment is ending while you are still inside it.

Thank you, Junoon, Moksha Chumbak, Sewak Park Sasti Masti, Kasol Trip, DoD, Girlies and 3 Idiotettes, for becoming family.

Signing off,
Aatmashri Sanyal
B.Des’26

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