That was the terrible blow in last three years. I couldn't compromise with my emotions and principles. I tried my best to understand and recognize the feelings but I was helpless. I lost one of my friends. I told him that I was not comfortable with him and we should stop talking. Yes,It was necessary for me. I don't know whether he will understand or not but I hope time will heal the wounds.
"sab kuchh choota, sab kuchh toota
bas dard mere paas raha......"
February 27, 2005
February 22, 2005
February 18, 2005
Two different worlds across the crossing
Atal, Tarun and I went for a walk to Hijli station after dinner on Friday. In the meanwhile we were discussing about political matters and suddenly our discussion shifted to the scene across the railway crossing. There were two different worlds. For an IITian, One is more transparent while other is obscure and hard to accept. We found some huts with no electricity, naked kids were playing in cold weather, women were cooking on indigenous stoves and some where down the road girls attired in tatters which could barely be mistaken as clothing were laughing away. On the edge of the road a few people were gaily relieving themselves. Every gush of wind was bringing with itself a new dose of stink, emanating from the faeces spread all over and it appeared that the word hygiene was a foreigner to the place.
On the other side, there is a temple of education, better known as IIT. All are getting quality education and hoping to have a luxurious life. IIT is celebrating its 50th convocation this year but it seems that none of the alumni have ever made an effort to change the other side of the crossing. We are approaching a new era. We are competing with others in every field. We are thinking of ourselves as a global superpower. But who will think about those unprivileged people whose children are not getting even the semblance of primary education.
Government is spending billions of rupees on IITs but it is not looking towards these people. They also need some assistance. They may have a dream to see their children on the better side of the crossing but they are helpless. Their standard of living is very poor.
Isn't it our duty to do something for these people??? Definitely yes. We must realize that we can change the system and can make these people, who are still looking towards their messiahs on the better side of the crossing for a helping hand, happy.
This topic is very thought-provoking and I don’t want to disturb myself in examination days. So I am ending this topic right now.
February 13, 2005
My First Year Wing
First of all why did I choose this topic so suddenly? Actually one of my friends Sudarshan and I remembered and laughed on our first year in the lunch time so I am unable to resist myself to write on. Those were the best days of my life. There were quite a few things like JCB-first year hall, my wing, section 4, First Spring Fest, election, welding lab , hall day, NCC Camp, Matu and C language that won’t go off from my mind.
My wing was C Top East and it was the best wing in the hostel. We all were like a family. We were ten fun loving and lively guys whom I can not forget in my whole life.
Varun: Ohh my dear ‘sankat mochan hanuman’ where are you?? Even today I need you in my exam days. He used to teach us Maths and English. His room no. was C-201, most systematic and clean room of the wing. If my memory is not too bad , I remember he had a crush on his sister’s friend and we always tried to fret him. I still remember an incident where Sudarshan and Animesh played lawyers, he was the victim and I was the judge. A case was filed against him for hiding the facts about his love. Finally I found him guilty of hiding the facts, which, we as a wing deserved to know.
To day I don’t know whether he has found her or not but I am damn sure that he will be the right choice for any girl.
Somanchi Shri Abhinav: “Somanchi where are you going buddy?” and he always had one answer,”yaar she will be waiting for me”. He was the lover boy of our wing. We all were quite jealous that a guy in first year was having a girlfriend (a friend who is girl) but it didn’t work out much longer. She engaged with some one else and Somanchi’s heart was broken into pieces.
To day I don’t know whether he has overcome this injury or not but he must have found someone else.
Sudarshan: He was the backbone of our wing, always used to give us new ideas to do something chaotic. I remember one incident in which he scared Tapanshu Das by playing a prank upon him. As a part of it we joined two hockey sticks together and knocked at the back gate of Tapanshu’s room (next to me) in late night when he used to be asleep. He thought that there might be a ghost in the wing who had done this. When he told us about those knocking sounds, we tried to convince him that we hadn’t heard any sound. One day we sketched the footprints of a lady in red ink infront of his and Siddhartha Mohta’s room and knocked from the back. When both of them opened their gates, they lost their breath for few seconds. The atmosphere was so tensed .. They had been scared to death. Our acting had done the trick . Tapanshu Das was ready to leave IIT .So finally we disclosed the secret to him.
Even today when we are reminded of it, we can not resist ourselves, but to laugh and feel something touching. It was all Sudarshan Kumar’s brain child.
Amit Kumar Singh: Our all time maggu, always kept himself locked in his room. Finally he was rewarded for his hard work, got a department change from Mining to Aerospace.
Nowadays he doesn’t study that hard. This is a good sign. May be, he is changing with time, realizing that there is a lot to life besides mugging and cramming stuffs.
Animesh: My little cute boy, height 5ft 4inch, was in room no C-205. He always tried to be the leader of the wing. He was always almost with me in every mischief.
I’m missing him a lot today.
Tapanshu Das: “Tapanshu da kemo nachho” Only Bengali in the wing. He was a peace loving person. The way Sudarshan and we played a prank upon him is unforgettable.
Nitin: A remarkable C programmer and a stranger to wing. He used to spend most of his time outside the wing. So in first year memories he doesn’t have a significant role to play.
Pushkal babe (computer games stud): “pushkal chal movie dekhte hain” !!!!!! and a usual reply from him” nahin abhi aoe khel raha hoon”. -------- a kid at heart, always hooked to computer games. I have never seen such a kind hearted loving guy in my life.
Siddhartha Mohta: The most handsome, good looking and brainy guy of the wing. He was with me in section 4. We were quite close to each other. His girlfriend Priyanka left him as she was no longer interested in him. What a terrible blow it was but now he has recovered from the trauma.
That was my first year wing, a nice, cute and overwhelming wing that won’t be formed in future. We all were alike in many ways. We shared some finest moments of our lives. I don’t remember exactly the last time we all were together but I wish that we get together someday and cherish the sweet memories of first year.
My wing was C Top East and it was the best wing in the hostel. We all were like a family. We were ten fun loving and lively guys whom I can not forget in my whole life.
Varun: Ohh my dear ‘sankat mochan hanuman’ where are you?? Even today I need you in my exam days. He used to teach us Maths and English. His room no. was C-201, most systematic and clean room of the wing. If my memory is not too bad , I remember he had a crush on his sister’s friend and we always tried to fret him. I still remember an incident where Sudarshan and Animesh played lawyers, he was the victim and I was the judge. A case was filed against him for hiding the facts about his love. Finally I found him guilty of hiding the facts, which, we as a wing deserved to know.
To day I don’t know whether he has found her or not but I am damn sure that he will be the right choice for any girl.
Somanchi Shri Abhinav: “Somanchi where are you going buddy?” and he always had one answer,”yaar she will be waiting for me”. He was the lover boy of our wing. We all were quite jealous that a guy in first year was having a girlfriend (a friend who is girl) but it didn’t work out much longer. She engaged with some one else and Somanchi’s heart was broken into pieces.
To day I don’t know whether he has overcome this injury or not but he must have found someone else.
Sudarshan: He was the backbone of our wing, always used to give us new ideas to do something chaotic. I remember one incident in which he scared Tapanshu Das by playing a prank upon him. As a part of it we joined two hockey sticks together and knocked at the back gate of Tapanshu’s room (next to me) in late night when he used to be asleep. He thought that there might be a ghost in the wing who had done this. When he told us about those knocking sounds, we tried to convince him that we hadn’t heard any sound. One day we sketched the footprints of a lady in red ink infront of his and Siddhartha Mohta’s room and knocked from the back. When both of them opened their gates, they lost their breath for few seconds. The atmosphere was so tensed .. They had been scared to death. Our acting had done the trick . Tapanshu Das was ready to leave IIT .So finally we disclosed the secret to him.
Even today when we are reminded of it, we can not resist ourselves, but to laugh and feel something touching. It was all Sudarshan Kumar’s brain child.
Amit Kumar Singh: Our all time maggu, always kept himself locked in his room. Finally he was rewarded for his hard work, got a department change from Mining to Aerospace.
Nowadays he doesn’t study that hard. This is a good sign. May be, he is changing with time, realizing that there is a lot to life besides mugging and cramming stuffs.
Animesh: My little cute boy, height 5ft 4inch, was in room no C-205. He always tried to be the leader of the wing. He was always almost with me in every mischief.
I’m missing him a lot today.
Tapanshu Das: “Tapanshu da kemo nachho” Only Bengali in the wing. He was a peace loving person. The way Sudarshan and we played a prank upon him is unforgettable.
Nitin: A remarkable C programmer and a stranger to wing. He used to spend most of his time outside the wing. So in first year memories he doesn’t have a significant role to play.
Pushkal babe (computer games stud): “pushkal chal movie dekhte hain” !!!!!! and a usual reply from him” nahin abhi aoe khel raha hoon”. -------- a kid at heart, always hooked to computer games. I have never seen such a kind hearted loving guy in my life.
Siddhartha Mohta: The most handsome, good looking and brainy guy of the wing. He was with me in section 4. We were quite close to each other. His girlfriend Priyanka left him as she was no longer interested in him. What a terrible blow it was but now he has recovered from the trauma.
That was my first year wing, a nice, cute and overwhelming wing that won’t be formed in future. We all were alike in many ways. We shared some finest moments of our lives. I don’t remember exactly the last time we all were together but I wish that we get together someday and cherish the sweet memories of first year.
February 02, 2005
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