A hope amongst the dry

Picture by Praveen. Edited by Anirban(me)

Dejected.

The soul wishes for a tryst with you, you and me together far away in solitude..

Solitude and silence shouts schmaltzy.

The arrow struck the moon, shattering it into pieces that falls on earth as glittering remains of romanticism. Am collecting its pieces, memory lane silently sheds a drop tear.

I am at the edge of another world, not alone. Can feel you breathe…

This semester closes…

….and that leaves 3 more semester before we passout this college with the B.Tech degree in our hands…
What has this semester been all about?
This semester started with the counselling sessions where I interacted with my newer set of junies, their freshers and my surprise address to them… Me becoming the ecell student chief coordinator for the events, and me getting sucked into anti ragging committee stuff. I had continued being the co-editor (read: student editor) of the magazine.
I tried to attend the classes regularly and i did till 9th of september 2009.
After that I went to coimbatore to psg tech, to attend E-360: the national eleaders conclave. Then was the puja, and the LST, and the final work of the magazine.
This semester was packed with studies, work, masti and emotions.
This semester, there was no distinct line between the work and the masti, the masti and the emotions… all fused together making this the fastest and most memorable semester.
I made new friends, i made new relations, I embraced a new philosophy of leading a life. Few old relations fading away with newer ones forming. This semester, I am “Happy”… and thats something special about this semester. A smile was the only constant in this semester while everything changed, be it the tiff with mr. editor or the stress at the ecell…
This semester witnessed the Kolkata Bloggers meet.. and consequently a BCET Bloggers workshop… my meeting and sharing some time with Mr Abhishek Rungta… my exchange of views and culture at the PSG tech… my tryst with Jainism and my turning to veggie (and eggiterian at Kolkata)…

August was so full of junies, freshers, praveen, sainthia and Jainism..
September was so full of the Coimbatore, Kolkata photowalking and the pujas..
October was so full of visiting the doctor’s chamber with a sprained ankle, sinus, and what not! and yes! – the BCET Bloggers workshop.
The month of November was filled with anxiety, ecell stress and magazine committee whereabouts, scolding from teachers and the practical exams…
The month of December has exams and internship in store for me…

No post of this type ends without me thanking people… Thanks Sayani for really espousing me all throughout.. Praveen for making me feel what I am and things what I can do other than erpc. Thanks Sreyasi…(why i dont know.. may be being a rebel always!), $ouvick – keep up the hard work… thanks Sandip sir, for instilling in me a certain amount of self confidence which I shall cherish for some time atleast… Thanks Dr. A.C.Ganguli for being what you are and having confidence in me.. Thanks Arjun da – for being a constant support… Kamnashis da, for being a source of inspiration for me… This year junies- Aviishek, Sagnik for being there with me. Thanks Praveen again for gifting me another spiritual angle, for introducing me to jainism.. for being there with me through my thick and thin…and yes!! having meals with me… ensuring that neither of us skip it!
This is the semester, that passed with the blink of an eye but am gonna cherish this time…

The Gaze

I sat under the tree, near to the back gate of my college. It was the windy winter afternoon, typical to Durgapur. The campus buzz was absent. Few girls were thronging the gate of the shop, shouting for “report on” pages, Mridul was sipping his cup of tea standing at the door of the cafeteria.
I was sitting silent. Beside me was Praveen, equally silent, perhaps trying to fathom the depth of my crossed looks…
I looked at him, puzzled, couldnt hold my smile…
I realised, that we are at the end of the fifth semester.. and are left with one and a half year, or perhaps less… and then the much awaited college life of the teenager ends.
Unlike the bollywood protagonists, my college life has not being more of running around trees dancing and singing or wearing fancy dresses… being with a gang and engaging in gang fights or the show of male machoness or chivalry. It has been more of “why not?”’s and very very less of “why?”. It has been more popularity, more work and less of time spent at the hostel seeking some time with my roommate.
It has been more of my appreciation, acclaim and criticism and nothing of the friends adda at the cafeteria!
It has been more of the entrepreneurship development activities, magazine commmittee and less of engineering in the last 2 semesters…
…. perhaps I will be missing this sitting idly below the tree after one and a half year.
The college has grown from Bengal College of Engineering and Technology to a full fledged SKS group of Institutions (SKSGI).. The green world that fascinated me got converted to the jungle of white walls… the hostel field being converted to the Womens college, the garden converted to the New block and the mechanical science block….
Where do i fit in?

This has formed my world… this is the air i breathe.
My college nurtured me, cared for me..
Home is where your heart lies.. and yes, I can really say,… I really dont feel like going back home..Several thoughts come to my mind.. I am emotionally attached to this world. MY heart stays here in the smell of the soil, among the white walls… the cafeteria chair… that must wait for me and the waitor there – for the order – “4-4 ruti, ekta chana ekta tadka… tarrtari dao”.
The guards here knows me well, waves at me and wishes me.. they kid and they get reciprocated…
I feel the lanes know me, the ecell feels me… a lotta memories attached. The memories of Sandip sir, sitting on the chair pulling my leg, while i kept doing stupid things with the keyboard…
the first day of my college and the interaction with my seniors… my first friend – Anindya.. ponchobhoot – aninya, annesha, deboleena… me and anindya.. their scoldings.. their care for me.
Alls attached to this place.. sayani , praveen, and sreyasi… and our cafeteria masti… will miss it. Few unspoken emotions… few forged statements out of anger.. few feats… the defeats… few praises, but the insults.. even the bitterest of memories seems sweet when I look back at the days..

Few things defy logic.. few emotions can never be expressed in words.. Cant really express my love for my first friends in the college. Cant really express how I miss my bhai when I am away from him… cant really express how I get inspired by Sayani and Sreyasi.. cant really express how I feel when I close my eyes and see people smiling, cheering, working… shaking hands with me … hugging me.. will miss my college life..

Facing the red sun.

Lazy to wake up, I kept tossing on my bed.. intermittently romantically provoked by the twittering that sounds music to my ears..

Yet another day.. I wish I could take a day off. I cared to open my eyes and spotted my roommate sleeping… and i escaped to the safety of my quilt again. Winter mornings can be romantic. It invokes a lot of emotions.. aspirations and enthusiasm. This gets followed by the miseries of life and my soul wishes for inspiration. My soul asks for guidance. My heart wishes for a touch of a very near one.

Am I insecure, afraid or am I just hurt?

In my desperation to take a day off, I started dragging myself to the bathroom to freshen up.

I was feeling so very fresh, the breeze seemed to have soothened my scars.. The trees seemed to be welcoming me and the birds seemed to be singing a welcome song for me.. Its heavenly feel.

A sip of hot tea at mashi’s tea stall, a silent tryst with nature… an endevour to feel… whadda start to the day!

The dew seemed so glistening, the sun unclear. The tree tops were swinging responding to the breeze. The dog near the stall seeks shelter behind the pillar, made for itself a comfortable place to lazily recline. The regular adda doesnt seem to come alive in this chilly morning. 2 strangers beside me with tea cups, cigarette and newspaper.

That was my time to leave and try out feels more comfortable and interesting than passive fagging. I had no better option but to go to the field near by.. not the mashi’s one.. The place where I and Praveen go when we are sad and together… walking across I felt my feet wetting a bit. Yea its the dew…

I had a 360 degrees view. No! no one was watching me! I hold my chappal with my hand and walked through the field barefoot. Its awesome. No words can ever describe the feel. Its healing, accomplishing… It felt mother nature nurturing me, playfully tickling and cuddling with me. It was chilling, wet and one could hardly stay there barefoot. At the end I had to run to reach the “Jhula”. [Dont get shocked, sometimes elder kids also love the jhula(the swing)]

Some 20 minutes of complete silence. Me and the empty jhula beside me.. The sky was clearing and when I raised my head up… I could see my inspiration. A sudden stike of nascent sunlight made me playfully shy away. The sun was round, red and clear. It feels thats another gift nature gave me today. It stood there high up, strong and confidence. Without its normal glare and strength… soft as it was it was asking me to get my beliefs back towards my moral, my ethics.. It was asking me to get my confidence back, and work even harder… I felt He was scolding me for having behaved like a defeated warrior.. I kept staring at the red sun until the clouds hid it…

A ray of hope, a ray of warmth…. a hope of affection, a warmth of a tryst…. Good morning friends!

Song Offerings…

And he still stands tall, like colossus of Indian Literature.. encouraging soft minds to feel, to read and to love.

100 years..innumerable prints… accolades, priviledges.. but he stands tall… He personifies achievement.. a director to a new horizon…

A Tribute to the globally acclaimed poet.. a nobel laureate.. from a person insignificant.
A tribute to the completion of 100 years of Gitanjali..
[Gitanjali was published in 1910; its english counterpart : Song offerings was published in 1912, which fetched him the Nobel prize for literature in 1913]

Above all he stands with his head held high.. path breaking views, inspiring words.. a poet unchallenged… a discoverer of new age bengali.. Gurudev… tomake soto soto pronam.

Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven’s river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.

You continue to inspire us… you continue to motivate.. you stand as a source the entire sub continent looks up to when they need philosophies..  The Mahatma helped make India a nation… thou art the architect of the morale that led to such movement.

I stand mesmerized,
wondering how you sing
your notes hold the world spellbound -
the light of your music
lights up my universe.

[pic: Coffee house, Kolkata. Clicked by me]

Welcoming Winter

What better way to welcome winter than suffering from sinus? Although it is not a good way to start an article, be it so.

The LST event going berserk, criticism everywhere.. with apik mukher-ji doing what he wishes to, not consulting the team… It can never get worse.. but I am hardly feeling sad.. the warmth of my friends is managing a smile on my face.

The organisation I have given my everything to, disregards all that I had done for it.

It was drizzling yester-evening…. and people who knows me must have guessed it by now.. Yes, I had a walk down the streets feeling the drops touching my face.

What better way to embrace the winter than a chilled beer?

another thought: what better way to welcome winter than to sit with books under the quilt… reading Operating (greek) system, Database  (greek) management system…. Micro(greek)Processor…. I feel the next two subjects are Control (greek) system and Design and analysis of (greek) algorithms! Need to learn greek well!!

Disappointment , feeling hurt… the smile of my friends, their warm touch.. Welcome winter!

PS: Read this Kolkata Mirror Article and leave comments #webreps #bcetbloggers

31 November story and the day….

yes friends i proposed a girl on 31st november 3 winters back, and it got accepted. We had a bulb light dinner and we are happily girl friend- boy friend even now…

Did you believe it?

Didnt it strike you that there is no 31 days in November?

Atleast, my confidence level made the listener(who asked me out for a date) believe it. and yes, I had fun making her a fool.

 

Yea today was one of the most funniest and happiest days of my life. and yes… to a certain extent – disappointing. but the fun we have had, made the disappointments look so very small. I have been preparing the ppt for the bloggers workshop. It was presented, but without me.

The entire day I had fun with sayani, praveen, abhijit, icy, debosmeeta, debarun and anupam and in the evening with monami, arghya, parizat, poulomi and sreyasi. Abhijits B-plan didnt work out. but i discovered a superb presenter in him. my idea of making him an anchor from his counselling day.
Kolkata Mirror finally published one of the three articles on BCET Bloggers workshop’s article. Check that out and give in your comments..

At the later part of the evening, I spilled my heart out. It is for the first time I spoke unfiltered truth, not thinking of what may happen, how the other person would feel. I am feeling great. I created a bond. I promise to keep it till my last breath. Cant really express how great I am feeling. It was just my heart speaking and my brain keeping shut for sometime. I kept my eyes closed, for I couldnt face the person infront of me. For the first time i broke from my hypocritic shell..

Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani – my Views

Yet another film with Ranbir Kapoor as the spoiled brat, and Katrina Kaif running away wearing the bride’s attire. Another film with a underworld don trying comedy, and a song dance full film with misplaced song sequences. Another film where God appears from no where to help the story build! Yet another film where the actress feels her true love at the end of the film.
Music – waiting for a news to be aired which says pritam copied this from somewhere!
I wont call this film fresh, for it isnt.
I expected some sensible comedy… but trust me friends… hardly handful of jokes were worth laughing at.
I was surprised to find a sufi song at the backdrop of roman architecture, picturised on two actors who plays the role of a hindu and a christian respectively. Picturising unity among diversity sir?
Ranbir is a star and a superb actor. Katrina, i am afraid to say – cant act.
But does she need to? The supporting actors were extremely good.
There are highs and lows in the film, the lower ones appeared to be the ones where the actors feels about their love.
Prerequisites for the film:
Please sleep well, leave your brain outside the hall, buy for yourself soft drinks, and pop corn.
The film is worth watching because of the videography, few punches, music and more because of Ranbir Kapoors acting!

Coffee House and its adda..

Got free time.. wanna feel what led to a movement?
wanna hang out at college street?
There you are.. right in the middle of it – Indian Coffee house.
I wouldnt mistakingly point it out as the boisterous face of Bengali modernisation… the arrogant presentation of Bengali Intellect… It is much more than just that though.

The Smell is still there… same furniture, same energy – same enthusiasm. It is the same collection of minds… small tables and surrounding it many faces.. thoughtful, smiling… mostly with a lighted cigarette infront of their peers… no one minds it. Its a tradition.

So where does the old heritage of Indian Coffee house stand comparing to the new age – city centre?
Where City centre or any multiplex fails, coffee house and its adda gains…
a place where strangers become friends… a place where no one minds speaking , no one minds being heard… being noticed. A place of friends, can sit and have the “ADDA” sessions equally nicely with food which comes at relatively less price tag…
I spotted some old guys…

and some not so old guys…


I noticed Coffee house had a facelift!
I read about it at Indra-Katha… but never went there to check it out!

So whats the adda I mentioned about at the title?
I entered the coffee house, into the regular hustle bustle of the place… where people of several different feathers come together tweeting about some topic…. I found no space.. I went to the balcony only to be disapointed.
But I really wanted to sit there having its feel… to feel what made this place so special! and it was my second time to coffee house.. Never wanted to miss this time…
There was a lady, with long hair. I couldnt see her face.. She seemed sitting alone with 1 more chair infront of her… I summoned all my courage to approach her.. and asked – “excuse me, is there anyone with you?” The answer was an expected “no”.. She was dark, black wide eyed… with not so impressive voice..
“Would you mind If I join you?”
I presumed her silence to be an yes and sat there… and we started speaking… only to discover that she is doing maths Msc.. and also loves photography!
I wasnt bold enough to ask her for a photograph, but I kept on clicking pictures of the coffee house… yea! the place where strangers become friends…

A hangout place at the heart of the book lovers paradise..