Haber-Dasher!!!!

Collateral Damage (vol.2)

.....Memories are what that remain with a person in his solitude......memories constantly define and redifine one's existence. Just like every thing in this world has its pros and cones......UIT had it all. History reflected like a mirror from the walls of the Bonabas hostel situated at the heart of the city. But hey wait!!!!!! we were not history students!!!!!! we were damn fucked up computer nerds who always seemed to be on the run...run ?? !!!! Well, not from the cops but from the boring classes and above all ..the teachers who were damn morons!!!!!!! Shouldn't be saying so.....!!!! That's not ethics....but hey Subhanil !!!!! the teachers' didn't respect you all , they were more interested in being how pedantic they were..rather than showing enough interest in how to get the knowledge base in our heads.....well most of the time they well able to put their "Vast" knowledge fly past us....but in an overall perspective they were BIG DAMN ASSHOLES!!!!! hey, you make remember the very word asshole from the movie "Meet The Fockers". The small kid in that movie pronounced it like "ASSSSS.....HOOOLE". Well, there are (were) exceptions....... chemistry teachers like S.Basu, NkM were people who not only deserved respect but something even more than that.....being close to such people is some kind of blessing that perhaps we all deserved after all that adjustment!!!! Adjustment was what we had to do in every sphere of our existence....."We are not sorry and therefore adjust " was the intension of the authority. The toliet looked much better equipped than the library....the place that should be heart of the institute. The classrooms had no fans in them and that lead to a feeling of being like half boiled eggs ready to be fed by the assholes. But still we hoped for things to get better. The very reason that we all accepted to adjust was because that was "ALMA MATER".
Every damn engineering student seek a hosterl life full of fun and frolic.....i wouldnot complain that we din't have, but it was all with immense level of adjustment.....no TT boards, no prvision for badminton, no soccer grounds.....but still we thrived and lived happily. We fought among ourselves, leg -pulled each other only to know each other better. But in between such amusements occasionally did some of us show their ugly faces... There were certain kind of people who seemed to be philanthropic....not that I deny their help but it was only that I later understood that they craved for POWER...rather to say an illusion that illuded every one of them . They later on discovered themselves to be on the recieving end, rather largely gaining any respect from the fellow mates.....What!!!! you may call that I am being "Brutus" , but I donot comprehend such intricacies of the problems and their solutions. I slowly realised that there were people who purposefully helped each other only to gain something in return...and there were the other kind of people who did not tread in such a way......Not taking names???? You coward!!!!! no , there is nothing really to be coward like....who do we fear, and what do we fear from that instills the very feeling of cowardice within us. Names will be taken, but you'll have to wait for the right time...... This was what I learnt from Debottam and Bhai.......

..to be continued......

posted by Subhanil Chakrabarty. @ 1:40 PM