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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 1 comments

Collateral Damage( vol.1)

Quad Damage!!!!! .....was a very deep voice that usually threatened your existence in the virtual world of Quake III .....well to be honest I had an oppurtunity to skirmish around this virtual world fighting all virtual nerds in the very real world of Bhai's computer. Confused!!!! Who is Bhai???? !! Well ..that sucks!!! if you don't know who "Bhai " is , then I guess "You" are not that important enough to read this blog.

I still visualize and cherish the days that flew by me since the day when I first arrived at the Bonabas Hostel at Burdwan. Mixed emotions and lack of knowledge about the outside world made their existence felt in the very first day. Intermingling with my so called new "friends" was a skeptical experience for me.
The very first kid that I came across was our beloved Tamonash Aditya who later became the famous "Adinath" in the Class of 2006. "Class"...huh!!! yeah in every perspective you look at it.
met Adi at the very train in which we were travelling towards a common destination, a destination that neither had its odds nor its ends.
After arriving at the institute I came to know that the bus had already left for the hostel loaded with newbies who had dream in their eyes and will in their hearts. Little did they realize that the days ahead are really gonna be tough.
"when going gets tough , the tough gets going." is what I had learnt form Boyzone. For the first time I came to see an infamous red-light district of the famous Burdwan as the rickshaw dribbled its way through the crowd of people on the streets swarming in an helter -skelter fashion. Little did I know that I'll be facing an even bigger mess at the hostel. When i reached the hostel , the first expression that i blurted out was "Holy Shit!!!".
I came across Partho Das next who seemed quite innocent to me........anyways later I realized that I was wrong. Finally when a fucked up room was allocated to me and to a fellow mate (Debottom)of mine I was totally drained out of energy and enthusiasm. Enthusiasm.....is what that should be rum-ming( i mean running) through our veins..... The next incident that happened with me was perhaps the most definng moment for me in the first day...... I was taken aback when I finally met with my roomie and the first words that he blurted out was an invitaion for a CIGARETTE!!!!! And my jaws dropped in wonder to find somebody of my similar age smoking right infront of me.....and to be honest this was what I saw for the very first time. I could never think of somebody of my age smoking a cigarette as I had not come across such an experience before. Too immature!!!!! for me.... anyways..... then I finally came across three blokes who became a part of my life later on....Somnath, Aashirbad, Krishnendu(Bhai). I was overjoyed to find somebody from my locality. But I was a bit skeptical about the other two. I found Bhai to be simple and humble , and Aashirbad to be a typical south calcutta being.
The day slowly strolled to the dusk , and it was the time for my parents to leave. I could understand the pain that my parents would get in leaving me for the very first time,but I remained hard and did not let my emotions flood me. The last glimps of my mother 's departing glance from the doorway (that led to the courtyard) gave me the sense of rude awakening...I am alone.....To put away such fear I started to intermingle with all those who did not seem to be cold about their emotions. And ads the dusk raced to the night I heard a sharp clangor.....that was the bell for D DINNER.......At the kitchen cum (don't take it into other sense) dining space we were greeted with a gloomy ambience , steel plates , boiled eggs and smashed potatoes.......(
the potatoes virtually looked like white hand grenades)........



..to be continued....

posted by Subhanil Chakrabarty. @ 9:48 AM 2 comments