Week 02-03 ( H1N1 )

You don’t have many options to choose among , when devil is at your very own door. What exactly one does , when he/she is confronted with an H1N1 confirmed positive guy ? ? ? Nothing legendary I’m sure. Precisely the same situation was here yesterday. I was in my ‘Mechanics of Solids’ class scuffling desperately with ‘shear stress’ and ‘buckling of columns’ and some good fellow messaged me at that hour, which goes like :

“oye , Positive H1N1 in Amit Sir, chal be ghar chalte hain, kya kehta hai ! wo ********* ko chutti dena hi padega , nahi to.....”

And believe me, news was known to even saplings of the campus in no time. Everybody was seen murmuring about the instance when they last saw Amit sir. Someone was worried coz he had shared the dinner table with him. Other one , coz he was his lab partner. Some other guy, coz he stays adjacent to his room. And similarly every other chap found some or other correlation with him. God knows , ‘why we are interested in getting such inept correlations , when actually we should have done some noble act of empathy.’ Huh !

Whether I should attend the scheduled 5:15 meeting of my club, I myself was not sure, ; just because Visveraya Hall comes in the way. I was sure nothing was going to happen, if I merely walked past the hall in which the patient lived , but even though , why to take chances? Better stay off the risks. The situation was more stern because that patient lived in the hostel with his mates for the last five days , the period for which his sample was sent to Kolkata for testing. An another issue of debate in itself , “Why the local doctors relieved him to stay in hostel ? Why they didn’t wait for the result of swab test to come?” Yet another evidence of their negligence.

When we expressed our concern on this issue (although our sole motto was to somehow arrange leave for ourselves), See what was the reply from the green end , “ We are a family ,and we will die as a family if it goes to that extent.” They also denied any chance of calling off the classes and arranged a screening test for SWINE FLU in our institute dispensary which itself has no cure if something goes beyond common cold and coughing..... as if they are willing to recompense.

And yes , One more thing to mention , yesterday our female companions also gathered courage to stay off the classes ; Probably , for the first time our mass bunk resulted in zero attendance. Thanks to the fairer sex , at least they co-operated in this sensitive issue and proved that they too are adept.

So what we concluded out of this complete scenario is that
1. Administration can’t take it’s own decisions, we have to force them to do so.
2. Only one H1N1 isn’t enough for them to declare leave in the institute. They are waiting for few more to come.
3. Delicate fellows can also co-operate in our mass bunks , so now we can arrange some more of them in a week.


And above it all – “ I have bought the disposable face mask”

In the loving memory of ..............

They say , ”Soul becomes divine when it departs the mortal possessions .”
Samanyoya ,
we can’t believe , this jolliest of our friends is not with us. Sam, You had been our best companion in both the joviality and the sorrows. It is very tough for us to visualise any get –together without you. It was you, who had always encouraged all of us for our mission ,be it in any way positive or negative. We can’t forget the bunks of classes arranged in your leadership and at the same time, the memories of your valuable suggestions to get in touch with the profs. are deeply entrenched. You were the kind of soul, that we can only say , we were blessed with. Your ‘never – say – die’ attitude and the ‘me – too ‘ portfolio are the remains that we can cherish now. Although you are not with us, but we swear ,we will not let any stone unturned to turn all your dreams those you ever possessed ,into reality.
Sam , For the first time today I ‘m falling short of words. I can just say that, You were just the superb person whom I ever met with . Within a very short span of just one year, it was you who could make this strong bonding which is impossible to weaken. Your back bench nuisances and the distribution of roll numbers for proxy are among those, that our department will miss forever. Sam , it was you because of whom we gathered courage to make the most out of frenetic situations. Samanyoya , It is impossible for us to fill this cavity. We can’t.

Now we all are left with only two things to wonder upon :-
1. Why the god takes great souls earlier?? Probably he too goes crazy then.
2. Why sometimes sobbing becomes the last option??

Long live great soul ! !

Week - 01

This harsh week made me realise that I'm not yet as matured as I'm expected to be, specially in context of the worldly knowledge. Many a times I cater to those decisions; sometimes of mine and even many a times endorse the others' which actually deepens the pit for me. Last week I got indulged in many such situations where hardly some one expects me to be. Every night before going to bed I had been thinking “oh shit ! I lost one more day”. Why? ? ? What I actually mean by ‘losing the day’? If I would have catered to the usual routine of 8am to 2am , would I have called it a perfect day ? yes ....... no........... don’t know ! Actually I ‘ve to choose between these two schedules.


The first one starts with morning 8 alarm , lab classes till 11 ,manipulating data there ,so as to get the required value without actually doing it , there after one more lecture with the director upto 12 (no proxy, so a must attend) , lunch in the Visveraya hall (illegal , but it is the nearest to the department), back to the department at 1.15 and upto 4.15 ... a triplet of one hour lectures (some bunks can be managed , as making proxy in these classes isn’t a big deal), hangover iced tea at NESCAFE just after the classes at 4.30 , back to the ALLOTED Homi bhabha hall , signing in the g-talk at around 6.30, there after tennis court call for an hour upto 9.., dinner at 9.30, and finally 28 in room B-109 late upto 2 am. That is all the making of a ‘farzi engineer’. NO ASSIGNMENTS ! NO PROJECTS ! NO PROF RENDEZVOUS EVEN !


The second one starts the same way , same lab classes , same lectures , equally refreshing NESCAFE stuff , but it varies with the earlier one at the point here after. No tennis , No signing in the g-talk , No 28 , no assignments , no projects , no prof rendezvous even. Instead I’ve made some friends hanging out with whom makes me feel having a killer instinct. I feel like I’m losing my own potentials. It equalises our stamina and in the process I’ve to lower mine and raise theirs. I should have worked for my own cause , instead I’m interested in theirs. And it’s not coz some one has planned it for me or is in my nature. Rather I can neglect them , but alas! I can’t say no to my friends. They get benefit out of my humility. They may even overlook me ,once their interests are done. And I know this harsh reality as well.


I rove with these friends when I’m supposed to read the last few pages of ‘VERONICA DECIDES TO DIE’. I chat with them at the back post when I actually should be at the tennis court. I meet these friends’ friend when I must install ALLPROPS, for my cryogenics assignment . I go for the dinner in the group with these friends ,which I could have managed at a time of my own convenience. They are definitely not intended to hurt my sentiments, but it indirectly gives me that deadly instinct of which they aren’t aware. I even sometimes postpone my idea of writing for the blog , Probably they don’t know how I’m touched to these stuffs. Anyway Its obvious . And here comes the difference between a ‘friend’ and an ‘acquaintance’. Had they been my friends they should have known the traits I love, the choices those differentiates me ,the passion that raises me above many ,the desires those I possess irrespective of the probability of fulfilling, the very random aspirations those I’ve already expressed somewhere earlier in this blog.


Why?? Why do I ? ? Why I’m expressing all these seemingly delicate thoughts over here. It isn’t the post break-up consequence ! Neither is it the frustrated output of their continuous stymies. But one thing for sure, I didn’t come up with some lively article once again. And I got its permanent remedy as well, I have initiated the chain of weekly blog entries. A week time in a ‘farzi engineering student’s life is more than enough to express. I suppose ! !