Presi Days- Looking Back

After a year of anxiety, 2 months of touring the country, a day of heartbreak and 20 days of sheer depression, here i am, scribbling something perhaps rather immaterial on a blog page where i thought i might be ashamed to write on again...

It's been about 3 months since i left home, 2 months since i left calcutta for the place i really really wanted to be in. Presidentians dream big... i dunno if it's talent or just luck that most of them end up to be pretty well settled.

A month before coming to IGIDR, Ritika and me were at HCU- awesome campus, perhaps good teachers but i hated it there. Dunno why exactly- there were too many reasons. But it was mostly i guess the fact that the people around lacked the antel way if dressing that we are used to. Well, don't get me wrong- i just mean to say, irrespective of the pathetic sense of fashion we Kolkatans have (ya now i can say that coz am in mumbai n in a slightly higher fashion plane), there was a charm in the way Presi people carried themselves and that wasn't present in even 1 person out of a batch of about 80 there. There were people conversing non-stop in Malayli n Tamil and yes, no telugu. The food sucked big time... In short, you find nothing good when you are in a sad set of mind.

Then on one of those lazy yet tired worn out yet karenge ya marenge afternoons, IGIDR happened. Perhaps you all know this is where i wanted to come to coz i thought the academic pressure would be the least here and the corporate jobs really good!!

It's been 2 months, am where i wanted to be, involved in the Placement Committee, perhaps doing what i would wanna do a year back. But still there's a void. When i talk about Marx, people don't argue with me. When a Prof cracks and intelligent joke, Ritika and i are the only people who laugh and get stared at. The innocent jokes which seemed hilarious when Dipu narrated them now seem to be a pain. Some sarcastic comments that i used to expect people would understand are either not taken no note of or are taken in a straight way. Mind you, i'm in one of the country's best academic institutes... still wondering what academics really counts for.

At times i miss the presi politics, not coz i wanna make a political career but coz i wanna know more n the whole learning seems so incomplete without Ritam da's cool way of explaining, Rakesh da's hyperactive self or Sayantan da's passion in whatever he said with Dipu cracking a suicidal joke in the middle of no where.

Presi happens just once... Presi is fun, Presi is home... it's where we belong- perhaps people call me a pseudointellectual snob here but for once am being true... very very true. It's in our blood, we can't do away with it... once a Presidentian, always a Presidentian

My Love My Presidency

The dry soft leaves that touch my skin,
The moist wet sweat that hangs on my chin,
The dust that chooses to travel to my class,
The dew that smiles when i pass those blades of grass,
The huge staircase where netaji fell,
The smoky canteen where lives dwell,
The corners and turnings where strangers meet,
The wide open doors where waiting moms seat,
The air that rings with the laughter of youth,
The fields that welcome all to play and hoot,
The wide open corridors where winds can sigh,
The patches of beautiful green against the free sky.
Every block of stone holds its special place,
Patiently serving the edifice and its space.
The huge campus so overwhelmingly my own,
This is the tree that my predecessors had sown,
As every moment spent here passes by,
As every single day goes,
I love the place ever more,
Drinking every drop this paradise pours...............

moments

Solitary journeys and yet the unquenchable desires to hold on to people you meet along the road of life…………

Moments are sometimes so deeply etched in our memories that we fail 2 see above them. Moments, that precious lil secs v keep hoping to experience again .Like the first time you walk in the rain with your love, Or those days far away from home in d company of strangers who provide u the comfort of two big teddy bears by letting u sleep cozily between them .Or the first train journey without your parents and the whole amount of sauce u drip on your food, my tomato ketchup never tasted so good and possibly never will. The day I went to my new friends almost at d other end of the city for a “Study session” and spent the whole day sharing lil secrets, and another time when I went to another frds place simply to kill some time in the name of studies walking around some engineering college. And yet another instance of “sex chats “in the open college field staring at the sky, Or having ice creams and teaching my friends how to kiss it in the process ,or drink lemon tea as if it was ambrosia……….



Sometime feel and wish life would just be collection of these happy moments.:-)

now ,here, with u.....

Child playful in the winter chill,
Awaiting your warmth to hearts fill.
A steaming cup of lemon tea ,
A paper strip of fries,
Some innocent frolicking,
A couple of lies.
Not everything one wants does life denies.
Running across pathways,
With the carpet green below,
Holding hands against the breeze...hair flying, shoelaces untied.
Snatched a pocket full of memories before life can go.