Reminiscences...

Just 20 more days to go.. and we'll be finishing the 4 years of our Engineering Career... yet it seems to be too less a time we spent.. never thought that colg will end so soon...

it still feels like yesterday wen i first went to 460 office with my mother.. met a few ppl while waiting for the introductory lectures.. the 1st day at college.. the wait for the bus.. leaving maa's hands and going all alone for the 1st time... the longing to reach the college campus... the excitement to meet new ppl.. new frnds.. new teachers... and then the campus tour.... the walk infront of the old block.. the untended roads towards the mechanical labs....

then the 1st yr begins.. those were the moments i can never forget.. the way i used to go to colg.. some times i had a regret but yet was happy.. the hair style.. the shoes.... the times wen the seniors used to come and rag.. wen I used to sing songs.. chant bhajans.. the leg pulling by abhisekh bhai, manti bhai, smarak bhai, manmath bhai, sangram bhai, gopabandhu bhai, krushna bhai … the nonchalant crowing of sambit bhai aka kau.. the emo rush of girls for abhisekh bhai.. the dread for his shouts.. the masti behind their back.. pravin’s pole dance, smarak bhai’s dance in bus, the final yr dance in bus.. the I card issues.. jiten bhai’s slap on prafful and the blank luk on prafful’s face there after…. the pathetic ragging by civil 2^nd yr girls.. the dread of going near the banyan tree infront of old block.. the ragging and the embarrasments there after... the single filed lines… my frndship wid changu mangu.. and wid karubakee… the brotherly affection of jaymant.. the hospital visits of subhshree.. the rush to campus health centre...

the sweet chant of “subhashree.. subhashree tike dekha ma” from nilu bhai, the crushes of all the final year bhaiyas, and the elder brotherly affection and advice of kisku bhaiya, the protection and cover he gave is simply unforgettable… the questions of Rambo aka preet bhai… then a phase of masti wid final yrs.. those were the best seniors one can expect to have.. then the fights inside class, the fights for marks in internals, the late night preparations for workshop vivas and lab vivas.. then the sudden mass ragging in colg and colg suspension.. the rakshya of partha rath bhai.. his protection, love and affection.. the care he took.. and his fury… the friendship with romil and sanjeevani.. meetings with stutee and itishree.. the two schul mates i had in colg.. the friendship with rohit... and then the 1^st year fests and the way leading to the freedom of becoming a senior..

I still cannot comprehend the way we bunked classes wen ever we got a chance.. the bunks at the colg canteen.. the bushes behind the old block.. the abandoned culvert at the side of the road leading to old block which used to be ‘khatti aada’ then the sweet luv story of anand-silpa and a few more.. sum bhai –behan relationships.. the holi celibs wid tapas bhaiya, pintu bhai etc.. all drenched and splashed yet attending classes.. the sweet talks wid sandhya didi.. the masti with priyanka didi.. the fights wid subhashree.. the new frndship wid hostel girls.. till date I donot recollect how hostel became my 2^nd home.. I used to spend more time there rather than being at home..

I remember the times wen I got bugged up by the calls, Kamalji!! I learnt the art of talking form him… and yes one disclosure we(romil, sanjeevani and me) used to mess up wid harsha’s hair in the bus from behind yet he knows not abt this till date.. the innocent luks and the silent badmashi.. the dumbcharades in the shashtri nagar route bus wid bapun bhai, manaswini didi, bubu bhai and grp..

The masti wid romil, swati and sanjeevani.. the bus stop.. I guess I have the record time of being late.. its just 45 mins from the scheduled time.. abhisekh and the way he used to board the bus.. swati and her jalwa..

Then the 3^rd yr.. of fun.. the rate at which the classes were bunked tended to grow in a geometric progression.. we had then developed a strong sense of responsibility.. a strong bond of frndship.. all the feelings and emos during the year were extreme.. were to the heights.. be it campus and related issues or friendship.. the initial seriousness for studies.. the group parties.. the friendship wid silpa, pragyan, subhashree, anand, ashish and azhar.. the frndship wid devi.. the nights before internals and sems wen I used to call up silpa every alternate minute asking doubts.. the full day stay at hostel in the pretext of studying.. but god knows how the time flew off and yet we culd not stop talking rather than studying.. then the busy march and april...the chats with sushovan.. he was my schulmate but i had a talk wid him only after we got into the colg.. the fights with pragyan.. the hot headed talks with silpa.. the growing bonds and the increased fights.. the collective action during sems… the afternoons at the portico of 261… the work outs with chaitali.. the classes with preeti and chaitali.. the freaking with subhashree.. the campus drives of tcs.. infy.. Vedanta..

Then finally comes the final yr... initially it was like.. ahh!! finally in the final yr.. there was a sense of satisfaction and a tint of pride of being seniors.. but then I cannot forget the moments.. the day we got into essar.. practically it was for the 1^st time I saw my frnds so happy after the results were out… lipi’s satisfaction.. nandita’s sigh of relief.. subhashree’s excitement.. the glittering eyes of debashish.. I was simply spell bound.. then the day pragyan got her campus.. it was like I felt ohh god u have been fair at last.. I become nostalgic with the thoughts of those days.. the days wen we could move around and roam around with nothing in our minds.. with no tension of exams and schedules.. As the days moved on the friendship grew stronger.. then the rush for the course completion during 7^th sem.. the minor project and the run to irrigation dept. govt of Orissa..the seminar preparations.. the fights with dj and sujit…the chats with devi... the serious talks.. the leg pulling.. his caring attitude... the seminars.. the fights with mom mam.. wid profs... the runs to manas sir's house... the early morning calls of chaitali... their wait near satsang vihar... the the last moment exam preparations.. the CADD exam..

Some memories would remain etched in the heart forever.. the it all began with silpa’s last bday at colg hostel.. the water balloons during chilly winter.. the splash.. the gpl.. the trip to nandan kanan.. the run back to nandan kanan to retrieve my lost bag and cam.. the undue shouts and and hurling of abuses.. the treats.. daily shopping at market building.. the astarang trip.. the motor boat ride to the island.. the bet with ashish.. it was the time I tasted and tried sum different stuff.. the fun and masti on beach.. subhashree’s nautanki.. ashish’s nautanki.. pragyan’s thoughts… anand’s disyllabic “naasta”.. ricky’s surprised luks and tension on seeing deep water… then with just within two days the colg picnic to dolphin sanctuary… the fun in bus.. pragyan’s stunts.. the full nautanki of boat no. 3 with gaurav in the lead position always posing for photographs.. one thing i can never forget.. the way gaurav poses for pics.. unique style.. trying to show off his attitude but pata nahi usmein atti kam nautanki jyada dikhta hai.. still it was fun clicking up his pics.. to apease his humour... the picnic and dj’s sleep just like a log.. chitta’s acting.. the late evening lunch.. I guess it was more of a dinner…

When I go down the memory lane I can never forget that return journey.. the pulls and fights with harsh and ashish, the secure shade of bhai aka anand... kamal and his talks.. and yes the fight with kamal.. it was so amusing.. I just enjoyed hitting him and was thrilled by seeing his helplessness.. and then bhole - my saviour from the pranks of these bugs . I get nostalgic when I think of the last holi at colg.. the fun and thrill.. the splash of colours.. the gpl in the dirty water pool.. the varnish covered faces.. the pranks of harsh.. ashish, bubu and anshuman.. not to mention abt W arvind aniket and grp.. luckily or unluckily I don’t realize which.. I missed them during their stint befor 261... the bending moment quiz.. gaurav's tashan.. then the run back again to KIIT campus.... the lull in gaurav's face... the sharp shooting by gita balakrishnan.. 'all gauravs r alike'...

then this odd project of ours.. the const and design of railway bridge no 553.. the trips to site.. the fun there in.. the photo shoots.. the climbs on the girders.. the walk over the railway bridge over the deep mahanadi river near naraj barriage.. the run for life hearing the approach of a train over the bridge.. the heatbeats while standing on the trolley refuse.. the model preparation… the hassles.. the hot discussions.. the evening before grand viva at colg.. the ride back home.. the photo sessions on the day of comphrensive viva voice..gaurav’s tashan while clicking pics.. and the most tresured of it all is fest.. the tech and spring fests which we organized.. tinku sir’s appreciation, love and affection.. the 2^nd day of zazen.. sagars 'eire hei' and his monstrous laughs.. the evening dj.. the fun during zephyr.. and to top it all .. I was the discipline coordinator.. the 2^nd day of zephyr.. the traditional attires.. my deadly combo.. shoes socks saree and the schul bag… the photo shoots.. the emotions and sentiments..

and then comes the final days at our college.. our last internal.. the shouts.. the sentiments.. the feelings and appreciations.. all penned down on our t-shirts.. the climb up the fountain.. the photo session in department.. infront of the administrative block.. at the bus stop.. and in the acharya vihar 2-wheeler parking stand.. the last day regards to profs..

the most memorable of all were the evenings at imfa park.. the cool evenings.. the fun games.. dumb charades.. the endless talks on nothing.. pragyan’s attachments towards kids.. unlimitied photo shoots.. the word game.. I cannot ever forget the ‘rumal chori game’ and ashish’s unique game of ‘para ud.. hati ud..’ those were the days we enjoyed to heights..

the real dumb actings of azhar.. bmc for jab we met’s famous nagada song, pragyan’s actress list which included the likes of rekha and dimple kapadia in new movie releases but missed out kareena kapoor.. the thrill of the photo sessions.. I still roll in laughter wen I think the way anand enacted.. every movie that he meant to say had the same gesture .. his hand movements.. the glitter in his eyes wen he thought that he has come up wid sum thing implausible.. pragyan’s ‘bhak sala’ silpa’s ‘nahi nahi’ subhashree’s pose.. azhar’s stint as a poet and philosopher.. a single thought of this brings a smile on my face..

20 days hence we may be separated miles apart but I hope that this innocent bond of friendship would keep us tied up together forever.. time goes on and on.. and we must follow on.. its time to bid adieu to all ..

gud bye.. gud bye OEC

And this is for all my frnds “hum hain rahi pyaar ke,fir milenge chalte chalte"