The Spirit of C.S.E...

The journey of togetherness

we started collectively as C.S.E

to cross the deep sea of engineering

and set examples for everyone else to see.

Standing by each other in testing times

we learnt it all from scratch

brilliance looms all over us

we never have had any match.

Affairs, break-ups and supplis'

we have seen it all

but at the end of the day, the bottomline says,

CSEians still stand tall.

It has been four long years

and the road of life splits up from here

only to converge again

in the future, someday, somewhere.

9th February, 2002

It's that day of the year again when my age gets incremented by one. It's like the addition of an annual ring to the stem of a growing tree. Well, the day is no doubt special because love and affection pour in from my near and dear ones with special offers like 20% extra, 30% extra, etc. Jokes apart, it's one day you want to relive everyday (but I guess there's something called impossible). I start my day with the much awaited birthday special kisses by my Ma & Bapi. I just long for them. But there's a third kiss which I miss the most. For the last five years I am being denied and will continue to be denied the most coveted presence by Someone's will, which I was so seasoned to. It was the presence of my grandmother. Her presence was all that I needed for a perfect birthday recipe. Now it feels so incomplete. It's a burden of the nullity of her presence that I am carrying over the years and will have to carry in the future too. Her presence meant a world to me.
In my previous birthdays, she used to stay the night of every 8th February over at our place. In those days, the first wish I got on the morning of the 9th was from my grandmother. What bright mornings they were, brightened up by her very presence, leave aside the sun. If it was a weekday, I used to leave for school savouring a bowl-full of the heavenly 'payesh' she used to make, only to return to enjoy the fruits of the labour she used to put in throughout the day to reproduce the delicacies I craved for year and year again. The conclusion to the day wasn't liked by me, as she used to leave me to comeback the next year again to repeat the entire process in an exact manner.
But shielded by her affection - as so used to one, I could never think that while she left me on the night of 9th February 2002, she would not comeback the next year, she would not comeback ever.

I call these JPEG memories...

We have been enjoying each others company for over three and a half years now - the four inseperables: sid, soup, tatha and myself sandy, but never has an evening been such yielding as the Jan 11 one.
Well, we were to meet to celebrate Soup's birthday, but the evening translated into something more serious, something thoroughly crude (to be taken in a positive sense). It led to the complete unfolding of ourselves.
The evening started with a cup of coffee and ended with a cup of coffee too, but was interfused with gulping of some gastronomic delights at KFC and sudden bursts of mad photography sessions.
That evening we finally stationed ourselves at the roof top food court 'Hang Out', where we occupied a table with a view. Fuming coffee arrived soon and thereon started the journey that made us peel each other to the core. It was a process of upholding the postives and negatives of each of us. It was a thoroughly enjoyed discussion and certainly had considerable weight.
But an obvious question surely pops up, why such a discussion?
An obvious answer follows it. Because each of us as individuals have a dream of becoming a conjunctive best.
So cheers to our time unbounded friendship.

Today the CAT result got revealed. I got a 96.89 percentile. It apparently seems a happy figure, but there's the irony...its just not enough for the IIMs'...just inches away. Though it was my first CAT, I had expectations from it. So it was really hard for me to digest the fact that my fingers were inches away from the button which would have opened the door of the IIMs'.
What if the great P.C.Sorcar(Junior) had altered the positions of 6 and 8 in my score with his illusory skills...I'll tell you what. I could have acquired a chair of confidence regarding a call for the interviews. But that's not to happen...as still illusion and reality are two extreme concepts.
People say time heal all wounds. This can be counted as one of my first major wounds. Perhaps it will heal over time. But mind you a wounded tiger is twice desperate and effective compared to a non wounded one. I will bounce back again and again to remind you who I am.

Friday was a day of glory for my group members and me. We had just won the inter department presentation competetion beating everyone else. But within all the happiness is concealed one of my best days in college till date. I will never be able to the smile I saw in Tania ma'am's face. It happened while I was up on the dais giving my part of the presentation. She was looking at me and that smile...........I am short of words to express what it was like. For the first time I saw her in a saree. She was really looking like a princess. The way she made her hair...............I just saw and saw and saw..............just couldn't move my eyes off her. One good thing I did is presented her with a chocolate.