They say about the IITs, "The hardest part was getting in. You had to be a genius not to graduate."
The July of 2004, as rains lashed the sleepy obscure town of Kharagpur, six guys found themselves struggling to settle themselves in the quagmire called IIT, Kharagpur.
They, who were stepping out of their teens and yet puerility ruled their spirit;They, who had stars in their eyes yet mirth held their heart; They, who had the sincerity of ambition yet raillery entranced their lips; They, their thoughts piebald and their demeanor standing out, were in for a time that infuses life with romance, that inpregnates memories with nostalgia, that makes men yearn for the years by-gone.
DEBKISHORE MITRA, BTech(H), Biotechnology
Circa 2004 :
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit a Man: Simplicity, a child.
- Alexander Pope
He was proud Mumma's nice boy with intelligence unparalleled and a conduct, most virtuous.
All girls were his 'Didi's and all guys were 'Dada' s and 'Bhaiya' s , he didn't understand profanity and all references to incest and intercourse were censored by his discerning ears. You referred to the fellow's privates and he believed you were only conversing about his intelligence.
Smoke and booze were anathema, flirting with girls was blasphemy, to procrastinate was to dine with the swine and to let Himanshu tug at his towel was prostitution.
He scored a top 500 rank at IIT-JEE, 2004, chucked all other traits of engineering only to zero in on Biotechnology and he worked hard to prove himself.
Circa 2009:
The man who consecrates his hours
By vig'rous effort and an honest aim,
At once he draws the sting of life and death;
He walks with nature and her paths are peace.
Deb bent his back and shut the daylights out of his department mates. Scored heavily on the GRE and is set to join ranks with the learned and distinguished of the world.
With his profanity, he has imperiled the chastity of all mothers and sisters of the world. He labels the human anatomy( male and female and even animals, all inclusive) with the flair of a virtuoso, has tasted several shots of free tequila, clicks the chicks in train bogies and flirts with girls and women with aplomb and suavity. All these years, he has had Himanshu for his neighbor and well, that has tested his nerves and has steeled his sense of humor against the most maladroit repartees and the mostly ghastly 'PJ's. ('PJ', in popular colloquialism, stands for a really really trash joke but Himanshu has made the 'PJ' his very own and soon 'PJ's would be rechristened as 'HJ's (Himanshian Junk).
Deb is a transformed individual now, ready to lock horns with the Prerits and Himanshus of this world.
HIMANSHU SHARMA, Dual Degree Course, Chemical Engineering
Circa 2004:
A sudden thought strikes me, let us swear eternal friendship.
- George Canning
He was the only son in his family, the cynosure of Mumma's eyes, the object of affection for his sisters, Dad's obedient son. He had been a bully, once, in school but destiny combined with timely diligence had guided him to these hallowed portals of technology. He liked Rajasthan, missed home and probably missed his childhood the most. He was a normal guy, otherwise, who wore pleated trousers and anointed his curly hair with excess oil lest he might meet the tonsorial fate of his ascendants.
He, who was the master of his own will, testy at times and calm at others. He didn't burn away the midnight oil studying. He just enjoyed his friendships.
Circa 2009:
A generous friendship no cold medium knows
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
One should our interests and our passions be,
My friend must hate the man that injures me.
- Alexander Pope
He has grown into a great friend, stopping at nothing for a friend and expecting the same for himself. He would write your lab report, draw your diagrams, edit your resume' and listen to whatever friendship entails yet within a few hours, he would opt out of a plan that the other five are really perked up about and shall lock himself in a room only to emerge out as if nothing had happened at all.
He displayed insouciance interspersed with momentary displays of brilliance and diligence. He ran into some seven pointers before he smashed a handsome eight pointer. A night of toiling away won him the GE Industrial Design Contest.
Toiling "hard" at Tata-Steel with a GRE 1400+ under his belt, he is weighing his options before he strikes the final blow. And did I mention that we, his privileged friends, have discovered the reason behind his scratchy behaviour? He suffers from "PERIODS" and when he is down, it flows. Sorry it shows!!!
MANAV SEHGAL, BTech(H), Electronics and Communications Engineering
Circa 2004:
He cannot drink five bottles, bilk the score,
Then kill a constable, and drink five more;
But he can draw a pattern, make a tart,
And has ladies' etiquette by heart.
- William Cowper
He was the dude from Delhi. He always shall be. But then many a dudes have fallen for this phenomenon called the IITs and even more have fallen for the crushing phenomenon called love.
So he toiled hard, ate little, didn't shave his moustache and entered the hallow portals of IIT-Kharagpur; He was to be the "chocolate boy" with qualities thereof innate in him. He walked a graceful gait, "Cat walk" it was to be called; took hours dressing up but it was usually worth it :P. Some girls did fall for him after all.
The July of 2004, as rains lashed the sleepy obscure town of Kharagpur, six guys found themselves struggling to settle themselves in the quagmire called IIT, Kharagpur.
They, who were stepping out of their teens and yet puerility ruled their spirit;They, who had stars in their eyes yet mirth held their heart; They, who had the sincerity of ambition yet raillery entranced their lips; They, their thoughts piebald and their demeanor standing out, were in for a time that infuses life with romance, that inpregnates memories with nostalgia, that makes men yearn for the years by-gone.
DEBKISHORE MITRA, BTech(H), Biotechnology
Circa 2004 :
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit a Man: Simplicity, a child.
- Alexander Pope
He was proud Mumma's nice boy with intelligence unparalleled and a conduct, most virtuous.
All girls were his 'Didi's and all guys were 'Dada' s and 'Bhaiya' s , he didn't understand profanity and all references to incest and intercourse were censored by his discerning ears. You referred to the fellow's privates and he believed you were only conversing about his intelligence.
Smoke and booze were anathema, flirting with girls was blasphemy, to procrastinate was to dine with the swine and to let Himanshu tug at his towel was prostitution.
He scored a top 500 rank at IIT-JEE, 2004, chucked all other traits of engineering only to zero in on Biotechnology and he worked hard to prove himself.
Circa 2009:
The man who consecrates his hours
By vig'rous effort and an honest aim,
At once he draws the sting of life and death;
He walks with nature and her paths are peace.
Deb bent his back and shut the daylights out of his department mates. Scored heavily on the GRE and is set to join ranks with the learned and distinguished of the world.
With his profanity, he has imperiled the chastity of all mothers and sisters of the world. He labels the human anatomy( male and female and even animals, all inclusive) with the flair of a virtuoso, has tasted several shots of free tequila, clicks the chicks in train bogies and flirts with girls and women with aplomb and suavity. All these years, he has had Himanshu for his neighbor and well, that has tested his nerves and has steeled his sense of humor against the most maladroit repartees and the mostly ghastly 'PJ's. ('PJ', in popular colloquialism, stands for a really really trash joke but Himanshu has made the 'PJ' his very own and soon 'PJ's would be rechristened as 'HJ's (Himanshian Junk).
Deb is a transformed individual now, ready to lock horns with the Prerits and Himanshus of this world.
HIMANSHU SHARMA, Dual Degree Course, Chemical Engineering
Circa 2004:
A sudden thought strikes me, let us swear eternal friendship.
- George Canning
He was the only son in his family, the cynosure of Mumma's eyes, the object of affection for his sisters, Dad's obedient son. He had been a bully, once, in school but destiny combined with timely diligence had guided him to these hallowed portals of technology. He liked Rajasthan, missed home and probably missed his childhood the most. He was a normal guy, otherwise, who wore pleated trousers and anointed his curly hair with excess oil lest he might meet the tonsorial fate of his ascendants.
He, who was the master of his own will, testy at times and calm at others. He didn't burn away the midnight oil studying. He just enjoyed his friendships.
Circa 2009:
A generous friendship no cold medium knows
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
One should our interests and our passions be,
My friend must hate the man that injures me.
- Alexander Pope
He has grown into a great friend, stopping at nothing for a friend and expecting the same for himself. He would write your lab report, draw your diagrams, edit your resume' and listen to whatever friendship entails yet within a few hours, he would opt out of a plan that the other five are really perked up about and shall lock himself in a room only to emerge out as if nothing had happened at all.
He displayed insouciance interspersed with momentary displays of brilliance and diligence. He ran into some seven pointers before he smashed a handsome eight pointer. A night of toiling away won him the GE Industrial Design Contest.
Toiling "hard" at Tata-Steel with a GRE 1400+ under his belt, he is weighing his options before he strikes the final blow. And did I mention that we, his privileged friends, have discovered the reason behind his scratchy behaviour? He suffers from "PERIODS" and when he is down, it flows. Sorry it shows!!!
MANAV SEHGAL, BTech(H), Electronics and Communications Engineering
Circa 2004:
He cannot drink five bottles, bilk the score,
Then kill a constable, and drink five more;
But he can draw a pattern, make a tart,
And has ladies' etiquette by heart.
- William Cowper
He was the dude from Delhi. He always shall be. But then many a dudes have fallen for this phenomenon called the IITs and even more have fallen for the crushing phenomenon called love.
So he toiled hard, ate little, didn't shave his moustache and entered the hallow portals of IIT-Kharagpur; He was to be the "chocolate boy" with qualities thereof innate in him. He walked a graceful gait, "Cat walk" it was to be called; took hours dressing up but it was usually worth it :P. Some girls did fall for him after all.
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