Girls in my department...

Well,many people(college mates as well as people outside) have this uncanny habit of asking me..."tor department er meyegulo kamon re?amader gulo ekdom baje..."

Apart from electrical,computer science,information technology & biotech guys,of course(hehe)...they are pretty much happy..in general..

So,here's my...let's say.."analysis",or whatever you call it...of the girls in my department..Chemical Engineering.I'm not saying it's gonna be a perfect analysis...errors always love to creep in..but I'll just blabber out what I have learnt,inferred or concluded about them..these conclusions are the ones which reside in my skull now...and it's perfectly feasible that they might be changed,slowly or drastically..whatever...

So,here do I take off..

Aratrika Gupta:
Class representative of the girls,and rightly so.By attitude,as well as by dimensions. She's got the ability to negotiate and speak with the profs and make things convenient for the entire class.Thanks to her efforts(Ravi Ranjan,the CR of the boys...is a big letdown,frankly),we'll finally be getting the Friday 2nd half off from this week onwards. Talks in the right quantity,neither less,nor more(unlike me..I just go on blabbering in a wayward fashion in the class).Big,hulky and tall(though not as much as me and Anweshan). Occasionally wafts out of the classroom to meet her boyfriend when the prof isn't there.

Silky Sinha:
This small,frail and puny girl with gleaming spectacles looks like the next Mahasweta Devi who drinks every morning from the fountain of youth to keep old age away from herself.Books and copies are an integral part of her life.That is evident from her frantic efforts to get a sum solved as soon as it is uttered by the prof. As one of the boys put it(I won't disclose his name here) " meyeta morbar poreo boi niye chitai jolbe".Rarely she smiles,and rarely she utters something other than studies.

Debarati Dutta:
This is one girl whom I knew from 1st year itself,through Abhijit Das alias Eddie(now don't ask me why Eddie...I think you are smart enough to know that,hehe).She gets irritated whenever I tease her about Eddie or,more recently,about Ambuj,the perverted old prof who teaches us machine design(the asshole has a big-time crush on her...taking her cellphone no and what not...even asking other boys to tell her to call him....frustoo).Whatever,she's a good friend and knows to smile as well.When I need info about something in the department,I simply turn to her.

Nilanjana Chakraborty:
She's an NRI from Bangladesh.In the class,she speaks less and murmurs more. Nervous most of the time. God knows why. And that's why,when I occasionally flash my trademark naughty smile with curly bracket eyebrows,she turns more nervous..haha!!One day,I was in the library to issue the prescribed books. They were all there..in rows and stacks..right in front of her..yet the poor gal couldn't figure them out.And when she sees the books in my arm,she asks me "kothay peli re?". I reply,"tor chokher samnei ache,dekh".Nervous maiden still can't figure out where in the world the books are. Then I pull out the books for her."Holo ebare?Tor chokher samnei toh chilo".On the first day of Chemistry lab,I naughtily clicked a pic of her and our extra-stylish Tollywood hero,Sushobhan Saha..just talking. That was enough reason to panic,considering my mastery at dynamically altering interpretations,hehe!!For those who are already interested,dudes,I'll upload it very soon on my orkut album.Watch out!!

Piyali Chakraborty:
Well,well..it won't be much wrong to say that she's a "much talked-about" individual. She was the MISS FRESHERS when we were in 1st year. Small,wiry-framed gal..much like Silky,but "ucchingri" would be the correct way to describe her. And her energy and vitality are better visible to others when she's not wearing her spectacles. She has innumerable admirers and lovers in the college. Sometimes I think it would be better if these lovers would have formed a union or an association,hehe!!! And one of the members is in our department. I wouldn't reveal his name here,but all I can say is...he's making frantic and desperate attempts to win over her...but till now,its been nothing short of being completely futile. This gal also talks very less in the class.

Versha Rani:
By default settings,this gal from Farakka has got a 16+16=32 watt smile glowing from inside her mouth,24x7.
A calm,quite,soft spoken girl...again...speaks very less. I don't know much about her and so,I don't have much material to write about her,apart from the fact that my roomie Saurabh Kumar(ECE) was her senior at school i.e. KV,Farakka.

Harshika Prasad:
The first time I met and talked with this girl from Bihar was at the departmental farewell of the final year students. She was the only 1st year girl who had attended it. Well,we didn't talk much,apart from an introduction. Mostly the talk revolved aroung the ragging scenario in the Bihar zone,with Ravi Ranjan and Anweshan doing most of the talking.As regards now,she's arguably the gal who speaks the least in our entire class. Just comes inside the class with her trademark pink Levi Strauss t-shirt coupled with jeans,and after its over,back to hostel. Leave out boys,she rarely talks even to the girls in the class.

Tshering Bhutia:
Profs,as well as students flounder big-time while pronouncing her name,which is why many unnecessary sniggers and smiles are raised in the classroom. This gal from Sikkim seems to peer from behind her spectacles with suspicious eyes at the outer world. Again,like most girls,speaks very less.Smiles lesser.

Well,that sums up a short "description" of the gals of my department,Chemical Engineering.
I'll come back with more posts. Till then,let's see what topic I can think of...

The "Accidental" start to 2nd year

So..a sort of new beginning...
2nd year was about to start and so,we went back to college after nearly 3 months(a very short period of time,I must say). We were to be allotted rooms in Halls 1 & 2. The beautifully democratic country that India is...people are very serious about obeying what purists call "official". And quite aptly so, we went early..giving a damn f*** to the official allotments...determined to forcefully occupy rooms of our choice...
Yeah...I am criticizing it...but lemme tell you guys...I myself was a party to it..I was officially allotted Hall 1...and I didn't want to stay there...I wanted Hall 2...
The confusion...the quarrels...the shouting and yelling...the throwing in and out of trunks,bedding,luggage etc...well...from a sadist's point of view...it was an ultimately enriching experience...coming close to beating what happens daily in our Lok Sabha...
But,totality lacks.Some people indeed stick to "official" allotments,especially if they've been allotted rooms of their choice.With the delayed arrival of those people,they brought with them the demon the boys refer to as "warden" and then began the clean up drive. "Unauthorized" occupants were driven out of the rooms and told to curl up inside their allotted rooms.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED,purists would say.
HAHA!!!
Fools!!!
Then began such a frantic round of boys moving here and there...and the kind of negotiations that took place..it would put those stockbrokers on the Bombay Stock Exchange and Nifty to shame and make them sit up and take notice. Exchange offers on allotted rooms,exchange offers on beds etc. BUSINESS MINDS,one must say. And the kind of trading that took place...it was like pure interlinking of multiple chains on the prisoner in jail....here the prisoners being Halls 1 and 2. Structures of complex network polymers would be much simpler to all this stuff.

REALLY,AN EXPERIENCE THAT STANDS OUT PURELY ON THE BASIS OF ITS ECCENTRICITY.

Now..
What was I doing all this while?

On the 19th of July,I had gone to the hostel to "book" myself a room in Hall 2. Ran up and down the stairs the whole day.Without much output,I must say.Didn't get a room.. I had to sleep on a bare iron cot in room 116. Luckily I had a half-pant in my bag which I put on before going to sleep. And the dusty,sweaty trousers which i had worn the whole day..that became my pillow for the night.I think I needn't talk of the kind of sleep I had,any duffer would understand that.Yeah,for the whole night,I had to fight with hyper-romantic mosquitoes who were hell-bent on sucking "red love" from my body.
The next day,I went back home in the morning,to pack my luggage and bring it back to hostel.
Me and dad set off for college in the afternoon...at around 3:30 p.m. I was driving the Splendor Plus .Dad was sitting behind me...with the luggage. We had just crossed Andal and were nearing the overbridge at Kajora,on NH-2. I was driving at around 75 kmph. There was a bus a few yards in front of me. Suddenly,it braked.I braked too..slowed down a bit..but maybe that split second delay was what couldn't bring me to a dead stop. The front part of the bike rammed against the skirt of the bus. And my head rammed against the bus.The corner of the steel cage of the rear lamp of the bus hit my forehead and split it apart..while my nose rammed against the metal surface of the bus.
Instantaneous bleeding. I felt a searing pain in my nose and forehead..and could feel the fresh,warm,blood trickling down my forehead and nostrils.Luckily,I hadn't fallen down and my dad,sitting on the back,was unhurt.
We came to the side of the road. Two other motorists saw us and came to lend a helping hand. Luckily enough,I WAS ALIVE.
Luckily enough,MY BRAIN WAS WORKING.
I put my handkerchief to my nose only to find it splattered with red all over. I came to college and was admitted into the medical unit.
The first thing I told my dad was "maa ke bolo na please"...
He showed me the bike.The indicator panel was smashed to bits.The headlight was broken. Even half of the key had broken and stayed inside.It was not possible to hide THAT from my mom.
He said "ashol dhakka ta bike ta niye niyeche....ar luckily pechone kono gari chilo na..nahole tui ar ami dujonei beche thaktam na"..
I HAD NO ANSWER.
Some of my friends came to the medical unit...Rohit,Dipayan,Santikari,Rahul,Rajdip,Prithwish,Ananda,Sayan,Ishan,Poulami and Sathi.
Support from friends indeed feels good. Neverthless, I had to undergo the pain of a stitch on my forehead. While peircing the needle into my forehead,the nurse explains "tomar chamra ta gondarer moto shokto". Freakish,just like me.I was given a nose pack to stop the heavy bleeding. Next morning,I was discharged,but had to report to the medical unit every alternate day for dressing the stitch.
Well, I went back to hostel.I was lucky to get a good room for myself in Hall 2. Though its a room beside the bathroom,it isn't smelly and all. Nice,jolly roomies I got...Saurabh Kumar and Kunal Singh..both from ECE...
So,that pretty much sums it up...lets see when I can come up with a new post..

My Life outside Bengal...

So,now..after all that INTRODUCTORY CRAP which I've cannonned at you people,lemme say something more sensible.

About me,that is.

My life's quite interesting.C'mon,now don't say..."publicity stunt"..atleast listen to it first!

I was born on the 10th of November,1989 at Hill View Nursing Home,Asansol.The doc was Dr. Sanath Sinha(pity it wasn't Sanath Jayasuriya...otherwise instead of giving me medicines he would have given me a plastic cricket bat...hehe).In the same place was born,2 days after me,a naughty bloke...one whom I later came to know as Arkadeb Mukherjee...a good friend at B.R.S. Celebrity kid..grandson of former Asansol mayor Bamapada Mukherjee. Well,now he's busy chasing Aunkita Bardhan..but no,wait...I'll tell that story sometime later..I really marvel at my ability to drift away form the topic,I must say!!!

Well,the starting years(not years,not even months,to be precise..days) at Asansol...I don't remember.My father worked in the Indian Air Force in the RADAR operations,and so,pretty soon after I was born,we were off to Delhi. We stayed at the Air Force quarters at Halwara in Delhi. Naughty as I was,i troubled people everywhere.I still remember the 1st friend I ever made..Pappu Nayek..I've got no trace of him now. We were the tricycle champs in our colony..and often ventured out together in search of pure and simple fun...just like hunky guys zoom around in search of...umm..babes..(damsels...birds..whatever u call them)..I still remember an incident that happened then. One day,I went out alone...tricycling my way through.Somehow,TAARE ZAMEEN PAR style,I lost my sense of direction and went out of the campus all the way to the Air Force Hospital. In the meantime,my mom had started panicking.Luckily,a colleague of my dad found me and took me home.Another time,it was a Punjabi truck driver who took me back home and scolded my dad,"bahut badmaash bachha hai aapka...mar jata mere truck ke niche!!"...

Hmm..naughty,wasn't I???I made life hell for my classmates at the Air Force School in Halwara. Kicked and slapped the boys,and pulled at those irritating "tails" hanging form the girls' skulls.

Here,I should also mention the fact that I'm one of those rare Bengalis who learnt Hindi first and then my mother tongue.

For a few months,we had also stayed at Ludhiana,Punjab.

Don't have much to say but I loved trying to catch those big fishes at the Golden Temple in Amritsar...i needn't say that I didn't succeed in my endeavour.

I have vague,hazy memories of my birthdays there...dad says I danced a lot in one..and slept throughout in another..etc. I got to see a lot of Russians in the parties that dad went.Maybe a team or group had been sent for some joint training camps and drills...which are so common even now.Booze was an integral part of their culture...vodka..to be more specific..But the thing which astonished me the most was the way in which they devoured big chunks of horse-meat,yuck!!

A very memorable Shimla trip(where I had a great time plucking apples from trees and throwing them away...didn't bother to eat them..i hate apples) is also one of the few things I remember.

Whatever I remember of the life there(though it's too little),was..sort of...good..

Afterwards,dad retired from the Air Force and we came back home,to our birthplace..Asansol.

That was the end of life in Northern India and the beginning of life in "Amar Sonar Bangla"..

The Beginning Footstep...

So,here I am..trying my hand at blogging.Dunno whether it'll suit a crazy,eccentric,freakish brute like me or not.

Okay,okay...let me start things a bit formally.I'm currently pursuing my B.Tech in Chemical Engineering from NIT Durgapur.By God's grace...or thanks to the hyposexual profs..I've passed my 1st year and waiting for the 2nd year to begin. In case,old grizzly haired people wonder what this bloody NIT is..well..grandpas..uncles...and whatever..RE College..that should satisfy you...althought I know that its highly improbable that people of your age group will be reading this. Don't get peeved,though.

I'm an expert at drifting away form topics,readers may think.This crazy RONNIE hits out at the old generation in what could have been a simple professional introduction.Well,I told you..he's a freak. So read my blog only if you are not a heart patient,or you are not suffering form loose motion.I may sound rude,but that's the way I am.

Iam open to changes,definitely. If you can come up with something great which you think must be drilled into my rotten skull,you are welcome to approach..but I am the one who holds the drilling machine!!!

You are free to comment generously (or selfishly) at my posts...I'm a great advocate of democracy...and I love the limelight..

Here I go..then..