Why Core Team ?

Last Week of September 2013

As the last night of Techniche got over and we evacuated the mini auditorium and went to the Food Stalls who were packing up their stuffs and selling their product at much reduced price while some of them were giving it for free to the Team, I was sitting inside the deserted stall which was located just opposite to the Food Stalls facing towards the lake which was earlier occupied by the Indian Army Guys with Shubham Bhaiya and together with me was Bengani and some other 2^nd year guys. Shubham bhaiya was about to “Quit Smoking” along with Kushal Bhaiya and Khatri. He reserved three smokes so that he could have it with them at exactly at 2 AM and finally say good bye to this bad habit. [A small heads up to the story: Kushal Bhaiya and Khatri weren’t able to quit smoking but Shubham bhaiya is still going strong]

Having his penultimate smoke, he asked, Piyush, how was Techniche? I wasn’t able to answer. Should I talk to him about all those deals which got cancelled and made me overcome frustrations quickly or Should I talk to him about all the deals which I got and the happiness when you see you sponsor’s logo on every banners and every posters or Should I talk to him about the bonding that I developed with my teammates over the year which made us know each other better or Should I talk to him about all the hugs just after the Night got over. I wish this question would have come in my HSS paper so that I could write a LONG answer to this one including the supplementary sheets and can at least be confirmed of “AA” in that paper. I smiled and passed that question to Bengani, as we share the same first name, it was hardly a surprise that the question won’t go to him.

Shubham Bhaiya exhaled a long breathe taking out all the smoke from his mouth and said, you know what, “Techniche Core Team ki hoti hai. It isn’t that much for the 2^nd years, as they are new and their most of the work is to take orders and certainly not for the Heads. Agar Techniche acha hota hai, it is the Core Team and agar bura hota hai, that is the Core Team + Heads. Heads are just the face of Techniche, Core Team is the arms, the legs, the BRAIN and the HEART of Techniche.”

In other words, what he tried saying was that, “Techniche is by the CORE TEAM, of the CORE TEAM and for IIT Guwahati”

It is your chance to be the Architect of the Festival. Put in your efforts and you’ll see your ideas getting materialized and you can have Techniche your way.

And there is nothing more satisfying and soothing than to see your ideas getting shaped into reality and this stays with you throughout your Life.

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Later that day, I was walking to the Hostel with Nikunj Bhaiya and Bengani. On the way Bengani said a wonderful thing, “Knowing what I've experienced, agar main aaj core team mein nahi rehta toh I’d have regretted a lot. But agar main core team mein nahi rehta toh I’d have never known what I've lost and then I’d have not felt that.”

Life is all about the choices that we make.

 

Core Team with their Heads, Techniche 2013

 This is for all the people in this picture (some of them are missing as we are like the Great Indian Family, where few of the members always miss out to be in the Group Photo)

“We may not meet each other very frequently during this semester and the coming semesters. We may not even see each other once we pass out from College but somewhere down the line, in our lives, we are bounded,

We are bounded by these two words, “Jai Techniche”

Regards,

Piyush Raj,

Head, Marketing and Corporate Relations

Techniche 2014

इबादत

इबादत

प्यार नहीं
इबादत की है आपकी
और अगर इबादत में मांगी हुई चीज़ नहीं मिलती
तो खुदा से ख़फा नहीं होते ।

हांलांकि, नखरे आपके कभी कभी पसंद नहीं आये थे
लेकिन नमाज़ की तरह पहले आदत फिर इबादत बनी ।
और फिर रात के एक वक़्त एक बार बात हो जाती आपसे,
वही हमारा इफ्तार और वही सरघी हो जाती ।

इस हिसाब से देखा जाए तो रमज़ान हमारा बारह महीने चला,
लेकिन फिर भी चाँद का दीदार न हुआ।
दीदार न सही, दिवार नहीं है, इस बात की तस्सली खुद को देता रहा ।

कभी कदार दीदार न होना मुनासिब भी लगता था,
गुरुर जो था इतना।
हमारे अलावा और कौन चाहेगा तुम्हे इतना ।
यह भूल गया था की इबादत तो सबसे ज्यादा शैतान ने की थी
लेकिन अंत में नर्क नसीब हुई उसे ।

On the Rains

If you notice the rain drops on the window pane or any vertical/slant surface falling for the first time, you'll notice that it follows an unique path. It runs down from top to bottom leaving the watery mark as it flows downward.

Now when the other drops fall, they start making a new path, slowly, gradually, but the moment they encounter an already traced path (which has the watery amount left), they quickly retrace it. The past which took a long time to happen is now quickly traced, in a fraction of second, like a memory.

The Rain on the Window Pane reminds me of the past. The Memories. The way it freshens up all the leaves, resulting them in a darker shade of Green, they do something same to my memories.

The Rains in real sense cannot be seen all by itself like a memory which can be seen only with eyes closed. The only reason, why we are able to see it is because we have enough of background to highlight it: the trees, the buildings, the surface of the roads. May be this is the reason why sometimes, at the onset of rains or when it is drizzling very lightly, we end up asking the person next to us to confirm whether the rain has started or not. We are able to see the rain because of the background. Try numbing your other senses, stare at the sky while it's raining; you won't be able to see it.

The Rains demands to be felt the same way; with our eyes closed and opening all the other senses. The smell of the Soil, the rustling of the leaves, the partial goosebumps on the skin and a taste of merriness in the air; very much like the First Kiss.

The Weather

The Weather works very much like Human Nature.

We are stressed. We are angry. We are Sad. We become hot headed. It gets accumulated over time. It goes on till one day there is an emotional outburst. The tears wash away the pain.

After it has been sufficiently hot for days, it rains and then every things goes back to normal.
We are welcomed in a strange land where we know no one. We slowly get attached to the people, place and custom only to leave all of it after a certain time.

The perennial cycle of Orientations and Farewells.

Guwahati

A Hindu family (even with no inclination towards the religious deities) would have an extreme desire to visit Kamakhya Temple when they arrive in Guwahati. I am not sure if it is due to free will or the fear of being ‘slut shamed’ when they reach back to their native place by religious fanatics imparting their wisdom as "Jab tak maan ka bulawa nahi aata, tab tak darshan nahi hote”

This is the reason why this temple is always overcrowded. For the people living here, I guess there must be a race going on where they’d probably show off the number of times they have paid visit to the place. 

Knowing all of it, I had to already make my stand clear when one of my distant relative was to visit this city. Little did I know that they had other acquaintances in the city as well. I thought it’d be impolite of me to leave them alone entirely, so, I did end up going to temple but made myself abundantly clear that I won’t go inside the temple premises. They insisted, they insisted while we were on our way up. After reaching there, they too shrugged off when they found that the special line is worth 1000 bucks each and the normal one would take the entire day. 

This left me and their acquaintance together.
Don’t you want to go?, I asked .
No, I don’t want to, she sounded reluctant and hesitant while she said this. A little experience about the way the girls here pronounce the letter‘t’, I was quite sure that she isn’t sure.
Hence, my next question was, “Why didn’t you go?
I didn’t want them to spend 1000 bucks on this. Plus, I am a local here and have been here practically every Tuesday. She was very sure while she said this.
Every Tuesday! She’s among the one who keeps score I mentioned earlier about, I thought to myself.
What about you?, she barged her way in to the conversation.
Umm… Well, I don’t believe in Gods and Goddesses. A moment after I felt like a criminal while I said this knowing that she had faith. The venue ended up adding more effect to it. 
“Oh!”. She neglected what I said and quickly moved to another question.
“Now that it has been four years, what are your views of Guwahati?”
“Four Years! How do you know that? Are you fond of me?”
Being an atheist does give you a certain advantage, for example, escape from the moral vindictiveness while flirting inside the temple premises. 
“No, I wouldn’t say that. Uncle mentioned you and when you live in India, it is kind of hard to ignore the sentences once IIT, IIM or IAS have already been mentioned.”
“Such trend is decreasing though”, I interrupted. 
“Decreasing like people’s faith in their religion” she jumped in. 
“Maybe! The usual notion of us being nerds and boring is fading away. Then, the notion of us super intelligent and know it all is also being compromised.” I explained.
“The stereotypes will never die, you know” she insisted on making her point which made me storm my way in
“And yet here you are outside the temple premises.”

(Paused)
I realized that I had inadvertently hurt her faith. This remorse was quite visible on my face.
She: The exact reason why I didn’t go inside is that during certain days of a month, we girls are not allowed to enter the temple.
Me: I am Sorry
She: It’s all right.
Me: But this is strange and I don’t approve of it. This place is one among the Shaktipeeths and it is believed that the reproductive organ of Sati fell here and now the women are not allowed because their organs are working perfectly fine. This is hypocrisy. I think you now know, why I am not a believer.
She did not answer it. She herself was puzzled but the look on her face suggested that she doesn’t want to get in this debate right now. 

“You still haven’t told me what you think of Guwahati?” she asked in order to ease up the conversation once again.
“Guwahati,
Guwahati, for me in one word has been like a Mistress.
There is a city where you are born and spend your childhood. It becomes your motherland, a motherly figure.
Then there is a city where you have worked honestly and the city in turn has rewarded you a better life ahead. You feel you’re married to that city. Kota has been like that for me. I stayed there for a year at a stretch without any homecoming in between. I was punctual, attentive and there weren’t any distractions. The only time I went out of my house was to attend classes and to have dinner and lunch. At the end of the day, like a good wife, it rewarded me. 
Guwahati, on the other hand has been very naughty. If you look at it carefully, this city has all the quality to qualify as a mistress. The weather here gets a lot of mood swings which will sometimes please you and sometimes won’t. Once in a while, without any reason, the sky has to cry, thunderstorms included.  I rarely attended classes. I picked up cigarette and alcohol for the first time here and no one seems to mind. No one scolds me for being this way. If it’d have been for my mother or wife, I’d have been slapped for sure but this city doesn’t care as long as you’re leading a popular life. The professors, unlike the teachers of my past don’t care much.  If there is no financial constraint, I will go on travelling every time I get a bit upset. I held a few Positions of Responsibility and then I had to leave it. It then got occupied by some other people and now they seem to carry their duty well. They outperformed me in certain aspect and it appears like those POR’s at times are taunting me, “Look I am with a better man now.” Typical Mistress. 

 “Tell me about yourself? I asked her. 
“Look! They’re back.” She pointed towards the distant relatives who weren’t that distant now. 
“Oh! I would have said that it was good meeting you but I won’t.” I mentioned explicitly.
“Why?”
“Because you now know so much about me and I don’t seem to know anything about you.”
(Laughs)
“Let’s roam in the city today. We’ll spend more time together and for the record, you do happen to know a very intimate detail about me.”
“So, Aunty, where would you want to go next? “
Shopping, the girl in her jumped out. 
All of us went to Pantaloons to satisfy Aunt’s insatiable desire to shop while I painfully kept myself the entire time. She on the other hand kept talking the whole time. Therefore, it mustn’t come as a surprise when I asked, “Are you a close relative to them?” as soon as I got out. 
“No, not very close. I was talking to them the whole time because I don’t want them to feel left out in a new city. I’m just being polite.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey! So, were you just being polite to me through all this time?” I implored. 
“No! “(Laughing)
“Then Prove it”
“Aunty”, she called her a moment after, “Why don’t you people go shopping and while we have our breakfast. We’ll join you in half an hour.” She had to shout. 
The sweet shop opposite to it seemed like a perfect place to quench our hunger. We ordered Samosas and Kachoris but knowing that the cook had just poured a fresh stock of oil in the utensil, I thought to resume my question about knowing her.
She was quicker than me, “Do you know that this place is called Rukmini Gaon?“
I was surprised, surprised because I knew this place as in between Ganeshghuri and Six Mile area and as a Marketing Member of my college fest, I should have known this. At that moment, I felt like a stranger in this place even though I have been a veteran. 
“And you do know that Rukmini was the wife not the mistress?”
The high pitch laughter made everyone look at us.
Me : So, I assume that you do know the city quite well.
She: No, I won’t say so. Ever since IIT has been opened, the other side of the bridge is considered to be Guwahati itself and I have never been to the other side.
Me : Not even during Alcheringa
She: Especially not during the Alcheringa.
Let’s have a deal then. You’ll show me the city and I’ll take you to the other side. 
“It appears to be a good idea but what about them, “She pointed to the Pantaloons building.

Now, I couldn’t like them completely nor I couldn’t hate them. They were the reason that I met her and now they’re the reason why we couldn’t go on. 
“I think, we should ask them. Ask them what they want to do next? I can always make excuse for a project or an extra class which is extremely important.”
“What about me”, she uttered. 
“You don’t seem like a girl who could play dishonest. I ask you to stay here while I go and talk to them explaining that one of your friend called and you had to go and meet her.”
“Won’t it be rude?” 
“No, not at all. We waited while they were worshipping. We have already been polite.”
“And, how do you think they’d be able to find the guest house without us.” she raised her concern.
‘The cab, my dear. We now have plenty of them. Prime, Swiss, My taxi, Ola. I’ll brief them about it as well. You worry too much.”
I was back in little over 15 minutes and we began walking towards Ganeshghuri. 
“Why is Ganeshghuri called so?” I inquired.
‘Oh! It’s simple. There was a tree, the bark of which resembled Lord Ganesh. They built a temple in the locality and hence the name.’
“It is interesting. Earlier, I knew of this place only as a very strategic location where two of the most important roads, G.S Road and Zoo Road merge.” I added. 
“Yes, it is, in fact this road leads all the way to Shillong up ahead and Shillong has a G.S Road of its own. G.S Road is essentially an abbreviation for Guwahati Shillong Road.

We reached the beginning of the flyover and boarded the bus from there. I did try to get the conversation going in the bus but if you had been to the buses here, you’d know that it is a pretty hostile place to have a conversation. While she was about to say something, the bus driver put the pedal to the metal and her face buried at my chest. We were trying not to be deterrent against the hostility but this worked as a perfect conversation inhibitor for a while. We dropped at the Hub. 

“What do you know about the city? She asked. I need to know in order to make a tentative route to show you around.”
“I have roamed here a lot and no matter where you are the end name of the location will always have ‘-bari’, ‘-gaon’ or ‘-bazaar’ in its name.”
“What about Christian Basti or Noonmati or Khanapara?” Her eyebrows were intense. “Don’t generalize my city”. 
“Oh! There is one more thing that I do know.”
Chariali is when there is four ways and Teniali is when there is three ways from a point.” I tried to sound smart.
“Is there anything more left in your little lexicon”?
“Naah ! That’s all I could muster”, I shrugged.
Let’s do some window shopping and if we find something good, we can give them to Uncle and Aunty as a parting gift. I wanted to roam outside but I realized a piece of wisdom that one of my friend offered me a few days back. Never come between a girl and shopping, he uttered. Therefore, I went along with her without even hesitating a bit.
The thing with ‘The Hub’ is that once you enter inside, it shows promise. It appears as if you’ll definitely find the stuff that you’re looking for but after wasting a couple of hours, you do realize that it was just a false illusion. The same thing happened to us but before that she did try a hat while we were coming down from the stairs.
“Tumi dhuniya lagi se”, I whispered.
“So, you do know something apart from Chariali and Teniali” and then she burst into laughter. 

It was afternoon now and both of us were starving. In addition to that, as per the deal, I had to show her the campus. Knowing that the city doesn’t have much to offer we agreed to go to the other side on ferry after having lunch at JB’s. The bus took us to the Fancy Bazaar. We went inside and since the restaurant inside opened up only at 6 in the evening, we cursed ourselves as both of us were at fault knowingly. We concluded that it might be a blessing in a disguise as we still have plenty of adventure left in us and plentiful of food will eventually make us lethargic and lazy. We ordered the items that are mainly breakfast items as our lunch and continued talking.
‘What’s the story behind Nepali Mandir’, I had this question since we crossed that while reaching here. 
“I am not quite sure, she said but it is perhaps because the founding priest was a Nepali but I am not sure.”
“Oh really, How do you differentiate between a Nepali or any other North Eastern”, I tried to funny. 
“You know what, the North Indians are very much to India what Americans are to the world. They are rude, insensitive and have no respect to the indigenous culture. They won’t even learn new languages because they think that knowing Hindi is sufficient.” She sounded intense.
“I am Sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean and offensive.”
I concentrated on my food and tried to avoid her eyes. After a little while she spoke, “Are you going to be such a poker face the rest of the day?”
I didn’t reply to that. 
“Come on! Be a man and uphold your side of the deal”.

Me: Why do you think everything is so screwed up, the racial discrimination in the central part of the country and the lynching of people in the interiors here?
She: It’s over. Topic closed.
Me: No, I want to know.
She: Really? 
Me: Yes.
She: I think it basically arises from the fact that we do look a bit different. Our way of lifestyle is different. Now, in most part of the country, the differences are celebrated because we think of them as our own because of a common past but people in the rest of India don’t know if they have any common past with us. Pick up the history textbooks. It talks about the Magadha Empire, the Mauryan Empire. In the South it talks about Pala’s and Chola’s Dynasty. Then comes the Delhi Sultanate and the company rule. The common part in all of them is that none of these have ever reached the North Eastern India and even if they had, it is never taught to us. The Britishers arrived at Calcutta and went towards the fertile plains neglecting the difficult hilly terrain. The History textbooks treats us the same way. We appear as cameo when we talk about dance and the costume. If you were not with us in the past and are not cooperating much in the present, it is difficult to believe in the possibility of a future. Coming to the point the way why North Indians are sometimes treated roughly here. It is because the oppressions always have a retaliation and the retaliation most of the time is at a different place. Let me explain this to you in your lingo. It is very much like the Newton’s Third Law. Every action has its equal and opposite reaction but the action-reaction pair doesn’t act on the same body. They are applied on different body. During the 70’s and 80’s North Eastern India was full of possibility for the working class as this part wasn’t penetrated much and traders were able to get a huge profit margin. When they came here, they came without family and you know the urges of the working class people. Since, the society here has been quite open right from the independence, it was not difficult to get people married here but the problematic thing was that the girls were never really wife to them, they were more like a mistress and they left them here once the trade season ended. This resulted in great trust issues and even today many of my friends’ mother warns us when it comes to marrying a North Indian guy. They have their inhibition.
I couldn’t help but wonder the impact my sentence about Guwahati being like a mistress must have been on her.
‘Shall we proceed?, she asked.
“Yes, of course”, I was too stunned by her answer to be hesitating.
We sat on the small ferry and the as usual the Brahamputra looked magnificent. With the sun light falling at a particular angle at the time of the day, it appeared as a Golden River.
“My mother doesn’t likes travelling with ferry. She had hardly have ever been to the other side and she prefers the bridge. Do you think it is dangerous, the rickety ferry boat?” she asked.
“Initially, I used to think like you until one of my professors enlightened me. There is a thing called fatigue failure when a system fails at a much lesser load than it can actually bear because of the force distribution cycle. We take factor of safety of about 3 or 4 in such cases. Considering that, this bridge had expired five years back. The firm that built this won’t be responsible for any damage. We are at a safer place, Trust me.” I assured her.

Meanwhile, I called my friend who was there in the campus to arrange for a bike. I told him that I am with a girl and he didn’t ask anything further. It is interesting that on any usual date, lending a bike is only possible after a very arduous task of convincing but the moment you mention a girl, it becomes as smooth as you own the bike. 

We entered from the Khokha Gate and I could tell her from her face that she wasn’t pleased with the way she entered. The Gate didn’t impress her at all. We raced through all the hostels. Her entry wasn’t allowed in the boy’s hostel and I couldn’t enter the girl’s hostel. This inhibited us from exploring all the hostels completely. After roaming around all the faculty quarters and the lake that accompanies, she was pleasantly flabbergasted. I parked the vehicle at the Administrative Building parking lot and began telling her about the buildings by pointing towards them.

“Bhupen Hazarika Auditorium”, she spoke to herself reading the sign that was put up. It was loud enough for me to hear. 
“What is the reason that this city can never get enough of this guy?” I asked her.  I had always wanted to know about this guy. He was the only person who was able to call off a sudden holiday out of all the working day in our college when he died. That to me was huge. 
“Bhupen Da to an Assamese is what Rabindranath Tagore is to all the Bengalis in a way.” Her answer was short and crisp and I didn’t had to ask any further. She was very much impressed by all the buildings, open spaces and cleanliness and she kept appreciating till we reach the Academic Complex. 

Me: This is the best structure that we have here and it is one of the most beautifully constructed building I have ever seen. Take a very careful look at the front. So, have you gazed enough?
She: Yes.
We entered the building through the side entrance that leads directly to the Mechanical Engineering department.
“So, this is my department. What amazes me about this place is the way the two floors and three floors merge. It is so seamless that if you don’t pay attention to it, you won’t notice. Another thing that I have noticed is the complete disregard of the usual definition of first floor or the ground floor. Usually, the ground floor is the one which is at the ground level and the first floor above but because the buildings here are built keeping in mind the prevailing terrain, it turns out that a floor can both be described as the ground level and the first level. Consider the road which runs parallel to this corridor. It is at the same level. The HSS department here is unique because the stairs run inside the courtyard part. You can see the large stones which were not disturbed during the time of constructions and they add beautiful vibe to the building. When the buildings of a block face each other, they have connecting stairs and when they don’t face each other, they have a connecting path which runs parallel to the corridor. The Physics department here has a pentagon courtyard without any gradient in the vertical direction.”

“It has now began to look same as the starting point”, she said.
“Yes it is. That is why I told you take a careful look at the beginning.” I said. This building is an open and a closed space at the same time. You cannot go from one place to another without getting a feel of the weather outside. 
 We were now in the Civil Engineering Department where she was adoring the civility in which the plants were cut. And here she identified the merging of three floors and four floors herself. We made our way back to core I while she concentrated on each of the building trying to find patterns that I told her about on her way. She was fascinated when she reached the Department of Design and wondered the purpose of the conduit built in the courtyard. I didn’t have any answer to that but I did tell her about the sex ratio that we have in Mechanical Engineering and compared it with the Department of Design which is placed exactly opposite to each other. Even still, the female lavatory of the Core I is towards the side of Mechanical Department. This still puzzles me as why someone would put it this way.
The bench outside the Lecture Theatre was empty and I offered her a seat. She began talking.

“It is amazing that you explored the building beautifully. It is no doubt built with great care towards nature and it coincides with the terrain very harmoniously, something which is a rarity to find these days. The buildings of today have great functionality. There is absolutely no doubt about that but they lack personality. If you look at them, they all appear cube or cuboid. Even our city is slowly being that way. The reason why I wasn’t able to show you around much is because the city is losing everything it once had. You can find KFC, Big Bazaar, Shopping Malls everywhere. Is it functional? Yes. It makes our life very easy but it comes with the cost of uniqueness and newness. It was so good to actually see the architecture here.”
“The same thing can be said about our phones, I continued. They all appear the same. A Big Screen. Three buttons. A Back Camera and Front Camera. Even phones have lost personalities these days.”
This insightful tour and the intellectual talk had burned a lot of my grey cells. What about the eating joints here?” she asked. 
“I’ll take you to the eating joint but before that the View Point.” I insisted.

I was the one who was showing her around. She couldn’t say no even if she wanted to. She loved the View Point. Everyone does. She was trying to locate all the buildings from there. She was impressed by the sheer size of it and her amazement reminded me of the first time I came to this place. I was as ecstatic as she was, perhaps more. I don’t remember clearly. The four years I spent here started coming as a flashback. The people I met here initially. How they drifted away. The new set of people who came close. The initial club meetings. The events, the thrill of winning and the sadness of losing. It was a cocktail of emotions and it occurred to me that I have hardly a month left to stay here. I’d lose everything that I have been bragging for years now. After she finished adoring the view, we went to the best food joint that the campus had to offer in the New SAC and silently finished my meal. Eating a mouthful of sandwich from Subway leaves a little room to talk, therefore, my silence wasn’t interpreted much.
It was dark now and she wished to leave. 
“No matter how much you advocate the ferry ride, I want to take the bridge at this time of the day”, she urged.
‘Yeah! No problem. I have the bike with me for the whole day. I’ll drop you,” I replied in affirmative.
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After about one and half hour, I reached her home. She offered me to come inside and asked what I would prefer, tea or coffee. 
“Coffee, I replied.
I was staring at the wall still saddened by the fact that all of it is coming to an end. My friends, My hostel, The fest that I worked, it was my first organization.
“Are you all right?” she inquired. 
“Yes”, I replied promptly to avoid any room for doubt. 
“I don’t think so. The guy who asked, Are you fond of me at the temple is somehow not present here. “Tell me what it is.”, she asked further. 
“Nothing, it’s just that my college life is about to end. I cannot be reckless anymore. The new life shows promise but who knows. I don’t want to leave this place. I want it for eternity. I want to be with my lobby mates. I want to be in the team meetings. I want to see all the buildings once again. I want to sleep in my room. I want to…”
“Ssshhh..”, she interrupted and kissed my forehead.

I could now feel her breath on my lips. We stared into each other’s eyes and then we were so close that we had to shut our eyes.

We continued kissing each other passionately. A moment after I went further down and was kissing her collarbone. She was panting furiously and my lips were touching her body intermittently. I pulled down the lace of her bra from the side. It was now supported by the part of her arm a little below where the immune vaccination at the birth is injected. It is in this moment that I stopped.
‘What happened’, she asked.
“It’s embarrassing.” I said.
We were now sitting down comfortably but we still hadn’t adjusted our clothes. 
“Tell me. Is there something wrong?” she demanded an answer. 
“Well, for you it is the certain day of a month and I don’t have protection.” I muttered softly.
She rose from the sofa turned her back. She was now facing the kitchen area and while adjusting her bra back to her shoulders said, “Go on then! There’s a drug store a few blocks away. You wouldn’t want to leave anything behind. I forgot that this city indeed is your mistress.”

My heart skipped a beat.





(This is purely a work of fiction.)

Nostalgia

I have a crazy notion about the turn of events in my life where I believe that everything happens for a reason and nothing is a co-incidence. I do not know the reasons why everything happens or had happened but there is a voice inside my head that tells me to make a note of all the incidents. My time here in college has been very memorable. I couldn't have asked for anything better. It taught me, It groomed me and let me had had fun through all the teaching and grooming sessions. Apart from the seniors and batch mates having impact on me, my juniors affected me in many ways and amidst all this I find myself living in a time which offered a great variety from the usual usual-ness. 

The end is closing in and it makes me recapitulate the days I spend here highlighting the important events. I might be missing on a broad range of topics and events and for that I'm sorry. A human mind although so powerful turns weak against time and forgets incidents. It forgets even more when you sit down and write. Before you start reading it, I'd like to make an announcement. I have been working with +Shashank Agarwal  on this list and our aim is to make this list complete and comprehensive. We tried covering all the aspect that came in our minds but we know that we might be missing a lot. (In addition to that, we aren't including the celebrities visiting the campus during fests because it changes every year and every batch has it's own chance of meeting certain celebrities.) So, if you'd like anything to be added to it, inbox me. Now without further delay

Here it goes:


1 ) We were the old-new (second last) batch to be admitted in an old-new IIT with an old-new selection procedure.

2) We have been experimented with all kind of mess system in the span of four years. Right from compulsary to partial conpulsary and non-compulsion system.

3) From Building Hostels to leaning of the hostel.

4) Inter-IIT in IIT Guwahati.

5) The elected Gymkhana was dissolved.

6) New Girls Hostel - None of the older batches saw the under construction and completion of a new girls hostel. 

7) New SAC

8) The Hostels which never made to the top in points table in competitions started making it.

9) One of the Best Convener was not even called a Convener but was called OC. Getting Scrapped and then the happening of the fest.

10) A backlog student went on organizing Inter-IIT and he was praised so much for it.

11) Disco awarded with a reward of sem back for the first time. And then one of those guy went on bagging one of the most prestigious internship and all of them have been the best placement volunteers.

12) The best promo videos and Techniche nights outside Auditorium.

13) The emergence of the Current Campus Junta and The Dark Knight Rose with his superpower keyboard to stop the Substance Abuse :P

14) Formation of Department of BaBE (It was figuratively now it is literally)

15) The skinniest guy of the campus went on to become Mr. IIT.

16) Two Sports Secretaries and both from the same lobby. 

17) Departmental Fests

18) Manthan Scrapped and then Revamped.

19) The department which is supposed to give us better structures and houses had it's own terrace fall down. 

20) The Chemistry Professor finally got his haircut.

21) The Mad (about his work) King of NSS.

22) IITG got its first vehicle. #SAE

23) A Batch Video #Happy

24) A Trekking Night-Out with a Professor and the Elephants.

25) The Running Start Ups and they are getting famous day by day.

26) Forget the Joint, there's a sexy Food Joint now :D :D The Bank Canteen got upgraded to IRCTC. 

27) We were so close to be declared a wildlife park with Leopard sighting and the Python capture incident. 

28) We started MUN's in the campus. 



Like life is, everything hadn't been quite smooth as we faced the most dreadful incidents that can happen in a college namely suicides (which is sadly increasing in number) and molestation cases. 

IIT Guwahati still in its young stage has faced problems (apart from the problem that every new college suffers for example placements and alumni funds) beyond compare be it about people having their fear when they come here for the first time or the connectivity with the central India but overtime, it has tackled all the situations and I have a very strong hope that the few problems that have cropped in recent days will be completely taken care of in the coming days and the batches further will come up with even a better list than mine. 

I'll name my Daughter after my Ex

Why would I do so, you ask.

Because I still remember the butterflies in my stomach when I was about to see you for the first time. I have a similar anticipation to meet her.
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My relationship is very good right now. In fact Sophie is the one I'm going to have a daughter with, something you were never ready for but with her it's less fighting and less arguing. Our Love is strong. I am proud to say that. We understand each other without saying things. But with my daughter I have to be a child once again. Your absence made me very matured and now it's your name that will come back and make me a child once again. May be that's why she have to have your name.
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I'll get troubled when she won't pick up my phone or answer to my text, something that always happened with you. But with Sophie, we allow each other's personal space and we don't need to explain why one of us were late or couldn't pick up the phone but with my daughter, I'd want to know each and every thing.
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Because she'll forget the things I'll do for her and yet I won't mind. 
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Because you're still stuck in the back of my mind somewhere. I do remember you and it always starts with good memories but when I have nothing to do, the good starts lead to bad endings and I end up being sad. Your name will thereafter pick all those stories from bad endings and lead to a good one, and this good would be better than the beginning. 
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Because everything I do with Sophie is nothing but a Deja-vu. I enjoy her company, I really do but it's just that I have done it already. With her everything would be new, so, it has to be you. It has to be your name.
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Because, I'll love her immensely. I'll love her like a madman. I'll be ready to give up my life for her anytime and yet she'll leave me one day.

Your name will give me strength to do that and then, it won't be something new. It'd be a Deja-Vu.

This is purely a work of fiction. The writer has written it in first person to have a better dramatic effect. It has nothing to do with anyone's personal life as per writer's knowledge.