Perfection reaching to each and every Pixel

Tomorrow Techniche'12 will be declared open. Well, Techniche'12 never was closed. Unlike, other Techno Management or other College Fests, Techniche never stays dormant. It is always eventful, always engaging. We have "Technothlon aka Techno", We have "The Guwahati Half Marathon" , We have "Escalades" organized in different cities, the "Online Events", and all of these happenings never allow us to keep the shutter down. Well, honestly speaking, we never want the shutter to go down. We "Celebrated Innovation" for four days last year and right from the next day, we started the work for Winter Publicity of Techno.

From the college which never sleeps, we present to you the Fest which never sleeps.

I don't have anything to brag about what I did last year [Trust me you'll never want others to know that all you did was infra work :P] and I don't know that the efforts that I put in [ jitna fight mare (as we speak here) ] this year is worth bragging about or not but I know about the simple joy it brings to me when I find all of it happening.

Many a times when I see everyone working for it, I like there's a big wedding in my house and I'm a kid. All I'm asked to do is to be polite and nice to everyone. I don't do anything yet I feel so ecstatic to be a part of it.

And I want to quote a  line from Srijan Bhaiya's blog that, "It is all there, the perfect ingredients for something so perfect that its only imperfection is that it is difficult for it to be any more perfect than what it already is." [Bhaiya, I just changed the Tense.. :P]

I see my seniors and my batch mates working their asses off. Also, the tiny new members of our family doing what they're asked to do. I see them putting their whole heart into it, right from a simple team member to the Heads and the Convener, trying to perfect their job in every possible way.
I guess that's why it's called "Pixelating Perfection".

Jai Techniche. \m/

One of the posters from the last year

The Woman

I don't want to meet you, not even in my dreams. Moreover, I don't even want to bump into you. It's just that I feel so naked when I find you in my vicinity. You know how I feel, you know what I think, you know what's going in my head, you know what I'll do next and yet I can't trust you. You know everything about me and despite being turned down, I can't stop thinking about you. Perhaps, I left a part of me inside you and may be that's keeping me clung to you. A part of me that's partly inside you and partly inside me and no matter how hard I try to take that part back, I keep leaving more of me inside every time in my attempt.
I don't know what was in you which brought me towards you in the first place and it's just crazy that we haven't had met even once.
How can one develop such a strong liking to a person without even meeting once?
How can one afflict such an enormous pain without even touching?
How can one ...............

Trying to Balance

My daily routine is so flexible that I end up messing everyday. I hardly recall a single thing, which I planned and end up doing on the schedule on which I preplanned. It's not because I prefer doing one thing and often at times, I keep doing a particular thing for prolonged hours and at the end of the day I miss on every other thing. It's just that it's getting difficult to manage academics, work and play. Even when I do come up with some kind of routine, I end up failing at it drastically right from the next hour because of it's rigidity and hardness.
"They say what doesn't kills you, makes you stronger".
For me the days are going like.
"What doesn't kills you, makes you spend another day thinking you can be killed at any moment".
Pushing myself isn't working.You can push yourself once, twice, thrice or a few more than that. But you can't push yourself every day. It strains you and once you get injured, after a few days of recovery, you're back in the league of Ordinary Gentleman with Ordinary Pace.

I need a Balanced Life Style.

Was it Real?

“"I'm coming, Fatima,"

I finished reading “The Alchemist” and it had a deep impact on my mind. From past few days, I’ve been taking everything happening in my life into consideration, looking for omens, looking for the hints that destiny wants to reveal and many a times, it gets overlooked. I even got my own Urim and Thummim, (they are just rock crystals). I got out of the second floor of the “Institute Library”. I took the stairs and meanwhile I was thinking whether to browse through journals and magazines on the first floor or to go straight to my room. I took out those stones and thought they would guide me.

“First Floor, it is”

As I made my way in, a girl walked out. I didn’t have a good look on her face as I was keeping those stones in my pocket.

“This can never be my destiny, to leave a girl and walk into the library”, I said to myself as I walked into the reading hall.

I was still in doubt. I didn’t know if it is right going after her. Ultimately, I took out the stone and threw them away.

“They can never guide me. These are just stones. Man should make his decision on his own.”

As they hit the floor, a thunder was heard and soon enough it started to rain. It seemed like a movie clip. Me throwing the stone, the sound of clouds colliding and thunder and then the rain.

I laughed it off and went down. She was standing at the portico. She looked towards the sky and then into her book. The book had a red binding and sticker, which clearly said that it’s been issued from the library. The way she stared at the sky gave me the hint that she wanted “Rain! Rain Go Away”.

I took umbrella out of my bag. Ever since, my phone got damaged in the rain, I’ve been carrying umbrella in my bag daily. But I never expected that this would act as a conversation starter someday.

“You can come under my umbrella, if you want to” I said with a smile.

She didn’t even look at me. I started walking again forgetting about her.

“Did you ask just to run away”, she asked.

I didn’t see her face expression while she said this as I already started to walk. I was surprised.

It wasn’t long since the rain started but still the stairs outside were wet. We slowly walked on those and then reached the round about. I took the left turn.

“Where are you going? The girls’ hostel is this way (pointing her hand in the right direction)”,

“I thought you’ve to go to the lecture theater. Seeing the book you issued is a text book, not a leisure reading. I inferred that you’re studious and you attend lectures regularly.”

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover” she smiled as she said this.

“Anyways, let’s go by the long road then”, she added.

We quietly walked together. All I could hear was the raindrops splashing on the cemented path ways. The grasses looked greener than they usually look because the rain had washed away all the dirt and dust from their blades. The ducks were very quite in the lake. I was steeping my foot hard on the ground because this kind of silence was making me feel awkward.

“Don’t your hairs bother you”, she asked all of a sudden.

“I should have asked the same question to you. Your hairs are twice or rather I should say thrice longer than me.”

“Your beard then?” she said.

“Not at all. Not unless the mustache grow. Only when they almost come on my lips, I get irritated. Otherwise, it’s fine.”

“And what about you, you have recently started putting on glasses. Does that bother you?” I asked

“Yeah, they stick in my hairs sometimes. But not much. At least they let me see properly.”

The road between the auditorium and lake is narrow and while we were walking down that road, her hand touched mine a few times. But I tried avoiding looking at her every time it happened. We continued walking together and soon the hostel entrance came.

“It’s time for good bye then” I said softly.

“Not so early” she came closer and kissed on my cheek.

The umbrella dropped off from my hand because of this sudden reaction of her and I was all wet. To take a good look at her I took off my glasses to wipe it clean but by the time I was about to put it on, she vanished.

And therefore, I woke up. I woke up from my sleep.

“God, why do you give such dreams”

I rubbed my spectacles and put it on. All of it felt so real that I even touched my cheek as soon as I woke up. That gentle kiss reminded me of my girlfriend. Her soft lips as if they are the petals of rose.

I called her.

(tring) (tring)..

I hardly would have completed saying “Hello” to her. She interrupted in between.

“I was just about to call you, Piyush. You know what, it rained here today. And while I was walking under the umbrella, I felt like you were walking next to me. The rain drops can be easily heard but still it was so quite all around that I started thumping my feet to make crazy sounds. It felt like you were holding my hand. And as soon as I reached my home, you called.”

“It all feels so great”, she added.

I was speechless. How in the world, would I’ve reacted to this?

“Piyush, it’s so long. I haven’t kissed you. Kiss me over the phone”

“mmmmuuah”

“mmmmuaaah”

(disconnected)