A Silent Protest...

“ Maybe I know that the path im treading is wrong, maybe it leads to nowhere but at least I have got the courage to walk a long way along it…..”
That’s what animesh told madhabilata when she demanded him to move out of the naxalite movement in samaresh mazumdar’s “Kalbela”.
And that’s exactly what I thought when I opted for “THE NATIONAL INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY ,DURGAPUR” on my counseling day.
Today I know I was right then.
Im not animesh, was never as daring as him and to some extent idolize him .
And this piece of scribbling is not a ballad on my college.
One of my friends who s really thrilled me with some fascinating blog articles seems to have a sea of discontent flowing over our college , so does her beautiful piece of poetry suggest .I know the list of Placements and dreamjobs ist of Placementap wont interest her much . She s got some real doubt over the credentials of our students. Well I should let her know that ive found a few madhabilata s and animesh s in our college.
OKAY enough of shit lets get to the facts.
Lets listen to a story,or maybe a narration to be precise.

“There it is I thought amidst the waves, isn’t it?? The small paperboat fighting its way down the river?” A rough push broke my hallucination . “its getting late son ,we ll have to go back before sundown” father said. I stopped my ipod “behte saagar mein tanha kahin… geeton ko tumhare khojti..”.so that was the reason I was seeing the paperboat(filled with my dreams) I broke into a smile and suddenly that sunny afternoon filled my thoughts. “ Soham, have you seen The Bong Connection?”ayan smiled. There was no electricity and we as usual had bunked classes and were having the usual ”adda” on a rooftop.”its really a good movie ,you better watch it”. Had I not listened to Ayan that day maybe I would not have got the anjan dutta recipe which now plays one of the most important part of my life.
st important parrget those never ending discussion about satyajit ray ,rabindranath tagore about “OUR NATIONAL POET ‘SONNET’ ” and obviously about konkona0� and obvious Well to be true ,I have got a lot of friends studying in college s far better than mine in IIT s,ISM s and all the ones with IT ending its name but…..barring one
The only interesting topic that seems to come up when we meet is “ Kire kota girlfriend holo , koto jon ke potali and bla bla….”
The only place where we end up every alternate day is below the 89 cinemas .
Don’t know, unwillingly feel a part of lust-starving men who have been deprived of their testosterone in their collge. I wont leave them ,never do that ,for they have been with me through the rough, but I must admit I have found a few good men in my college who actually think exactly as I do . People who are not robots programmed to success .
People who have failed big time as I have. People who dare to sing “Dariye aacho tumi aamar.. “ at 2am the day before the semester exams ,and yes people who are unhesitant to help.

The poetess seems to have a lot of grudge over the fags and vodka.
But (though I haven’t had much) a nip or 2 has a comfortably numb effect on you I must say. Still remember the day I wasn’t “OUT” .
“Yesterday love was such an easy game to play…”
The beatles song multiplies its gripping effect when you are intoxicated. Obviously another one is” Somebody s me”.
I have found in rishi, ayan ,sumantra ,basu, sam, people who have lived life the way they wanted. We have been rebels against the wrong just like animesh and without deciding whether it was right or wrong walked along the path.i have seen my friends fantasizing someone and loving her even when she moved on with somebody.i have found my friend in the middle of a love story playing a character till the end , with the real world faded from his eyes.

WE ARE STILL “HUMAN S” IN OUR COLLEGE”.
“HAVENT BEEN GRINDED INTO A MACHINE”
Maybe the facts that she included were partly true.
But who cares.