Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
ur farewell gift ........
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 2k9
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experiences…
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh! nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation while chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you..
Sing! Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,and don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss! Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch! Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good...
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you
should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Visit another country once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Kolkata once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths:-
prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen… consider this a farewell gift ;) cheers
p.s this is baz lurhmann's work , no rights claimed.:)
Ayan.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experiences…
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh! nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation while chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you..
Sing! Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,and don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss! Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch! Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good...
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you
should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Visit another country once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Kolkata once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths:-
prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen… consider this a farewell gift ;) cheers
p.s this is baz lurhmann's work , no rights claimed.:)
Ayan.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
@ ranu : back-benchers ruled !!!!
Incidentally, the 8th of this month was also the day that we ( class of 2k9 ) began as a class at GCTS in 2005. J ( and I’m up to something that could make for a good birthday present for all u guys present in this great batch ) will get back to you in some time J
BTW Priyanka has done a wonderfully cool job with the picture-and-narration style… I’ll extend.... :)
The Back-Benchers !!!
The last two rows in the classroom were always separated from the rest of the class!! Kokhono kokhono to mone-hoto that aamra onno ekta lecture attend korchi .. err pashe boshe thaka kono classmate’r lecture… and very often the teacher wouldn’t like it …. Orom ekjon PD chilo…. Ekdin Kotha bolte bolte nijer moddhe khub haasha hashi korchi….. pichone boshe amra – sila,ami,mari !! Kichu ekta kotha niye khub haasha haashi cholche, mone hoi keo PD’r nokol korchilo LIVE !!! hotath PD bole – “ eeeu three !!! pleas’ss’e get out of the cla’sss’s ” … the three of us get up (nirlojje’r moto) and kono rokom a haashi dhaka diye berote jaabo ki PD abar bole – “oh!! Tumi o berobe ? ok ! chole jaao” suddenly a ruckus is created the class is rolling away with laughter…. We are almost near the door now but we turn back to get the joke. There it is
, confused hoye dariye aache - Paagla !!! bechara class a gumaachillo!! ei chaychamechi te ghum bhenge geche bechara'r ... O bhebeche sir oke “get out” boleche, tai o ghum theke uthe soja amader saathe haata laagiyeche !!!! finally after much ado about "sleeping", Pagla decided to stay back that day …. After all a bunch of 4th years turned out of the class doesn’t look nice … or does it? but Pagla , u deserve a huge round of applause !!!
Maity was the most popular teacher na? debate hobena mone hoi J but maity’er
class a chele-meyra usually chup chaap class korto … doused in awe and charm I guess ;) but even he couldn’t stop our un-forced double faults …. Shedin mone hoi shaamner dike (2nd bench a ) boshechilaam …. Mone hoi crepe bandage niye kichu bolchilen sir .. hotaat “dhaaaam” !!!!!! eto jor kono awaj normally kono class a hoina .. monehochhilo kono ekta khub bhari kichu maati-te poregeche like the prehistoric OHP that lay around in the classroom un-used most of the time … anyways it came from behind the classroom and that is where the OHP is not usually kept… tahole ki porlo ?? shobai pichone ghure dekhaar chesta korchi … but kichu dekha jachhena … teen second… char second… paanch second.. and then it appears. Table’er niche diye aage ekta bishaal haath berolo !!! taar por aarekta bishaal haath !!! taar por ekta bishaal maatha aar chotto chotto duto chokh … and then the rest of KINGKONG !!! smiling he made the first move before sir could crack the joke… says – “ ss.. ss.. ssir ghumiye pore chillaam, chair bhenge poregechi” !! kudos Kingkong , u were a wonderful backbencher !!
Okay this one, I just loved !!! sila santo malu katwa chamu and saptarshi !! prottek din a kono na kono class a deri kore aashto!!! Every single day !! even as the entire class would be smelling cigarettes, they would refute saying “ Sir , bathroom a chilaam “ or “Sir, canteen a chilaam” ,when reprimanded. And pichon theke keo na keo always bole uthto ( rather very audibly) “sir mama’r dokaane cigarette khete gechilo” !!!! of course, both the guilty and the jury in this case were back-benchers !! sir ki korbe na bujhte pere bechara der dhukte diye ditto :D
Chuha most amazingly had the most disgusting habit!!! While sitting beside him you would always run the risk of his “pichuk” landing on your trousers!!! Sila would always complain – “ paan khaaye saiyaan humaar, (but mere) kurte pe cheet laal laal” :D Chuha used to love this one!!
There were countless such other incidents that involved the poor souls sitting at the back that we’ll all remember. I say “we” because every time something goofy at the back happened I could always see the enthusiastic first-benchers turning back .… approvingly most of the times . some wise guy once said : "intellects are everywhere … some enjoy the laugh while some choose to bear the expense …. " :P
You guys must be thinking – ei golpo gulo toh shabai aage theke e jaani , tahole aabar kore lekhaar mane ki ?… ami bhaablaam toder bhalo laagbe .. :) .... those were crazy days na ?
Anyways the other important thing is that notun college'a ake-baare pichoner dike ekta jaayge book kore niyechi !! it’s only half as fun, though. But, sometimes when I’m not sleeping through a boring lecture, my mind still drifts away to the 2nd floor of the Girishanandya building, Asansol.
Confession: Ekhon aar Chandrabindoo’r gaanta – “ ghum ghum classroom , paashe khola jaanla / daakche aamake …” aar boka boka laagena :D
p.s its only to be fair that I’ve not included section B here, I’m sure the back-benchers there have done an equally competent job as we did in creating speed-breakers for the faculty ;)
ooh before i get lost , wish all u guys from the class of 2k9 a very very HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!may God bless all ... cheers
ayan
BTW Priyanka has done a wonderfully cool job with the picture-and-narration style… I’ll extend.... :)
The Back-Benchers !!!
The last two rows in the classroom were always separated from the rest of the class!! Kokhono kokhono to mone-hoto that aamra onno ekta lecture attend korchi .. err pashe boshe thaka kono classmate’r lecture… and very often the teacher wouldn’t like it …. Orom ekjon PD chilo…. Ekdin Kotha bolte bolte nijer moddhe khub haasha hashi korchi….. pichone boshe amra – sila,ami,mari !! Kichu ekta kotha niye khub haasha haashi cholche, mone hoi keo PD’r nokol korchilo LIVE !!! hotath PD bole – “ eeeu three !!! pleas’ss’e get out of the cla’sss’s ” … the three of us get up (nirlojje’r moto) and kono rokom a haashi dhaka diye berote jaabo ki PD abar bole – “oh!! Tumi o berobe ? ok ! chole jaao” suddenly a ruckus is created the class is rolling away with laughter…. We are almost near the door now but we turn back to get the joke. There it is
, confused hoye dariye aache - Paagla !!! bechara class a gumaachillo!! ei chaychamechi te ghum bhenge geche bechara'r ... O bhebeche sir oke “get out” boleche, tai o ghum theke uthe soja amader saathe haata laagiyeche !!!! finally after much ado about "sleeping", Pagla decided to stay back that day …. After all a bunch of 4th years turned out of the class doesn’t look nice … or does it? but Pagla , u deserve a huge round of applause !!!Maity was the most popular teacher na? debate hobena mone hoi J but maity’er
class a chele-meyra usually chup chaap class korto … doused in awe and charm I guess ;) but even he couldn’t stop our un-forced double faults …. Shedin mone hoi shaamner dike (2nd bench a ) boshechilaam …. Mone hoi crepe bandage niye kichu bolchilen sir .. hotaat “dhaaaam” !!!!!! eto jor kono awaj normally kono class a hoina .. monehochhilo kono ekta khub bhari kichu maati-te poregeche like the prehistoric OHP that lay around in the classroom un-used most of the time … anyways it came from behind the classroom and that is where the OHP is not usually kept… tahole ki porlo ?? shobai pichone ghure dekhaar chesta korchi … but kichu dekha jachhena … teen second… char second… paanch second.. and then it appears. Table’er niche diye aage ekta bishaal haath berolo !!! taar por aarekta bishaal haath !!! taar por ekta bishaal maatha aar chotto chotto duto chokh … and then the rest of KINGKONG !!! smiling he made the first move before sir could crack the joke… says – “ ss.. ss.. ssir ghumiye pore chillaam, chair bhenge poregechi” !! kudos Kingkong , u were a wonderful backbencher !!Okay this one, I just loved !!! sila santo malu katwa chamu and saptarshi !! prottek din a kono na kono class a deri kore aashto!!! Every single day !! even as the entire class would be smelling cigarettes, they would refute saying “ Sir , bathroom a chilaam “ or “Sir, canteen a chilaam” ,when reprimanded. And pichon theke keo na keo always bole uthto ( rather very audibly) “sir mama’r dokaane cigarette khete gechilo” !!!! of course, both the guilty and the jury in this case were back-benchers !! sir ki korbe na bujhte pere bechara der dhukte diye ditto :D
Chuha most amazingly had the most disgusting habit!!! While sitting beside him you would always run the risk of his “pichuk” landing on your trousers!!! Sila would always complain – “ paan khaaye saiyaan humaar, (but mere) kurte pe cheet laal laal” :D Chuha used to love this one!!
There were countless such other incidents that involved the poor souls sitting at the back that we’ll all remember. I say “we” because every time something goofy at the back happened I could always see the enthusiastic first-benchers turning back .… approvingly most of the times . some wise guy once said : "intellects are everywhere … some enjoy the laugh while some choose to bear the expense …. " :P
You guys must be thinking – ei golpo gulo toh shabai aage theke e jaani , tahole aabar kore lekhaar mane ki ?… ami bhaablaam toder bhalo laagbe .. :) .... those were crazy days na ?
Anyways the other important thing is that notun college'a ake-baare pichoner dike ekta jaayge book kore niyechi !! it’s only half as fun, though. But, sometimes when I’m not sleeping through a boring lecture, my mind still drifts away to the 2nd floor of the Girishanandya building, Asansol.
Confession: Ekhon aar Chandrabindoo’r gaanta – “ ghum ghum classroom , paashe khola jaanla / daakche aamake …” aar boka boka laagena :D
p.s its only to be fair that I’ve not included section B here, I’m sure the back-benchers there have done an equally competent job as we did in creating speed-breakers for the faculty ;)
ooh before i get lost , wish all u guys from the class of 2k9 a very very HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!may God bless all ... cheers
ayan
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Birthday Day
6th August 2005
Just two days before we entered through the golden gates of GCTS, 3 of our batchmates celebrated their b'days in the peace of their homes, with their loved ones. They're very apprehensive about the new turn their lives are taking and this is probably their last "normal" celebration, they tell themselves.
6th August 2009
Its' been a few months since college got over, finally.
Once again the 3 b'day people are with their loved ones in t
he peace of their home... but they are missing something.
The madness that b'day's at college had come to mean, the day-long queue of wishes and bumps which began at dot 12 midnight. The icing smeared faces and the glitter stuck in hair, the ballons bursting all around. The hugs, yes, and the wonderfully wrapped-up gifts too!
Between these two dates lies a whole world
- our world of debates: whether to go for strawberry or choclate or to go 'jugaad'? whether to go obnoxious with the ballon fillings or with the bumps? or maybe show some mercy for a change?
-our world of music: bangla-hindi-oriya-english-whatevr! rhythm is what counts... anything which allows for movement is welcome on a party-night!
-our world of planning: what to keep and what to remove from the b'day treat menu.. budget's thinner than a shoestring afterall!
-our world of friends: everyone is eligible for the bumps/kicks!!
-our world of joy: b'days were a somewhat painful affair for the 'causes' but the effect somewhat made up for it :)
To these amazing people who owe us all a grand treat:
HAPPY B'DAY ALL OF YOU!!!
This, we hope, makes up for our absence :)
(Somewhat?!?)
P.S: I only knew about these three b'days on this date... if there were others and I've been missing them over the years, please pardon me and correct before the b'day boy/girl kills me.
I take this opportunity to forward another gentle reminder about our treats due over the years....
Friday, July 31, 2009
Soumya Dutta aka Chameli
Here are some of the memorable moments I've shared with Chams, the biggest 'antel' of our group who managed to be the coolest of all in most situations... err, except when it came to walking in the sun, of course.
The first time I could convince Soumyo to take a local train instead of the usual express... and probably the last. He still has nightmares of the horror I put him through :D This is the very hazy photo of the same.
He could avoid local trains, but he couldn't avoid us... this is another sample of the matchmaking efforts we had put in for him.
P.S: The other persons in the above pics were as clueless about our plans as Soumyo, and I take this opportunity to clarify, once again, that none of this was directed at them.
Sorry, but I bet even you smile looking back!
This pic is another in the series of the train pics where Soumyo was the victim, but it's different as here he was not the lone victim. Ayan, aka Gini/Boto and what not, was a part of the MBA-prep trio of ours which travelled 8+ hours each weekend, and slogged throughout the week, together. This joke is exclusively for us, sorry but it has to be so.
One of the few sober pics Soumyo ever posed for, here he's seen with Souvik aka Badsha, one of the most popular guys from our batch. This is right after the campus interview of one of the Pharma Cos. which came over at GCTS and left us with not-so-good memories.
The smiles are what I remember and miss the most though...
Hoping to see you all soon again with the same warm smiles!!!
NOTE: anyone wishing to add on to this post should do so ASAP!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
A stolen hour .... the Symbi story so far ..
Classes are over for today … this, is the one hour , in-between the drowsy last few minutes of the Sales & Distribution lecture and the Circus to follow , where the future managers will sit over a presentation due tomorrow….. The cafeteria will soon be filled up with bright sparks gelling and bouncing off each other in about as much time it takes the elevator to descend the 6 floors….The library comes before anything else but the coffee gets my preference… the Wi-Fi is amazing … but anyways the rubbish I’ve keep downloading these days , are rarely worth a second double-click…. Even as I miss my sweet-corn with hot coffee I can feel my grey cells readjusting to the AMR assignment modifications suggested last Wednesday…. and something keeps me from thinking - MJ’s demise was premature…. I am afraid that I’ve started noticing changes in just about everything that I would have called “Normal” even a month ago … even the figures that used to hover around inside my tiny head have grown into the numeric sort… I must have Hi-Five’ed and Hello’ed 30 guys since morning without even remembering their names … it rained today but there was no sign of the beautiful “Dhurba” … Kolkata is on the other side of the map …..
Wait!! There’s more to this day …. It’s finally been a month since our orientation programme, which formally inducted us into the Symbi family, ended in applause…. Every morning I manage to wake up, somehow … the bleary eyes remind me “oye!!! Life has never been so alive…..” ….. Break-fasts skipped and classes missed are a different story that I’ll tell you the day when I explain why “Symbi Rocks!!!
Ayan
Wait!! There’s more to this day …. It’s finally been a month since our orientation programme, which formally inducted us into the Symbi family, ended in applause…. Every morning I manage to wake up, somehow … the bleary eyes remind me “oye!!! Life has never been so alive…..” ….. Break-fasts skipped and classes missed are a different story that I’ll tell you the day when I explain why “Symbi Rocks!!!
Ayan
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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