Well... life gives it all! Life is spectacular, it's beautiful... But its hideous,bestial and loathsome at times.But even then,somewhere within the unsightliness, life emerges as a pleasure,gifts some worth ed-for-a-lifetime presents. Life is a race.. of winning. But not all rats are meant to win. There are rats who chooses to loose to let the other rats win it. Now that is a figure of speech I used to camouflage the inefficiency though!! But there lies the beauty of life! Life is unbiased. Speculating any single aspect of life may prove oneself a failure or the winner- one at a time, at a glance. No two person can conquer victory at a time. That's the law of life. But each person has a reason to rejoice, to exult and celebrate their triumph. Disappointments comes in the same package called life. You get it as a free gift... whether you like it or not, you cannot deny it! But life is judicial. It arranges compensation for all disappointments.
Then was the time, when I stood happy,elated and rejoiced my mini success amidst of grave failures. My sgpa was horrendous that semester. I stood perfectly crestfallen, though that 7.32 was didnot come to me as any surprise! I had pretty fair conjecture about something not above that! But then emerged the first mini compensation paid to me by life. The gmail inbox showd a little message from the Assistant proffessor of IIT Kgp, approving my application to do my summer project under him. I had no idea about who he was. It was just a result of spaming applications to all proffessors of all colleges. After the gr8 cgpa event, I was pretty sure of not getting through it. I called him up. Don't know by which words of mine he was convinced enough to accept my application. And after the grave fall, this became a reason commendable enough atleast for me to be happy.
Thereafter started my ordeal in IIT Kgp. Well the original me again peeped from within. Work? Well does that word really exist in the oxford dictionary? Atleast in the version that is with me, it is written in invisible ink! And thus started my happy journey. The vicinity around me seemed to possess exuberant thrill, zeal and what we term as "masti"!! Missed my labs, did no work, labs were turned to chatrooms, computer screen still never forgot to show d gmail chat window. People had come from different places for their projects as well. Met with quite a lot of them. Some became just aquaintance, and some real good companions. Toured the whole of kharagpur, munched on relishing dishes, attended birthday parties of people whom i knew nothing of jst a day before! Luvd kgp, and even cursed it for the overenhusiastic fervor for study among the people there.
Well... but life is never unjust is what i always say. Not only does it pay compensation for its punishments, but it demands a premium for your mistakes as well,and that may seem a lumpsome amount at times. Suddenly I realised, I lost quite a long time enjoying and my work is at stake! I was quite elated to learn about the fact that what i was supposed to accomplish was a paper, and not any project. I had the least idea what a paper is. My mentor explained me and I felt quite happy about myself indulged in something bigger than what I thought I was doing, though very unknowingly. My anticipations from the work magnified. But just then, it was my turn to pay the premium! I realised I wasted my days in pure "masti"!!
The blues once again canoped the vicinity. I could see no way out. The evening fun at tikkas, a hangout place over there turned to nighouts at the lab. The laughter faded. even the smiles blew off very soon. The good companions had become gr8 friends by then. But soon the lunch table at Billoos had one person less more often, which very soon turned out to be a permanant absence. I missed the shikanzi and golas. Dinner awaited me even long after midnight in my room. Thanks to all my dear friends who cared to preserve it for me. But the raspberry dolly couldnot wait for me due to the immense heat.
Very soon people started finishing off with their respective projects. One by one, their trains whisteled to beckon them back home. But my work still stood at a standstill. progress was just not happening! The premium was too much to pay.
Well, months have passed, but I am still at the same place even now. I am still paying the premium. And as time is flying by, interest seems to be increasing. still very pessimistically optimistic that someday I may be able to complete it. Someday, I might be able to say yes, I have completed my paper.... Someday I may be able to declare my success... But all so very pessimistically optimistic!!
And so I started feeling life is really unjust. A little tide of exhilaration, just a handful of euphoria... how can life bestow such an undeserved punishment for a little!!
But soon again, life whispered some unspoken justice in my ears, so very silently, so very munificently. I ponderd, what did I lose and what I gained in the whole episode!Well, I lost just one thing... a paper at time. I am not saying I lost it completely, bcoz I am still pessimistically optimistic about it! And instead, I gained this phrase forever-pessimistically optimistic! Some friendships that are just so very optimistic, even in all pessimistic situations; some long distance chats from other corner of the country just to assure 'get going, I am there, if not help, but always to support'; some slurping golas... kulchas... raspberry dolly... nd many more.... When I look back to see what all missed and what I will be missing may be forever from now, I always find the "will be missing forever" part heavier on the weigh! I mised may be just a paper, that too still pessimistically optimistic about! But certainly I will miss the nighouts at lab, the strolling back to hostel at 12:30 am, disappointed by the mysterious output of a 1000 lines code!I miss the diligently working face with fingers buzy in debugging, but still, never missing any single chance to flirt with the girl at the next table. I miss the radient face of the papa's girl at that next table. Kulchas will forever remind me of Dreamland... noone can ever make better kulchas than the satto ka kulcha over there! Now I don't like dhosas, as they pinch me. Kerela Dhosa were too very sour at super duper!! Any platform at night frightens me now... I am never late for any train, coz I don't want to miss it as she did at night 2:00am, coz now she is not there, they are not there with me who would wait till the night just to assure us being together if any problem grasps even a single person. Raspberry dollies nomore taste so good you know!!It seems Vadilal have stopped distributing the good ones at other outlets other than the veggies!!I miss "V.J"!!! I miss the threatning of laath.
But hey, I still can have chocolates and chocolate icecreams infront of that only girl hating them! Thanks for being in the same colege dear. And I still do have those long distance telephonic chats,just with a difference that the friendship strengthened even more,, and the "nautanki" amplified!!
Is this what I lost or what I gained??I am too very confused!!Did life punish me or gift me??Should I be happy for all these or sad??I have no idea whatsoever... I am still pessimistically optimistic............
Thereafter started my ordeal in IIT Kgp. Well the original me again peeped from within. Work? Well does that word really exist in the oxford dictionary? Atleast in the version that is with me, it is written in invisible ink! And thus started my happy journey. The vicinity around me seemed to possess exuberant thrill, zeal and what we term as "masti"!! Missed my labs, did no work, labs were turned to chatrooms, computer screen still never forgot to show d gmail chat window. People had come from different places for their projects as well. Met with quite a lot of them. Some became just aquaintance, and some real good companions. Toured the whole of kharagpur, munched on relishing dishes, attended birthday parties of people whom i knew nothing of jst a day before! Luvd kgp, and even cursed it for the overenhusiastic fervor for study among the people there.
Well... but life is never unjust is what i always say. Not only does it pay compensation for its punishments, but it demands a premium for your mistakes as well,and that may seem a lumpsome amount at times. Suddenly I realised, I lost quite a long time enjoying and my work is at stake! I was quite elated to learn about the fact that what i was supposed to accomplish was a paper, and not any project. I had the least idea what a paper is. My mentor explained me and I felt quite happy about myself indulged in something bigger than what I thought I was doing, though very unknowingly. My anticipations from the work magnified. But just then, it was my turn to pay the premium! I realised I wasted my days in pure "masti"!!
The blues once again canoped the vicinity. I could see no way out. The evening fun at tikkas, a hangout place over there turned to nighouts at the lab. The laughter faded. even the smiles blew off very soon. The good companions had become gr8 friends by then. But soon the lunch table at Billoos had one person less more often, which very soon turned out to be a permanant absence. I missed the shikanzi and golas. Dinner awaited me even long after midnight in my room. Thanks to all my dear friends who cared to preserve it for me. But the raspberry dolly couldnot wait for me due to the immense heat.
Very soon people started finishing off with their respective projects. One by one, their trains whisteled to beckon them back home. But my work still stood at a standstill. progress was just not happening! The premium was too much to pay.
Well, months have passed, but I am still at the same place even now. I am still paying the premium. And as time is flying by, interest seems to be increasing. still very pessimistically optimistic that someday I may be able to complete it. Someday, I might be able to say yes, I have completed my paper.... Someday I may be able to declare my success... But all so very pessimistically optimistic!!
And so I started feeling life is really unjust. A little tide of exhilaration, just a handful of euphoria... how can life bestow such an undeserved punishment for a little!!
But soon again, life whispered some unspoken justice in my ears, so very silently, so very munificently. I ponderd, what did I lose and what I gained in the whole episode!Well, I lost just one thing... a paper at time. I am not saying I lost it completely, bcoz I am still pessimistically optimistic about it! And instead, I gained this phrase forever-pessimistically optimistic! Some friendships that are just so very optimistic, even in all pessimistic situations; some long distance chats from other corner of the country just to assure 'get going, I am there, if not help, but always to support'; some slurping golas... kulchas... raspberry dolly... nd many more.... When I look back to see what all missed and what I will be missing may be forever from now, I always find the "will be missing forever" part heavier on the weigh! I mised may be just a paper, that too still pessimistically optimistic about! But certainly I will miss the nighouts at lab, the strolling back to hostel at 12:30 am, disappointed by the mysterious output of a 1000 lines code!I miss the diligently working face with fingers buzy in debugging, but still, never missing any single chance to flirt with the girl at the next table. I miss the radient face of the papa's girl at that next table. Kulchas will forever remind me of Dreamland... noone can ever make better kulchas than the satto ka kulcha over there! Now I don't like dhosas, as they pinch me. Kerela Dhosa were too very sour at super duper!! Any platform at night frightens me now... I am never late for any train, coz I don't want to miss it as she did at night 2:00am, coz now she is not there, they are not there with me who would wait till the night just to assure us being together if any problem grasps even a single person. Raspberry dollies nomore taste so good you know!!It seems Vadilal have stopped distributing the good ones at other outlets other than the veggies!!I miss "V.J"!!! I miss the threatning of laath.
But hey, I still can have chocolates and chocolate icecreams infront of that only girl hating them! Thanks for being in the same colege dear. And I still do have those long distance telephonic chats,just with a difference that the friendship strengthened even more,, and the "nautanki" amplified!!
Is this what I lost or what I gained??I am too very confused!!Did life punish me or gift me??Should I be happy for all these or sad??I have no idea whatsoever... I am still pessimistically optimistic............
