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    T travels (on) Trains

    Mecheda Station           We travelled home from college and back on trains during weekends. Howrah was ninety minutes away by that mode of transport. Local trains – maroon and cream with ads of hair oil and Complan painted on the sides. Saturdays we had half days. After the classes, we took a train from Mechada station to Howrah. The trains used to be pretty empty most weekends but to get it even emptier we always aimed for the 1:30 PM Mechada local. From platform no.4 it started with handful of locals and lots of students going home…

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    S Savours Spandan

    Shreya Ghosal at Spandan Spandan – the annual cultural fest of our college. Three consecutive days of cultural extravaganza in February. Third years in charge to organize the frenzy. An additional responsibility aside from the campus interviews. Preparations began as soon as the semester started in January. Hunting sponsors, tracking performers, inviting other colleges, getting radio stations to cover the event, finding important people to be the chief guests, deciding a theme, getting it implemented, drawing up a three day schedule – I tell you it was no less than a madness. But still we loved it. It added manifold…

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    R Relishes the Rains

               I have always loved rain. And it was even more beautiful back in college. I could spend hours sitting by my window watching the rain fall on the lake. The dust from the power plant that otherwise covered the Eucalyptuses washed away leaving a refreshing green all around. The smell from the wet soil filled my soul up and I sat there watching the rain drops falling from the leaves hours after it had stopped raining.           The wind always blew strong in our campus. It was particularly fierce when it rained. And the April thunderstorms…

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    Q Quests the Quilt

              I had a quilt. My granny had made it. A colourful patch worked one. It was soft warm and very cosy. I always wore it when I slept. But then on a fateful day someone else discovered it. S had come to my room to study and I, by a mistake I would regret forever, let her sleep on my bed under my quilt when she felt tired.           The next thing I knew is that I almost never found my quilt in my room. Being a big mouth as she was (literally!) she had (only…

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    P Pats Pals

    College would have never been what it was if there were not friends. Four years in a residential campus meant a lot of time with friends. I made the best and worst of friends there. Friends who were family and friends who backstabbed. Together they helped me become a better person. My nostalgic trip down the college campus would not be complete if I didn’t speak about them. Between waking up at 6:30 to attend the 7 o’clock classes and sleeping in the wee hours of dawn, movies, gossips, eating and insane chatting were the ways of life. Often we…

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    O Observes the Obnoxious

    Boys, I tell you, can get from being cute to repulsive in a very short while. I speak about those obnoxious morons here whose only motto in life seemed to make others miserable.           In college we had plenty of them. Boys who thought that you spoke with them, make friends with them only because you “liked” them! And when you denied having any such inclination, they looked horrified, dejected for having fallen for false charms to get themselves played with! Exhausting!           Perhaps because I had a brother at home and all my cousins were boys, I have gotten…

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    N Nails Nescafe

    Semesters meant coffee. Pulling all nighters was not easy. Surviving those few weeks was only possible by having caffeine run through your arteries.          We – my family, had always been the staunchest of tea drinkers. When guests came we made that special Darjeeling tea. But never coffee.           My love affair with coffee started early in college. During the very first semester. Before that, at home, staying up late studying was never an option. I was a good girl – early to bed, early to rise type. But suddenly now it seemed everyone was staying up late and getting…

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    M mentions the Matron

             Did I mention we got a hostel matron in our third year? No? I see. I probably didn’t because her coming to live with us inside the hostel was one of those few disappointments we suffered during the four years of college.         She was a retired central govt. official. While she ought to spent the rest of her days resting and relaxing, our director somehow convinced her to take up the challenge to tame his wild girls. Now we didn’t know anything about her until we saw the sprawling checkered veranda being…

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    L likes Love Shuv

    Speak about college and not mention love! Why, that’s akin to a sin. Because college was more about love than studies really! So yes, this post is about love and those love birds that flocked our campus. Oh well! Where do I begin? There was every type of love as you can imagine. But more than the love itself, it was observing the love birds that pleasured me the most. In Engineering the boy girl ratio is a skewed one. Computer Science was one of those streams where girls were more in number compared to streams like Electrical Engineering. Yet,…

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    K Knocks Killer Punches

              Adrenaline. A dangerous thing. Makes people do all sorts of things. When you are young it’s more rampant than ever. It makes you foolish, reckless. Removes the trace of rationality. Makes the blood race to the head, flooding on its way, the capability to think.           It must have been that, otherwise, there wasn’t an explanation I could find.          Towards the end of our third year in college most of us had already got job offers. With those offer letters in hand, we felt lighter, happier and freer than ever. We hardly studied and somehow thought…