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    Z Zaps!

         And zap! Just like that four years were over and it was time for us to leave, creating space for others. There was no return now. We had grown up. While I wrap my reminiscing up, I am relieved too that the blogging marathon is finally over! As I run to rest I leave you with this video: Love, © copyright 2015 – All rights reserved Riot of Random

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    Y yaps Yet

    Yet, those four years were magical. Very possibly the best years of my life. It appears to me suddenly that in the previous two posts I have been coming across as a cynic. Perhaps now that I am sufficiently distanced (7 years a long time) from the life we had in college, I am able to develop a different perspective. Yet, no matter how I wonder now at our naivety, somehow those feelings of joy, ecstasy and bliss spring up and scream “we were real”. And they were. No matter how silly they seem to me right now, those carefree…

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    X Examines the X-es

               In a community that was as tightly knit as ours, it was scandalous to have ex-es around. Raw tensions, fist fights, cat fights, cold wars and what not.           Girl#1’s ex is boy#1. Girl#1 dumps boy#1 for boy#2. Now boy#1 is girl#2’s boyfriend. Boy#3 likes girl#1 but girl#1 takes him only as a friend so he is with girl#3. Boy#4 likes girl#2 but is upset because she’s already committed. Girl#3 chose boy#3 over boy#5 even though she likes boy#1. Boy#3 tells girl#1 how much he hates girl#3. Girl#1 tells girl#3 that boy#3 hates her. When confronted…

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    W walks (the) Walk

              Those of us who had a boyfriend or a girlfriend walked a lot. Evenings saw couples walking their heels off (literally) along the picturesque roads of the township.   Past the hospital, around the main gate, by the administrative building, round the theatre hall and along the lake we just roamed and roamed. Couples – tall and short, thin and fat, happy and grumpy. But almost all with a paper bag in hand – a paper bag of snacks. A samosa here to a cutlet there – sharing food, conversation and love. The walk almost always…

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    V vitrifies Vodka

           It’s true. When Vodka is vitrified it becomes Bhang. Or something like that. Ok I am blabbering. Thinking about the episode back in college always makes me blabber.          Engineers celebrate Vishwakarma Day. In our college it was a pretty big festival. Inside the Engineering Worksop lab the deity was placed and worshipped in an elaborate manner.           But the most looked forward part of the day was the afternoon when after participating in the day long kite flying competition, boys made the bhang. In the most un-traditional way! Along with all the traditional ingredients went some other…

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    U unfolds U-phoria

              U-phoria indeed. The rush of joy that washes over when it all comes to a sweet conclusion. It was the same feeling when they announced my name off the list confirming that I got the job. I was ecstatic. With such a great headache gone even before the start of the next term, the final year promised to be a lot of fun. But there was more. The beckoning of a new life, altogether my own, as a grown up independent individual was alluring too. Oh life was going to be so fun now! Own place,…

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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…