in love.. for PUMA..

"jassi.. aaj tu office jaayega..?".. those were the words Saurabh asked me when i woke up at 10 in the morning today.. while he was hooked up to net surfing some torrent site.. and i sadly said NO.. as i had to open an account for the passport thing..

so.. while i gazed at the television with some song channel playing any random song.. saurabh now fully ready moved out of house so that he can have some cool air in office's AC..

well he goes there when he feels its too hot in here at home.. he goes there.. hits the gym for an hour or so.. plays carrom.. chills at maitree room.. have his lunch.. then coolly comes back to city centre to spend his evening.

but.. this lovely routine showed him the worst part of kolkata today.. since morning the weather was too hot.. hot enuff to burn ur skin.. but courage was all saurabh's as he decided to go to office.. well.. i told him not to go and company me for bank work.. but he insited on going and i dint forced him.. soon after he left.. a message comes.. " bahut garmii hai bahar.. mat nikalna.. jal jaaoge".. the second message.. "rice ko balcony mein rakh do.. boil ho jayenge.. gas waste mat karo..".. i was laughing at each of his word.. his sense of humor is impeccable. his witty talks brings smile on my face..

anyhow.. whole day passed.. i went to bank wid anuroop.. my work complete by 4:00 PM.. i came back and had a nap.. then.. again i felt its too hot.. so we decided to move out to city centre.. then came saurabhs message.. "aaj bahut frustration nikalni hai.. jaldi milo city centre pe".. we went there and as we were having some gupchups there.. saurabh came wearing different t-shirt than what he wore in the morning..

in the morning he wore a PUMA T-SHIRT which almost looks like the one in the pic.. i thought.. may be after gym he wud have changed his t-shrt but the moment he met.. he started yelling.. "this place is the worst of its own kind.. u go to gym.. and when u return.. u see ur t-shirt gone.. stolen.. we work in the company where every one is paid.. but these ethics..? these values..? this is what our company boasts of..?".. and we were shocked.. saurabhs T-SHIRT.. his PUMA that was gifted by her sister was stolen in company's gym..

he was broken.. he hardly said anything more after that.. we sat in city centre for few minutes.. and returned back.. saurabh.. sleeping behind me has no idea whatsoever where his t-shirt might be.. but what i can see is HIS LOVE.. FOR HIS PUMA.. this aint meant to laugh.. but before he slept he said.. "why all this has to happen wid me only..?".. do u hv an answer..? i dont have..

ILP... 13th FEB.. The Friday.. Last Day..

THE LAST DAY OF ILP.. GREAT TIME IT HAD BEEN.. GOLDEN MEMORIES GIFTED BY TCS TO ME..

never wanted this day to come.. as who likes to get away from friends.. but..days dont go as u alwz wish.. this morning when i woke up.. i felt i ws already teary.. and when saw in mirror.. dried streaks of tears were all over my face.. as if i've cried whole night while i slept. my heart was heavy.. cudnt say a word.. and as i saw everyone getting ready for the last day.. i cud sense they were feeling sad too.. the best time of life was now on the verge of end.. sukkhi and rohit ( my cllg juniors ) came to meet me early in the morning... we chatted for a while.. being closest to me.. i cud see they were feeling bad as that was my last day in bhubaneshwar wid them. any how we got ready.. and had some pics outside the historical appolo villa...

then when reached koel campus.. the environment was different.. everyone busy to capture the moments under their lenses.. people divided in groups.. talking to each other as if they are never going to see them ever again.. this was obvious..

but i wasnt able to talk to anyone.. i stared hard at everyone's eyes.. but cudnt say a single word.. people shedding tears.. taking photographs.. contact no.s email ids.. employee no... actually flowing in the waves of emotions that originated from their hearts.. was leading nowhere.. but just to the end of ILP.

the people from jabalpur were having a round table conference.. like each one representing the view for other person.. even appolo villa people started doing that.. and it was fun.. saurabh imitating sharukh's moves.. animesh doing "haule haule" and "tujhmein rabb dikhta hai".. me doing a thanks giving.. once again.. without slangs ;).. some how we tried to pass away the day.. which was growing heavier second by second.. i dont even remember hw much coffee i had that day.. i was talking to a few people whom i really knew wont b able to talk anymore so easily.. i tried to put an end on shiv's "sach bol".. an end on richa's "ye to hudd ho gayii".. end on kudus "abe senti.." and end on my heart's push to cry on such memories..

the last session.. people were awarded for scoring gud in 1st phase.. ( of course i wasnt in there.. ).. and then.. it actually happened.. tearful eyes.. shaking of hands.. hugs .. painful smiles.. "best wishes" and "take care" with "be in touch" messages.. personally made my feet heavy and hrd to move.. i dint wanted to stay there any longer.. i just had a rhy smile on my face.. and before i broke out in tears i preferred to leave from there..

i thanked my LC sudha for being such a wonderful guide.. my project mates.. and those people whom i wud never b able to forget. best times in life are very hard to close..

reached home.. packed bags... and left appolo villa when almost no one was there.. manoj n kundu.. saw me off.. sukkhi rohit swati tapas n many more juniors came to see me off.. i wanted to meet everyone.. but cudnt.. i cant wave sign off with tears in my eyes.. neither in theirs..

and as the kundu was continuing on his strings.. with the most beautiful tune i left the appolo villa for ever..

something happened to me that made this day one of the worst ones in my life..

Friday the 13th.. i hate that day..

ILP... 12th FEB..

THE GREAT NIGHT.. THE GREAT DAY.. THE LAST MOMENTS OF "B-3" APPOLO VILLA TOGETHER.. SOME PRECIOUS MOMENTS ..


hmmm...so second last day.. morning was very painful.. yes.. my head was spinning and was aching very badly after last night's drink.. ohh.. i remember i took 2 disprin tablets.. had lemon drink, 3 cups of tea and lots of plain water..

while this whole drama was carrying on.. i cud see everyone laughing.. some one kicking on my butt saying.. " jab pii nahin sakta to kyun piitaa hai itna...".. hahahha.. i agree.. hence after i decided i wont drink.. i dint knew for how long i wud keep that promise to myself.. but i was sure that i wont do that again. early in the morning.. saurabh came.. he wid ravi started to bug me.. complaining that i spoiled the whole night as they missed all the fun.. while they were busy doing programming in lab for the project work that had to be shown that day..

well.. it was thursday.. so i dressed in my fav combination.. ( red tie, white shirt and black trousers ).. wanted to feel gud again.. ahh.. last day was so bad.. but had all my intentions co cover up that with this day. never for a single moment i let anyone felt that i had any sort of pain in my heart except that few faces i fell in love with.. wud not be there from next day.. few people who i now thought as a part of my life will leave only their memories after next day.. few ppl i loved wont be seen now from the next day..

me as a person is emotionally very strong.. when it comes to face.. but renuka said me one evening that my eyes speak a lot and my face never support my eyes.. so however cold my reactions are.. warmth is always felt.. i was very shy to hear that.. but it was the truth that she told.. almost everyone close to me asked me.. whats bothering me...

what i cud hv said hv been a lie if i had said "nothing".. but.. i dint said that.. i tried to tell almost all people who wre in ILP close to me that how much they mattered to me.. how much close i felt they were to me.. how much a part of mine they had become. the batch 74 A and 74 C returned to the Koel Campus from IT park.. so was having a hell lot of gud tym.. few faces returned.. abhishek, anuroop, richa, puneeta, abira, bharat n all.. felt like as if i got oxygen just before i thought m out of breath.. that push of adrenaline in me.. made a day very happening for me..

i spent hours talking with every one... but but but... before that we had the project presentation that day.. gosh.. it was so good.. Mr. Doubtfire Yogananda gave the best explanation of the project. i think.. sudha was happy the way we represented our project.. and then a small viva.. in which i answered not a single question.. great time... it was the happiness of getting released on 13 that was hovering on me..

what else i remember of that day is.. a talk with richa and abira in the canteen.. where richa described me her "criteria" for her right man.. and i was all laughing.. and still laughing while writing this.. few serius talks.. heart to heart that made this bond strengthened better than ever.. as B-70 batch whatever we did.. like.. play, the extempore.., book review.. project time.. the cobbler day.. everything.. may be anuroop and abira wud hv felt like a spectator.. but i cudnt hv done much regarding that..

came evening.. we started packing our bags.. after it was done it was the time the appolo villa B-3 decided to have a party.. may be the last one together.. and we started moving towards Far Pavillion.. as we landed there best thing was viewed.. a bull fight.. it was awesome.. one car was on its right two wheels after one bull striked it hard.. it was spectacular..

inside..

time began to fly it seemed.. few drinks in.. the people hearts came out.. i dint had drink that evening.. cuz i never wanted to spoil that moment.. so decided to hear everyone.. lots of discussions.. some gravitated.. some senseless.. but it was a bonding that everyone kept close even after so many ups and downs.. as anuroop says.. "if a relationship only goes smoothly.. then its no fun.. it shud hv ups n dwns.. that adds spice to it.."..

these people added a lot of spice to my life.. kundu, manoj, manish, animesh, ravi and anuroop.. they truly made my life a memorable one.. they gave a freshness to my life.. if i was the rose.. they were the dew drops in it.. it i was the alcohol.. they were the ice in it.

manoj had his time that evening.. he had so much that even he puked out.. but real fun was when kundu heard that he wud hv to walk now for almost 2 kms. that definitely showed him some stars.. after 40 mins of walk we reached B-3.. where 1st thing kundu did was to search for his asthama pump.. he was so furious that he watched TV at the highest volume possible.. kundu will always be Swakshar Kundu..

as everyone was done with the day.. tired people caught their beds and grabbed the corner for a last night sleep in appolo villa.. i slept last.. ensuring everyone had a smile on their face while they slept..