You are the light of my world
Brightening up the darkness
With the three magical words
Your mellifluous voice
Sounds like the chime of bells to my ear
And when you confess your feelings
It feels there is no burden I cannot bear
You make me complete, my darling
You make me alive
You take me places I’ve never been to
You make me thrive
Life is a bed of roses
But thorns there are some
But with you as my guiding light
A smooth sailing it would become
Time flies by, the feelings grow old
But as it is oft said, old is truly gold
Like a bottle of scotch twenty years old
An eternity hence, the feelings will never mold.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
A tribute to three awesome guys
Fifth year in IIT Kharagpur is a period whose arrival is dreaded by the normal junta. A year marked with the loss of friends who are passing out, almost non-existent classes, and basically loads and loads of time to kill but nothing to kill it with. All the explicit stuff on DC++ becomes boring after 4 years and a fifth year can probably name every single p***y on DC++. Plus, there is always the tag of "matka" associated with you. Then there is the money that you get, but there is no way to spend it in the village of Kharagpur. And there is the loneliness. But thankfully, I was spared all of this thanks to three very very special guys - Bhalu, Rahul and Gobor. For those who do not know them, they are also known as Arnab Sengupta, Rahul Sarkar and Koushik Hembram respectively.
Thanks to these three fools, my final year became much bearable. There were unbearable moments, many of them (I guess you guys can understand which moments I am referring to P.S. Bhalu you lucky bastard), but thanks fellows for cheering me up by pretending to laugh when I cracked my most pathetic PJs. Right from the "database commit" comment (remember Bhalu ?) to Rahul blessing the duo of Koushik and Bhalu with aces after our last bridge match
every moment spent with you three were extremely special. Rahul, remember the night when you and I went to wake Koushik up at 2 AM to play bridge, and finally we managed to do that by banging on his door for 5 minutes and me puffing cigarette smoke in his face when he finally came out? Koushik, Rahul is sorry if he offended you, but frankly, I don't give a rat's ass. Then there was the bridge. Rahul, thank you for teaching me how to play bridge. It has been a life saver in this wilderness. Also, thank you for allowing me to join the game even after I called 1 Hearts with just an Ace and a King of Hearts in my hand. The nights spent by playing bridge were truly worth it. Doesn't matter if maybe I did a little poorly in some of my papers because of spending so much time playing bridge, I got no regrets.
There were also the parties at Heritage and CCD. I guess they must have become a whole lot richer thanks to us. Also Hotbite and Break n Bite. I don't remember how much we ordered from them. Then there was the World Cup in CCD. Sorry guys I could not be a part of that spectacle, but it was for the greater good. Chatting with Ayan had won India the tight quarter final, and frankly, it's the World Cup. So I could not really change the routine. Pardon my tiny moment of superstition. Also, I know I missed a lot of treats due to a certain factor. Right now, I just wish I could be there, because the moments not spent with you guys sure are coming back to haunt me like crazy. I messed up, I was a scared fool, who did not know what was good and important for him.
Rahul, you got me into Feynman. Thanks to your incessant ramblings about Feynman, I finally started reading his books and frankly, they are probably some of the best books I've ever read. Add to that our probabilistic analysis of bridge and calling conventions, and I can say that I probably had some of my most stimulating (intellectually, Bhalu, you pervert) conversations with you.
Koushik, sorry for the Gobor nickname. But even you can't deny that it was insanely funny. Sorry for making you the butt of almost all of my jokes. But in every group, there has to be murga. Sorry for not supporting you against Bhalu, but frankly, he is a lot bigger than I am, and one punch from him is enough to floor me. I always thought you underutilized your potential. You are an extremely intelligent person and could have done much much better in your academic endeavors.
And lastly, Bhalu. What do I say about you ? Right from first year, I guess I spent most of my time in the hall in your room. Starting from the famous "waaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkk", to the Rocky adventures (and the Brazilian bimbo perfume), our first properly spent Valentine's Day to the last moments in Kgp, we were always together. You really taught me how to have a different outlook on life. The person that I am now is largely because I have tried to model in in your likeness. You were there to correct me when I tried to perform all the besura songs in your room in the middle of the night and also to carry me to my room when I was shit drunk during Diwali 2009. You are one person who has affected me the most during the 5 years in Kgp.
All I can say to you guys is that I would have liked to say all of this to you in person. But since that would probably be too sappy and my masculine ego would come in the way, I am writing this blog post. Right now, awake at 4 AM and so far away from all of you, I miss you all. And I wish I could just go up right now to ME309, team up with Rahul and thrash Bhalu and Koushik in a game of bridge. Just one request to you all, no matter what happens, do not change. You are wonderful people. And thank you three for making my final year in Kgp not only bearable, but also a beautiful one.
Thanks to these three fools, my final year became much bearable. There were unbearable moments, many of them (I guess you guys can understand which moments I am referring to P.S. Bhalu you lucky bastard), but thanks fellows for cheering me up by pretending to laugh when I cracked my most pathetic PJs. Right from the "database commit" comment (remember Bhalu ?) to Rahul blessing the duo of Koushik and Bhalu with aces after our last bridge match
every moment spent with you three were extremely special. Rahul, remember the night when you and I went to wake Koushik up at 2 AM to play bridge, and finally we managed to do that by banging on his door for 5 minutes and me puffing cigarette smoke in his face when he finally came out? Koushik, Rahul is sorry if he offended you, but frankly, I don't give a rat's ass. Then there was the bridge. Rahul, thank you for teaching me how to play bridge. It has been a life saver in this wilderness. Also, thank you for allowing me to join the game even after I called 1 Hearts with just an Ace and a King of Hearts in my hand. The nights spent by playing bridge were truly worth it. Doesn't matter if maybe I did a little poorly in some of my papers because of spending so much time playing bridge, I got no regrets.
There were also the parties at Heritage and CCD. I guess they must have become a whole lot richer thanks to us. Also Hotbite and Break n Bite. I don't remember how much we ordered from them. Then there was the World Cup in CCD. Sorry guys I could not be a part of that spectacle, but it was for the greater good. Chatting with Ayan had won India the tight quarter final, and frankly, it's the World Cup. So I could not really change the routine. Pardon my tiny moment of superstition. Also, I know I missed a lot of treats due to a certain factor. Right now, I just wish I could be there, because the moments not spent with you guys sure are coming back to haunt me like crazy. I messed up, I was a scared fool, who did not know what was good and important for him.
Rahul, you got me into Feynman. Thanks to your incessant ramblings about Feynman, I finally started reading his books and frankly, they are probably some of the best books I've ever read. Add to that our probabilistic analysis of bridge and calling conventions, and I can say that I probably had some of my most stimulating (intellectually, Bhalu, you pervert) conversations with you.
Koushik, sorry for the Gobor nickname. But even you can't deny that it was insanely funny. Sorry for making you the butt of almost all of my jokes. But in every group, there has to be murga. Sorry for not supporting you against Bhalu, but frankly, he is a lot bigger than I am, and one punch from him is enough to floor me. I always thought you underutilized your potential. You are an extremely intelligent person and could have done much much better in your academic endeavors.
And lastly, Bhalu. What do I say about you ? Right from first year, I guess I spent most of my time in the hall in your room. Starting from the famous "waaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkk", to the Rocky adventures (and the Brazilian bimbo perfume), our first properly spent Valentine's Day to the last moments in Kgp, we were always together. You really taught me how to have a different outlook on life. The person that I am now is largely because I have tried to model in in your likeness. You were there to correct me when I tried to perform all the besura songs in your room in the middle of the night and also to carry me to my room when I was shit drunk during Diwali 2009. You are one person who has affected me the most during the 5 years in Kgp.
All I can say to you guys is that I would have liked to say all of this to you in person. But since that would probably be too sappy and my masculine ego would come in the way, I am writing this blog post. Right now, awake at 4 AM and so far away from all of you, I miss you all. And I wish I could just go up right now to ME309, team up with Rahul and thrash Bhalu and Koushik in a game of bridge. Just one request to you all, no matter what happens, do not change. You are wonderful people. And thank you three for making my final year in Kgp not only bearable, but also a beautiful one.
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