Winter vacation holidays were going on. I was at home, playing the guitar, when a friend of mine called me.
Friend: Sunni, what about the 7th semester results? Did u get it?
Ya I got it. You got 8.47. Congtrats…
And what about you, he said.
Mine is 8.9.
What? You didn’t get a 9 this time. What happened?
Nothing mate, I am happy with what I got.
Yes leave it and now that you are placed in a PSU company, so pointer hardly matters for you.
Exactly, but it feels good to score high.
Ok then, see you at college soon. Our registration is on 12th Jan. So be there or you will be fined high.
Hey Sunni I can’t be able to come on 12th coz I have my CAT exams on Feb and the centre is at Guwahati. You know it was rescheduled due to some software problems. I will be leaving from my place just before the exams. So you will have to do my registration. I will be sending you the fees, he said.
Yap I got it. Don’t worry your registration will be done. But you have to give me a treat for that and I think giving me a treat at Borail is a better option than to pay for the fines. What you say?
Then the friend as usual expressed his anger and hanged the phone by bombarding some common screwed words which ultimately made our friendship stronger and the deal was done. Believe me it feels great to help someone when both are benefitted and I being a food freak can’t expect better than that.
Hello friends!!!I am Subhro and I want to share with you people of college life
Till now I think most of you have got it that I am discussing about a so called 9 point someone who is helpful but a bit selfish. Let’s know a bit more about this nerd embryo. Let me tell you one thing, this guy will be getting his Engineering degree in 5 years. Confused!!! Let’s find it out…
5 years ago…
August’2005
I took admission in one of the prestigious E-Schools of this country. I was the second last candidate to get admitted and by default I had to take Civil Engineering as my stream. Although I didn’t have too much idea about any of the branches in Engineering but I got a notion that my stream was the least priority one among the students, which basically consists of average students.
My guess was completely wrong. Our section consisted of all the fundoos and muggus who hailed from various parts of this country and immediately I got the feeling that I was in a wrong place. All the lectures that the teacher delivered went above my head and none penetrated inside. The situation was even worse in the hostel where I used to do the assignments and all the unwanted tasks of the seniors. At night I had to attend the mass calls and visits where third degree treatment was given to all junior bakras. I was at a loss and could not able to decide anything as I was basically doing nothing.
Being a local guy, I used to go home every weekend and never wanted to come back to this place which reminded me of hell. I belonged to a middle class nuclear family having my mom, dad and grandma. My family condition was also not good as my father was a diabetic patient taking insulin shots each day twice. My mother always had a soft corner for me and wanted me to stay at home. She got a support when I stayed in front of her as she had to manage both inside and outside the house with my father in almost bed ridden condition.
Mid-semester exams were coming soon and I was completely unprepared for that as I did not attend classes regularly having no idea about what was taught. I saw all my muggu friends preparing seriously for the exams. There were people like me also who had appeared the exam without any preparation and I got some sort of motivation from them.
The results of mid-sem exams came. As expected I didn’t score double figure in any subject. Each teacher gave my answer scripts with a peculiar gesture and some uttered to study hard or I will get compart. I didn’t take all that seriously as I wanted to escape from that place and wanted to stay at home with my parents and friends there. After all those freaking days at last there was something to cheer for as the festive season came. Puja vacation started and I packed my entire luggage in no time and went home with least intention to come back in that hell.
My mom and grandma were very happy to see me and prepared all my favourate dishes. I was also very happy to see them but my happiness didn’t last too long when I saw my father. Mom told me that doctor has advised to get him admitted in hospital as he requires proper medical attention. She became very weak and there was no one to take care of her. She shared all those with me but I could not able to do anything but to listen to her and give her some mental support.
Puja vacation was over by the last of October but I didn’t join the institute and was worried more about my parents than my studies. Moreover I always wanted to stay at home as I was doing nothing more than helping the seniors in their tasks and attending the mass calls for treatment at the hostel. With the passage of time I started to forget that I am an Engineering student. My mom sometimes used to ask me about my returning back to the college but each time I used to give some lame excuses. I think every mom should get a noble prize for love and affection towards their children. I was a happy creature at that time as I stayed with my family, friends and used to take my grandma’s special delicious dishes than the junk food of the hostel mess.
November month was going to end and I hadn’t reported to the college. I came to know from one of my friend that classes were going on full swing and some professors used to enquire about me specially the Engineering Graphics and Computing lecturers, who threatened me during the mid-semester. Let me tell you something, I did not submit even a single assignment of Graphics and had scored 4.5 and 3 respectively in Graphics and ICP in mid-sem exams. Some senior had told us that ICP means I CANNOT PASS and the meaning is strongly applicable for me. But I honestly thought that I deserved compart in both of them under such a situation. He also told me that the date of end semester exam was declared and I should come back soon otherwise I will be in a great trouble. I took his words seriously and packed my luggage to go back to hell.
It was almost a month after the puja vacation I would be attending my first class. As soon as I reached the hostel someone told me that I was in trouble. The dean of Academics had called me to his chamber to discuss some serious matter and he had notified that in every notice board. I was expecting that and had mentally prepared myself to face such a situation. The next morning I went to academic block where the section head told me to inform my parents about the matter and to come with them and meet the dean of academics. I didn’t take his words seriously and went back to hostel. At that moment I was thinking how to escape from this place and go back home where my mom and grandma was alone with my bed ridden dad. I was not at all thinking about my career and would rather be happy to get rusticated from the institute. As usual I was silent and counting days to go back home after the end-semester exams. Few days before the exam, another notice came out which stated the name of all the discollegiated candidates and I found my name on the list written in block letters. Immediately I went to the academic block where the section head reported me that I was discollegiated and will not be allowed to sit for the end semester exam. He also informed that if I want to continue my study then I had to register again for the first year course in the next session. At that moment I was left with no other option than to discontinue my study. I started to loose faith in myself. At that time I didn’t know, where am I heading towards…
7th December was the day when the end semester examination commenced. All the fundoos and muggus had prepared themselves for the worst and aimed to score as high as they can, while others found it better to prepare chits. I didn’t belong to any of those categories as I was debarred to sit for the exam. On the first day it was Humanities. I went to write the paper with the hope that something miracle might happen. In the examination hall, I searched my scholar number but didn’t find it anywhere. Then I came out of the hall and searched my name on the roll list but as expected it was missing. In Academic block, I folded my hands and even hold their legs to allow me to sit for the examination but all were in vain. Moreover I had not submitted the exam fees also. They wanted to help me but they had to follow the rules and regulations. I came back to the hostel and started packing my luggage while all my friends were busy in writing their papers. Believe me that was the first time I felt that I was doing something wrong and wanted to stay in that hell. I came back home and had decided to tell everything to my mom but couldn’t do that. I didn’t know the reason but at that moment I was blank and had left everything on time and my destiny.
My own maternal uncle knew about our family condition and often provided financial support to us. He considered me more like his son than nephew. I also respected him very much. I decided to tell him everything and went to his place as I was left with no other option. He was happy to see me after a long time and my aunty served me with all famous Bengali dishes. But I was concerned more about my discussion with uncle than those dishes. But when fish fries and paneer masala were there in front of you it’s always better to concentrate on them and had the conversation later. The lunch was over and I sat in front of my uncle.
Son, how was your final exam? How much you expect this time? Mamaji asked.
It was good. Mamaji I wanted to tell you something.
What son? Is everything alright at home?
Ya everything is fine back home. Actually I wanted to discuss something about my studies.
Immediately I closed my eyes and prayed to God for giving me the strength to tell all those sins that I committed. My uncle kept silent as I was telling about all those great things that I had done during the last 6 months. I don’t know from where I got that power inside me. I didn’t sleep that night and was thinking about my mom whose only support was me and that I have cheated with her, my family and myself. Not only that night, after that incident, each and every moment I have survived with a feel of guilt. My dad’s health deteriorated more and doctors had left everything on time. My mom never told me, but she always expected me to stand by her side giving her every support. But instead of that I had given her only sufferings. I started to loose faith in myself. At that time I didn’t know, where am I heading towards…
After 5 years…
I still remember my first day in Sahay sir’s class. Years passed away, Seasons passed away and now I am towards the end of this journey. The journey of unforgettable 5 years of my life. I don’t know how I have reached so far. Believe me, at some phase of my life I hated myself and even planned to quit. May be God has held my hand and accompanied me. I had lost my dad and now my mom stays with grandma. I wonder that the place which was a hell for me has now become a heaven. Life at the campus cannot be shared with anyone, but can only be experienced by being a part of it. One night study before the exams, movie sessions in my room, hanging out with friends, bunking classes and many such things, will always remind me of this heaven. After leaving the college I will miss all such small moments that I experienced there, but the one that I will be missing badly is my room which was my sole companion of loneliness and will always be remembering the tunes that I used to play time and again with my guitar when I felt lonely… Now that I have graduated at last after 5 years, I can proudly say that I am a Civil Engineer, a Grand Royal Civil Engineer. Presently I am working in a reputed PSU organization and leading my life dynamically….
