Convocation 2k12

First flight INDIGO 6E-523, first awesome feeling of flying in the sky and the fear as well.

Watching the city lit in its own lights early morning, and then the sky coloured with the blood red meadows of the Sun rise, felt God is an Artist J

The pretty, gorgeous, sensuous, smart air hostesses made my day, on keen observation I found that they were amateurs, the time they demonstrated the safety instructions, two out of the four damsels looked at each other, shared a naughty smile but at the same time turned professional to attend the passengers.

I asked for a glass of water and a cup of tea, believe me the tea was horrible…

KOLKATA earlier called CALCUTTA - the city of JOY

Kolkata - City of JOY

Landed Kolkata - the city of JOY, Yeahhhh!!! But for me the definition was different. The city of art, the city of love, the city of Tagore, the city of Goddess Durga, the city of architecture, the city of poets, The city of Howrah Bridge,  the city of RosoGulla,  the city of tram cars, and The city of BOOBS J

I am a man of my word, before coming to Kolkata, I had promised my junior, to be precise a girl junior that I’ll be buying her drinks as my JOB treat.

Met her after almost six years, she grew some belly but was attractive as before, took her to KFC, New market, esplanade, Kolkata, we were stunned by the receptionists, two cute deaf and dumb girls. I was touched and we talked to them in sign language, hopefully they understood our order and within 15 minutes the chicken was served, a bucket of 8 pieces chicken and two mojitos, after a battle with the chicken, the bodies were found nowhere, only bones…

We went to the bar after lunch, she took a Bacardi lemonade and I as usual at 180 ml McDowell’s with two cubes of ice, perfect for me…

My colleague always said " DuDE! Rum never disappoints you J "

And "fuck yeahhhh!!! He was always right..."

We talked about the school days, our crushes, what next in life and ongoing, she also shared her sex story… To me she was just a kid, who had lost her way in the woods; she couldn't differentiate between Love & Lust and thus, fell prey to thy enemy…

I was there with the intent of nailing her but after realizing that she’s just a fucked up kid

I told her to get a hold of herself and enjoy life at the fullest…

At the end of the day, she bought me a pack of cigarette, Wills Classic mild and She took a MARLBORO..

Her impression in my mind was, “Woah! What A woman! “

" Woah! what a woman "

In the evening I met my buddies, we roamed around the streets. I bought some presents for my family and then we boarded a VOLVO bus to the college, the capital of awesomeness “NIT Durgapur”

For the 8^th Convocation and a final meet with all my friends, not actually a final meet because I believe the  world is small, round and not enough, so people will keep on meeting each other.

This is my optimistic approach of living in the world, my survival tactics…

The bus featured a new movie called “BARFII”, enjoyed watching it all the way long.

The whole thing was going as I planned, an awesome Holiday Trip, far from hectic & monotonous corporate life…Thanked God for it

10 pm Reached Durgapur, we headed straight to Durgapur Food Mart (DFM) bar where our other besties were already waiting. We drank BUDWEISER strong, awesome beer for awesome people. Felt like Heavenly water from the Virgin Pussy…

Me & My Besties

Also had chicken tikka and Nans, then took an autorikshaw to the college. Clueless where to sleep and keep our luggage, we went to Raul’s Room and headed towards HALL-1 where we all gathered and the feast took place…

A campfire in the middle and people sat making a huge circle, drinking beer, Rum and smoking weed, "oh yeahh!!! Time to get wasted…"

Fakkads & AASA

Me & the Stuff (Hell Yeah! the stuff)

I was already drunk, Took three shots of Old MONK, and four trips of marijuana and fuck! my head started to spin as if a rotor of some chopper.

I lay low but my senses were high, every tiny word spoken by people around got captured in my mind, believe me it was a mixed feeling of fear and endless fear. The mad group of what we officially call ourselves THE FAKKADS and The AASA people started a round of fire shots, a drink with a flame, we lit the whiskey before drinking it and hell Yeah!!! Looked like a dare, so I did it and then the feeling was magnified tenfold. I lied down in the terrace with my eyes closed and some say that two juniors came and took me away to the room which I don’t remember.

I just remember two angels holding me and taking me into a bright room and then I blacked out...

In the morning I woke up and getting wasted was done, I was happy to see my plan getting executed the way i wanted it.

We went to the Jhoops, had breakfast there and again my buddies suggested to get drunk for the convocation. Voila! within a short time, we were drinking a cocktail of Rum and beer in a bucket, and yes! Weed Indeed J

CONVOCATION 2k12

So we were fucking high, went back hostel, got dressed and headed to the town hall SRIJANI, were the 8th convocation was planned…

We were high as fuck but under control, meeting old buddies & juniors in the convocation was like one big fun fair, but as the day turned to noon, all the magic had dispersed; we sat in a semi circle fashion and shared refreshments provided by college authorities.

I & my friend were fucking bored, so we took a chance at professional photography; I started clicking pictures of girls but from a safe distance, unnoticed and unrevealed, well for the first time found a Hidden Talent@ photography. Yes, obviously I am not a moron, so I took decent pictures of girls & I respect Women. #True Story.

Group pictures, Trios, and then solos with the blue colour fancy robes. All were looking smart, all were looking great but as said by someone, “Some are born great and others have greatness thrust upon them.” I could never figure out which one I belonged to.

The noon slowly turned into a fine dusky evening. I heard the professors calling B. Tech 2008-2012 batch inside the auditorium. I had to maintain silence and discipline inside the hall but within my mind, I felt like playing with a band at the center of the stage. The Dean slowly called out names department wise & alphabetically, what I thought to be a boring and silent convocation proved me wrong. There were lots of pranks or maybe accidents during the ceremony, but I believe “there are no accidents-master UGu way” like the dean handed over an empty degree holder to the student, and all the youth including me were hooting and whistling like mad baboons. Students got another student’s degree and names mispronounced, all was fun but I was hoping that none of this should happen during my Name calling and yeah! It didn't, walked the stage like a Boss, proud with the degree I worked my ass up for four years, the latter is a joke. I never took my B. Tech life seriously and now Life doesn't take my B. tech degree seriously, whatsoever back to convocation.

That's Me

After the ceremony was over, a social gathering of known & unknown people rounded up for Photography. Everyone was an artful Paparazzi including me. I have always lived in the moment and that was my very moment with all my college friends.

Again up for a toast and drinks, we went to the bar, got drunk again as it was the last night, the night for celebration. Most of us would depart the next day.

I don’t remember how I managed to get back to the hostel but in the morning everything was so fresh and good until juniors came and asked for a treat. Well, we (so called reputed seniors) were broke after organizing 3 parties still we thought once we were in the same place and when the passed out seniors neglected our request for treat, it felt bad and didn't reflect well for the seniors.

So it was a Yes for the juniors, I already had my bus tickets booked for the evening, so the treat was for lunch, but before lunch we had time to kill, so me and friends collected a guitar from a nearby room and revisited our old days, favorite songs, and band practice numbers. Sharp at 1’o clock, the juniors arrived and it was a gang of about 15 members excluding us. Took them to a fine restaurant,  they ordered and ate like giants. They were much into themselves rather than talking to us and it was all fine by me…

After lunch the juniors thanked us and a group photo was taken. Memories and Memories, that's all what's left behind to remember and rejoice J

In the evening, I boarded the bus and Bid adieu to Durgapur. By the dusty road that was familiar to me, next stop was HOME.

Bid Adieu Durgapur "We will Meet Again"