Class of '97
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B.E.College ( D.U. ) Class of '97 |
The B'lore list of comments has been compiled by Pradyut & Pandu. As in the news page , it was not possible to give comments, personal info and all nicknames , they are beeing given here . The listing has been indexed alphabetically.
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Name :Anand Singh D.O.B: |
Location:Bilaspur Nicknames: |
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Name :Arjun Bhattacharya D.O.B: |
Location:Calcutta Nicknames:khadi, colnel |
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Name :Sujoy Kumar Pathak D.O.B:25th December |
Location:Bangalore Nicknames:chapa,robo,pathak |
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Name :Somdeb Bhattacharya D.O.B:18th March |
Location:Bangalore Nicknames:kamu, maku, bete bacchan |
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Name :Sarmistha Pramanik D.O.B:19th March |
Location:Bangalore Nicknames: |
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Name :Sudipto Roy Choudhury D.O.B:2nd April |
Location:Bangalore Nicknames: |
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Name :Santanu Kar Majumdar D.O.B:14th December |
Location:Bangalore Nicknames:nunoo |
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Name :Sanjoy Biswas D.O.B:24th October |
Location:Bangalore Nicknames:jaetha |
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Name :Sanjib Talukdar D.O.B: |
Location:Chennai Nicknames:talu |
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Name :Saugata Mukherjee D.O.B: |
Location:Mumbai Nicknames:chingri , E.T. |
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Name :Suman Banerjee ( nee Khanna ) D.O.B: |
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From Pradyut's desk.......
1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
2. Memorize your favorite poem.
3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you
want.
4. When you say, "I love you", mean it.
5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.
6. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
7. Believe in love at first sight.
8. Never laugh at anyone's dreams.
9. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only
way to live life completely.
10. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
11. Don't judge people by their relatives.
12. Talk slow but think quick.
13. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer,
smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?".
14. Remember that great love and great achievements
involve great risk.
15. Call your mom.
16. Say "bless you" when you hear
someone sneeze.
17. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
18. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect
for others; Responsibility for all your actions.
19. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
20. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to
correct it.
21. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will
hear it in in your voice.
22. Marry a man you love to talk to.As you get older, his
conversational skills will be as important as any
other.
23. Spend some time alone.
24. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
25. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
26. Read more books and watch less TV.
27. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think
back, you'll get to enjoy it a second time.
28. Trust in God but lock your car.
29. A loving atmosphere in your home is so important.
Do all you can to create a tranquil harmonious home.
30. In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current situation.
Don't bring up the past.
31. Read between the lines.
32. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
33. Be gentle with the earth.
34. Pray there's immeasurable power in it.
35. Never interrupt when you are being flattered.
36. Mind your own business.
37. Don't trust a man who doesn't close his eyes when you kiss him.
38. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
39. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping
others while you are living. That is wealth's greatest
satisfaction.
40. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a stroke of
luck.
41. Learn the rules then break some.
42. Remember that the best relationship is one where
your love for each other is greater than your need for each other.
43. Judge your success by what you had to give up in
order to get it.
44. Remember that your character is your destiny.
45. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
...... Pradyut.
Another Entry from Pradyut:
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Subj: MY DAYS IN TCS B'LORE.
the first entry:
december 19th, 1997
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as always I was the last person to get out of house to discover the bus
has just left and as usual
there was somebody left to accompany me. This time it was anup. I like
him in these situations.
He starts with dismissing my hidden wish to board an auto and staunchly
waits for a bus to be sent from heaven, leaving me to check out whether
I have assimilated every assortment that should go with me to the
office. I always leave at least one thing behind and in a matter of
seconds discovered my belt was'nt hugging my waist. There was a time
when I would'nt have
given it a second thought simply because then I never bothered to wear
one. But nowadays I feel a sort of attatchment to it, not because of
any physical need, I guess, it comes with the same logic as missing
something that u'r used to. So I promptly went back and as I did'nt have
entry to my den('coz I had locked the door by slamming it hard & did'nt
have a key) I went searching for other belts that could delightfully
adorn my waist. I found only one & picked it up
& joined anup only to find out that the damn thing would go around me
twice before fitting snugly
and then there was'nt any of those tiny holes that could make it of any
use. I guess, I don't have
the capacity to appropriate other's properties even without anybody
really caring about that.
Dilip was a darling today. He always is. He asked me how I was liking my
project.i laughed rather loudly, starling others. He thought it was his
question so he remodelled it by saying what
were my notions of a good project. This time I took him seriosly to let
him persist with his theory
of why I laughed so loud. Actually I could'nt make up my mind to say
anything, I said, well I would've liked to join in the initial phase.
I'd rather appreciate a training based on the project and
nonchalantly said, " I think nothing makes a difference. One must
imagine he's happy". He said he got the point-such a darling he is, as
if I'd wanted to make one. I surely would've married him
if I were a woman, I said. He lowered his head. He is so shy.
The Second entry:
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I 'vet always believed that nobody is born evil. Only at the crossroads
of life, by mischance or by some other unavoidable circumstances a few
end up in the blind alley which given a fair opportunity and a thick
slice of luck they would've gladly skirted. Still, at times i can't help
but
marvel how nice human beings can really be. Take this rather
insignificant instance of old-dog me writing a diary,nay, floating it
proper &good on net(at last i've found a hanky large enough to
wipe my tears with,u might say). Now the thing is that people are really
concerned if i'm not
committing a faux-pas by making this so-called diary, which is supposed
to be u'r mate (at night, i mean) when u have'nt got one, public. As if
i'll disclose anything to that effect! Aahh! isn't it nice to see that
people still believe in u'r goodness when u'r father, u'r very own
progenitor whom u call daddy in love, does'nt?
Dad turned up early this morning
with dear old mom . naturally i was 10
minutes late in receiving them. Moreover, he could easily discern that
whatever the substance
that i had taken to quench my thirst merely hours back was not pure
water. Now, that, i guess, is reasons enough for any reasonable parents
to fly out like anything. But then, i'vet brought'em up in a thoroughly
different tune. To start with they are hardly bothered with my
substitution for
water for i feel, more or less they're sure about my ability as a
swimmer. At least i won't drown, they know. But what happens if there
are chances fat enough that u may vanish into thin air which is only a
way of putting it when the air is thick & heavy with smell of grass?
It all happened during those
hectic college days when u're naturally inclined
to be on the grass-root level instead of really growing up. One day i
was'nt cautious enough to
protect my belongings after getting stoned like a bird. I guess, that's
the precise reason - that
throwing caution to the air, people get themselves stoned like hell. But
the catch is they usually
do not get caught red-handed or with hands reddish enough to
unsuspecting parents who easily
pass grass as flowers which instead of gracing u'r loved one has dried
in u'r shirt-pocket. And when they do they just hold on to u'r tail.
They won't say anything that may hurt u. Instead they'll
try to understand as if u were a hard-core drug-addict beyond
rehabilitation.
Like my dad says whenever we're
alone . with a face as grim as someone who is about to disclose a secret
long kept in his heart he hoarsely whispers:" chayan,that was
cannabis". I nod & scream in silence "as if i didn't know". Having thus
convinced me he swiftly shifts on to extracting the truth from me:" u
can't leave it,no?" ritually , i bend my head till it touches my
shoulder but the repetitiveness has bolstered my opinion that he's never
going to
believe me. So, tell me, would't be wise if i left it for good ?
The Third entry:
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I've the rather dubious distinction of having been into eight different
institutions to complete right upto my higher secondary education. Do
not make so futile a guess if i was driven out of seven of'em till i got
myself into the sanctuary of the
eigth one. For before they could be at it i used to get my hair out and
place myself in the temporary custody of the successive one where after
cooling my heels for some time i'd be again upto some mischief which
would require prompt action on both part. But I was always quicker than
them 'coz my execution was never impedded by that so-called
red-tapism.It only required the
co-operation of my father who in turn had no choice but to oblige me
precisely 'coz he had a transferrable job. He still has,though I do not need it
any more.Now that eighth one was a heaven, not only 'coz it had the resilience of
taking old sinners like me into its stride and let me have my way for six full
years when the earth beat its path six times around the sun but 'coz
still now I regard it as the only truely independent part of India even after
freedom from centuries of British oppression. And symbolically or by
chance it got its name from one of the famous martyrs of that struggle
too.
The geographical location was perfect.
Strategically located on the shores of the Ganges this old premises, which served as a
French college in colonial times had no less than two convents, where
birds from near & distant lands flocked, on one side, three movie theatres in
three corners, the govt. college (where my father relaxed in the knowledge of
having me right under his nose)right behind, a church on another side to give
it all an air of sanity, two huge & three small playgrounds & other
equally distinct & similar attractions in close range. Then there were those remarkable
individuals who ran the show.Their responsibilities included patrolling the streets
converging to or diverging from the convents in the morning to standing
beside the doormen of the movies in the noon. They usually did'nt bother about
those who took the day off for playing or was'nt driven by their basic
instincts,so to speak. In fact in these cases, it was'nt unusual of them to offer a
helping hand.I remember one such occasion. one day, as usual after announcing my
presence, I dutifully came out of the class, making use of that split
second,
Disco(it was his nickname, i dunno why)took to register my
response.Following the same stratagem, six more came out. We waited for
some more to appear but as nobody else turned up we divided ourselves in
two unequal groups and started playing football on the ground right in
front of the classroom. Utilising a sudden cease in enemy attack I was
folding my trousers to facilitate free movement-one leg up on the
corridor that separated me and the class. When I was done with that leg,
I took it down & was about to proceed with the other one when I thought
someone hath been noticing me for quite some time. I cud'nt understand
why an insignificant act like folding one's trousers merited intense
observation & as I was in a hurry to get back to the game(where our fort
was in imminent danger as i cud percieve from the corner of my eye) I
cut him & accelerated my movements. Having finished,
I almost dashed back to the game but a beseeching voice from behind held
me back. It was interested to know whether we'd like to move to some
other ground so as he would'nt be disturbed.I shot back by saying that ,
that would
require a manpower we were in dire need of. To my chagrin, he indeed
sent some more boys from our class for the evacuation.
No wonder, from this heaven I cud only vault into a
place like
bec,which can be best described as a totally different planet, if not a
solar system.
The Fourth entry:
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I'm yet to come across a person who does'nt believe that his
schooldays(I can't be definite about 'her', 'coz i've known so few of
'em & then save one or two, I haven't ever dived deep enough to reach
those innocent days anyway)
are the ones that will live in his memory for the rest of his days.I
too,cherish
fond memories of those times when we all flowed with abundant joy &
without an inkling of how we would develope into sulking, branded
hang-dogs one day.
Now everybody is'nt that lucky of course, I mean, not being able to
associate a semblance of pure enjoyment to his boyhood experience.For
one thing, their
parents probably had been overjealous with the course their future,
which they
appropriated as their own, should take.They are the poorest dogs.They
begin their sojourn on a promising note-a cute puppy,only to end up in
a badly mauled mangy cur with all the fancy hairs shredded. There is
this other category.They start as the ugliest creature on earth-a baby
duck only to grow
more & more beautiful day by day, their visage clean & squeaky beyond
recognition. There are , of course,many more varities- the spectrum as
wide as the animal kingdom which may come in handy if u want to
compare but then I may not give u a chance at all. 'coz I do not fall
in either of these. And who knows which infernal creature will creep
in u'r head in that case?
The reason,I,a man of action,has fallen into the habit
of
reminscing good ol' days needs a bit of elucidation. When leaving
yesterday
to catch on how my brother is doing,dear dad told me that in school I
was all he could ever dream of me.I was touched.I wanted to ask why he
did'nt tell me then.But I was very eager to know what his dreams tell
about me in recent times.So I boldly put forward my opinion that his
dreams can't be any better these days.What I gathered from his answer
is, that he certainly wished so,but
he does'nt dream of me at all nowadays.I'm slotted to appear only in
his bloody
nightmares.
As the year winds up to make place for a new one to
reign
I also find myself in a state of transition. For i'm going home this
very day,not
officialy of course.I had to sacrifice my brother by getting him on
his deathbed
in Vellore due to a complex illness not yet known to be in existence
in medics circs.Still my pl was loathe to grant it.Fortunately he made
a mistake.
Explaining his inability, he remarked,"after all, it's for somebody
else." Philosophically I said,one can always find a substitution for
his demised
father,mother , wife, in fact,all possible relations in life but not a
brother or
a sister precisely 'coz he can't play a part in it.He was ashamed.
For the time being , till I return on 5th jan,
publication of this
column will naturally not be possible barring the distant chance of
operating
through our good offices in Cal.So till then, good-bye,a merry
christmas and a
fabulous new year to u all.
ciao!!
Pandu
The fifth Entry ...
DEAR SUMTUSH, CAME TO KNOW FROM PARBATI THAT U TWO HAVE MARRIED !
WHAT A NEWS BOSS !
SOMETHING THAT WE, ALL AS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE CLASS OF '97 ,
OR AS THE BOARDERS OF RICHARDSON SHOULD FEEL PROUD OF ! CONGTATULATIONS
!!!!!
AND CELEBRATIONS NEXT TIME WE MEET EACH OTHER .
MEANWHILE MEET LIFE EYE TO EYE , HEART TO HEART, AS I TAKE THE HONOUR OF
SAYING 2 OF U SOMETHING....
It takes groom. It takes a bride.
A mother's joy . A father's pride.
It takes a ring .It takes a prayer.
It takes the dream that the two people share.
It takes two heart that beat as one.
It takes the faith for years to come.
It takes His blessings from the skies above...
But should I say it takes nothing but more
Than yours' love.
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PRADYUT.
hey suman bhabi & tushar bhaia,
CONGRATS...CONGRATS...
WISH U A VERY HAPPY WEDDING.
AICH.
hi! tushar & suman,
my heartiest
congratulations to u2 on tying the knot. don't yet know exactly when the
very first matrimonial ceremony of our class took place . only got the
news that
u2 have taken the oath from debanjan's & nilanjan's mail almost
simultaneously.
now i know why i haven't
yet got a reply to my mail sent long back.
nor am i in any doubt what kept u busy. only it'd be really nice if u
could let me know the cause.
hope to be received by u2 along with all of us in near future. till then
have a nice time.
god bless you.
ta-ta.
pandu.
hi,
Congrats ..... and best wishes to a couple......who didn't even feel
the min necessity of informing the guys with whom they had spent the
last four years ..... anyway it was simply great.
So how's the post nuptial scenario.... all cool? careful?? just
joking!!!!
Life must be really running for u guys.... planned out a honeymoon or
something ??
Anyway the big thing ..... when r we getting the big treat.... u
mightnot feel the necessity but we surely do..
Life is running fine for us.....working with
assemblers...IBM.S/390........not very exciting though....
going home to Cal on the 19th of this month...
so MERRY CHRISTMAS & A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR in advance......
hoping that u will remain in touch & not forget us....in such great
ocassions
Amlan & Abhishek sends their Congratulations & Best Wishes and awaits
eagerly for your invitation.....
keep in touch
talu.
dear tushar,
nilanjan-er kach theke tor ei sukhabar-ta pelam.sune khub bhalo laglo.tui
bodhhoi amader batch-er prothom je biye korli rather korte parli.ta ekhon
nishchoi ekshongei thaka hoi,bhalo bhalo , mosti kore nao. amader moto pora
kopal nie to aar janmaoni.anyway give my heartiest wishes to suman.
kaj kamon cholchhe.indra-to ekhono join koreni.o jodi pune-te jai o-ke amar
e-mail address die dish.tui-o mail korish surely.BUT DONT MAIL ME AT THIS
ADDRESS , PLEASE MAIL ME AT THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS:
ms2157@cognizantcorp.com
bhalo thakish,
---somnath
tushar/suman,
i came to know about the news from nilu.great yaar.you two , probably , are
first
in this respect among the beings of class of '97.
how is life in pune? colorful i suppose ( ought to be). suman is in which
company
now?.' heard news about pcl.
i am just slogging out here.i am sick of this city(madras).
bye. keep in touch.
samik
congratulations bana ,
this was one of the better surprises in life after a long time.came into the
know from a broadcast over the snail mail by the 'mota' a few days ago but
could not actually sit down to write to you.
write to me in detail about the various steps in achieving this noble
catenation of two loving hearts (others refer to it as a marriage) and how
were the initial days like(i naturally do not want to know EVERYTHING, you
see, so you can liberally censor). what are the lady's immediate plans and
how was the honeymoon like?rebeca has been scheduled for the second week of
feb.and i guess you are coming down with your family.
am in a project on TPF(transaction processing facility for VISA)in assembler.
it is all very new and fascinating.wii get back . keep in touch.
---for the newlyweds--
the brahmin and the punjabin
went along to marry
good enough for them
and we all will be uncles soon
as soon as they carry.
/gourab
I don't think there are many visitors of revelance ( CO97 ). The hit count
is pretty healthy though. I have updates alright , but only 2 registrations so far ( Chinu & Indranil ).
Tushar