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B.E.College ( D.U. )
Class of '97

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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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Names starting with A

Name :Anand Singh
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Name :Arjun Bhattacharya
Nicknames:khadi, colnel
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Names starting with S

Name :Sujoy Kumar Pathak
D.O.B:25th December
The lighter side of our complete man , babu s.k. pathak "- thaka thak, thaka thak, thaka thak"

Name :Somdeb Bhattacharya
D.O.B:18th March
Nicknames:kamu, maku, bete bacchan
I'm kamu, some say it's from somdeb(?), some say it's from camus, I don't know which is right, any way I'd prefer a mix of two.

Name :Sarmistha Pramanik
D.O.B:19th March
She's cozy like a tubelight, but can light up the fire whenever the starter sparks up

Name :Sudipto Roy Choudhury
D.O.B:2nd April
hey you ! out there in yhe net , searching for your mate , can you pick me? it's nothing matrimonial. He's just a computer freak !!

Name :Santanu Kar Majumdar
D.O.B:14th December
"ssshhhhhh.... that's soft , silent , secretive for you "

Name :Sanjoy Biswas
D.O.B:24th October
" a cool customer , only loses his composure when occasionally troubled by some " anonymous " departmental junior ( without a name !! )

Name :Sanjib Talukdar

Name :Saugata Mukherjee
Nicknames:chingri , E.T.

Name :Suman Banerjee ( nee Khanna )
Comments ? Do I dare ?

Individual Comments to share

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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From Pandu: All entries till date , has been put here. There are five entries. Scroll down .....

the first entry:
december 19th, 1997
 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:
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
 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
                                         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:
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
                             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
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:
           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
          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
          reminscing good ol' days needs a bit of elucidation. When leaving
          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
                        As the year winds up to make place for a new  one to
          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
          through our good offices in Cal.So till then, good-bye,a merry
          christmas and a
          fabulous new year to u all.

The fifth Entry ...
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Debanjan's Award

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. * 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 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 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 mail korish surely.BUT DONT MAIL ME AT THIS ADDRESS , PLEASE MAIL ME AT THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS: bhalo thakish, ---somnath
tushar/suman, i came to know about the news from nilu.great 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
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My point ....

       Hello guys ! After a long time I am writing again. In the last few days I had a few experiences , one of them being , witness to a a MT Bus falling in the river.        Back to businees , TCS has temporarily cancelled the email ids of of its employees and ence they could be now accessed throgh hotmail etc..

       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 ).