Of turtle pies and a few lies

Well....bunking lab classes to dance in the rain did have its consequences....I caught a terrible cold, I couldn't blog for 8 months!! (well so long a hiatus....ahem....my cold might have caught a cold itself)....neways, to cut a long story short...I didnt blog for 8 months!! But you would be surprised to know, that I have been not taking benadryl and paracetamol only over these 8 months.
I also had 3 servings of Chelo Kabob at Peter Cat, I had 7 courses of Fried Crispies at KFC, City Centre (miss you really), I had innumerable helpings of Bhapa Hilsha (a fish delicacy) cooked by my mom, and to be indicative at last ;), I had grilled salmon, I had baked lamb and sushi flying in an elongated contraption 35000 ft above sea-level....!!!

And now, 8 months after I last blogged, I am having a king's share of a turtle pie .

Well, I have justified the first part of the blog title....now for the second part :p

When my dad first took me to little nursery, I promised him, I won't cry anymore: True

When my mom told me that academic excellence is the foothold of everything in life, so "Pritam, Try"....I tried: True

When my drawing teacher told me that male fingers are more muscular than female fingers...so pay careful attention...I did: True

When my recitation teacher told me that Alliteration metric has to be recited in a specific tune to bring out that soporific effect, I complied: True

When my class teacher told me that unless I study biology for my boards, I wouldn't pass....but...I did :P : True

When Dr.Ganguly said, if I do not have a rank within 100 in JEE, he would take special attention to thrash me....well I almost did....but would have still liked the thrashing if only.... :( : True

When Dr. Rajakumar said ," You do not know the Bit error rate of a pi/4-offset QPSK channel?? : Batches 10 yrs before yours were so extrapolatory" , well believe me I tried my level best to extrapolate the BER from all my knowledge of QAM, QPSK etc....but maybe I am not that extrapolatory :( : True

When Dr.Narayanan asked, "What special analog circuit design would you learn at UCLA, which you cannot at Kharagpur ? "...I provided lame excuses as everybody else does....but he quashed each one of them with logical justification: True

When all of my relatives used to ask me , "Pritam, when would you return?? ", I told them all "Aare just next year: 5 yrs will pass in a wheeze": True (??)

When my mother was inconsolable at the airport, I embraced her and asked her ...."You wanted me to excel, right....so please do not cry ma....Time will pass in a jiffy" : True

When I suddenly wake up in the morning listening to that sweet baritone of my dad...."Wake up Pritam, its already 9"....and realize that it was just that urge to complete the folded cascode design for my 215a project, I feel sad: True

When I hear the death news of my dearest uncle one Friday night and can only trundle back home in a heavy shower with my eyes helping the ensconced clouds in the sky, I feel sad: True

When I celebrate a Durga Puja with Ma Durga in front of the stripes and the stars, I feel sad: True

When I study sample and hold trackers instead of firing crackers on a diwali, I feel sad: True

.....But as they all say it here, "Heretogo....Maan....I am having a turtle pie now....so I am happy"

Heyy....when did I lie???

I never justified the second part of my title.....

See...you missed the lie!! ;)

Rainy Languor

What if you start flunking lab hours to dance in the rain; what if you forget(?) an important assignment and doze off to glory; what if you don't "feel" like studying even the night before your exam; what if you wrap a shawl around your legs like a "lungi" and dance (ahem ahem) to the foot-tappings of "masti ke pathshala"; what if you recite poetry at 4 am in the morning with a lazy guitar strum at a roadside shanty; what if you lie on a bed of pricking grass at 3 am in the night and .....just lie down; what if you booze at night at your institute rooftop and get chased by security guards only to scale a 6 feet high wall; what if you are after your friends' undies to show your fervor in "holy" festivals; what if you can dismantle a 20 feet high pyramid of about 7 tiers of table with people atop them in a matter of a few seconds and unveil the most astonishing display of lights at a single cry of RKSPLIT; what if you can smell of "poltu" and sabotage in each event you lose and of triumph,glory and fair judgment in every event you win; what if you can guzzle 12 pieces of chicken tandoori at one go; what if you can ride a bike at 120kmph; what if you can only wistfully wish that the opposite sex was a little more considerate ; what if you can climb on top of each other to break apart a pot full of curd amidst incessant showers from hose-pipes; what if you can debate hours on about the futility of a PGM's popularity over Vinod Gupta; what if can learn to "fly" on road; what if you rue your lack of fundae when you continue losing circuit design competitions by the narrowest of margins; what if you can showcase your dance talents and perp up people's lives in the finest of frenzies; what if you at times think of joining professional theatre instead of designing low noise amplifiers; what if you.......

what if...if what......

what if you alight from a train with all the trunks, the bags, the baggages, your papa the busiest man ....(his son has come to study na)....holding your parents' hands.....

what if you board that train again with all the trunks, the bags, the baggages....your parents' hair a shade greyer....you calling the coolie and all with your papa's hand on your shoulder.....

nothing....told u na....just a few musings on a rainy afternoon when I bunked lab hours to dance in the rain......