Part 2 : Always A Sophia-ite

Hence, there was I, bags packed heading for the Big City. Maximum City. Bidding adieu to the City of Joy...which was sooo my city. I'M sorry Calcutta, for leaving u like this....I guess  its just about the choices you make in life..Sometimes its too hard, sometimes you have to pretend that its easy, for some its really damn easy. 


By July, I started with college but was still not used to it. Nevertheless I fell in love with my college. Every nook and corner of our college has been featured in some movie or the other (read Shaitan, Ishq Vishq, Good Boy,Bad Boy, Lage Raho Munnabhai and K3G to name a few). For the first few days I would like, simply gape at the magnificent architechture of the college campus, taking in the hustle bustle of the Sophia crowd. I would want to go to college everyday. The marble stairs, the Andersson Annexe and our superb canteen were the favorite hangout spots of students. Oh How I love chillng at the marble stairs. Hostel life however was pretty mundane and I would look forward to college everyday which was bustling with activity. Life had come to me in all its craziness....And I was loving it.....

Part 1:-Once A Sophia-ite

Think K3G SHAITAN  AND ISHQ VISHQ

I was looking for a complication...looking for spice in my bland life. I still remember the date. 20th of June,2011 was the day when I got through Sophia College for Women in Mumbai. But I was still waiting in the hope of making it to Delhi. Sadly, that was not to happen. And I was not going to stay in Kolkata for sure. (Ok, I would have had to had I not got through any college.). So, as I peered into the first merit list from the bottom(coz I was so sure I wouldnt get through to such an abysmally fabulous college ) I didn't find my name for the first two seconds of my search. And then, there it was . The fifth name in the general category list. And I literally jumped with joy. This had to be it. I had answered all the moronic dumb arses back in school and elsewhere who had challenged my capability. I so wanted to see their reaction.


Cut to: 20th June 2011 5.30 p.m. When mum and dad r both back at home from work. By now the social circle am a part of has come to know of 'the news'. I could feel the pangs of jealousy in some, and the genuine tone of appreciation in others. So am sitting with Mom and Dad. And lemme tell you , its still a huge affair in Bengali households. 'the-meye-baire-portey-jabe-etuku-boyeshe' thing!


Dad : Bhaloi hoyeche girls' college e peyechish. Tor jawar icchhe ache?
Mom : Na. Na. Mumbai-tumbai te pathanor kono dorkar nei. Ekhaneo bhalo college ache.
Me :.............................
Dad: Tahole Ki JU aar Presidency r lister jonno wait korbo?
Mom : Haan Next week ei toh berobe.O peye jabe.
Dad: Kintu oke jigesh toh koro O kothaye porte chaye
Me : Ma, ami Sophia tei porbo. Its a really good college.
Mom : Tomake chere amra thakte parbo na. Tumi toh parbei na.
Dad : Haan, even I agree. Tui konodin Eka thakish ni. And atow dur e. Chere de na!!
Me: *dejected look* But I know I can. Jodi baire na jai then how will I know bolo toh. And the environment is also good. And Ami mass media porte cheyechilam shetao toh peye gechi.Ebar keno Baaron korcho?
Dad phone rings. here is the kind of conversation he had with his journalist friend.
Dad: Arre kemon achish re? .........Amader thik thak khobor.ei toh meyer ajkei sophia college e BMM chance peyeche...kintu na amra thik bhorsha pachchi na eka eka oke pathate. emni Mumbai te amar Dada TOH THAKE...kintu hostel list eo toh or naam ta nei....oh Bolchish bhishon bhalo college? One of the best in India...??? hmmm...tahole toh bhebe dekhtei hobe...
He disconnects the phone and is back with us
Dad: Abdi toh bolche je O bhalo kore jaane college ta khub e bhalo. Ta or ihche thakle oke bandha diye labh nei.
Mom : Na tobuo ekhane JU aar presi te pele kintu oke ami okhane porte debo na.
Dad : Atleast admission fees ta toh diye di. JU aar presidency r list toh july te berobe.
Mom : Haan Thik ache.
Me : Thank you so much.... I am on top of the world.... Ok, I ve finally made it. Others in my class were still waiting to get into some college. ..
I went to bed that night....A contented woman. The time had arrived.

The Time of Life

It is said that life is short. Time is invariably shorter.Milton thus rightly said-

"Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race."

One life is usually not long enough to understand the value of time. But both are great teachers to Man. Man's life may just not be enough to comprehend the value of time; consequentially, he may not ever have the time to understand what life is all about. Nevertheless, Man being nature's slave, does realise the value of both eventually.The world is proof to the fact of how man has learnt the value of time in life and the value of life throughout his time. They say, its never too late in life and too early or before time.Time and Life are the two most integral facets in the broader world called the universe. Both teach unforgettable lessons to man. Since time and tide wait for none, Man might as well learn to value the time that life bestows upon him. Life being a gift of God, does teach the noble lessons that every human being is entitled to learn. Life and Time teach us discipline, turning man into a social animal. Time bears testimony to the going ons in Life. In fact, the threatening of time always makes man systematic in his duties, motivates him to fulfill a time bound dream and reach his destination

Time touches all and turns them into nothing. This very truth make life all the more active and enjoyable. Everyone seems to be carrying within themselves and Ulysses to drink "life to the lease." Following the dictation of his mentor Time, Man can acquire success,prosperity and utmost peace. Time is kind to man. Dylan Thomas thus said-

"Time let me hail and climb 

Golden in the heydays of his eyes...."

He had perhaps not wanted to let go of any moment of his precious life. Life is after all a practical laboratory of the teachings that time propagates theoretically. Life is a collection of experiences which either fills us with laughter or makes us break into tears. But in each case and through every experience of success and failure we learn to adhere to time. 

Life and Time are the two great teachers-- time teaches the value of life and life teaches the value of time. The teachings of life are so keen and touching that man can never forget the constant existence of time throughout his lifetime.

Opiate

It dulls my senses and gives me the freedom I have always looked for. All the world's a farce when I am overcome with grief, angst, in indignation and a tumult of happiness.

Its Saturday night. The desire to intoxicate myself and those around me has returned. There is a sudden surcharge within me, to inhale the semi synthetic latex, to lose myself in the narcotic and do the frequent role-play that am so acquainted with by now. I know that it is not what I am. But what's the harm in pretending?

I wear the mask of innocence, roll my eyes with casual nonchalance and smoke. No one sees me, except my soul. I feel my heart beat increasing with the passing of each second.

Opiate has its own romantic charm. It can numb you, kill you, make you see things that shouldn't otherwise be seen. You, yes, not even you would be able to generate the kind of self control that's required to resist Opium. I am a proud addict,unwilling to give up on the zest of life. That is Opiate.A phenomenon. A cloudburst of ecstasy. A bearing on my self consciousness.

I care a dime for realization. For what they say when they see me doping on the roads, in night clubs, and the restricted zones. "They are so narrow-minded", I say, "Why do you care, when I don't? Go mind your  qown damn business. I am bad, and will always be. You might be good, but not for long."- Its more of a warning. My speech is slurred. I decide to inhale once more. The last time, the woman in me promises.