I like digging inside myself, and try to find out what’s inside of me. This is my favourite pastime. What I see is a reflection of the places I have passed, and times I have been through. I love myself when I’m happy, and hate myself when I’m. Also makes me realize that I’m a bigtime “Hypocrite”. Oh, by that word, I remember, it’s kind of over used these days. This reminds me, the Good and the Bad in me had this engrossing conversation the other day.

I thought I enlighten you with some of it…

1.The Good: “You are a hypocrite”

The Bad: “So what, everyone is, you are a hypocrite too… Even though I don’t like judging people, still, you are a hypocrite too…”

2. The Good: “Politicians are hypocrites”

The Bad: “If you make money in your profession it’s ok, if the politicians become the best in their “business”, you “hypocrite” them… Not fair.”

3. The Good: “Sadhu baba on TV is a hypocrite”

The Bad: “Poor Sadhu baba was too engrossed with divine objects, and fantasized about apsaras in heaven. Obviously he didn’t have any time to study, and poor soul couldn’t get a job, neither would anyone marry a gross bearded man like him, so INDIA TV to the rescue, we all lived happily ever since…”

4. The Good: “The Professor who stands infront of the ladies hostel gate and slaps all the boys who try doing the same, is a hypocrite”

The Bad: “Come on, have some respect for your own professor. He is old now, his wife is beyond menopause now, and she ain’t attractive no more, he plays with metamorphic rocks all day with students, imagine his life.... He is just feeding his fantasies for one last time, and you are not supposed to disturb the old man.”

5. The Good: “1^st year students protesting against ragging, and next year doing it themselves, are all bloody hypocrites”

The Bad: “Hey come on, you have to save your ass whenever you can. No one likes getting beat up, but when it comes to beating a defenseless kid; it doesn’t hurt you, does it? And just because you didn’t have the balls to hit juniors doesn’t mean they’ll be a pansy like you are…”

6. The Good: “People calling other people ‘despo’, when they themselves are worse than that, are hypocrites”

The Bad: “Oh, you got that ‘despo’ tag, didn’t you? Ah, that must have hurt… Just because you write a blog about how a girl ditched you, doesn’t take away the embarrassment. Poor you… “

7. The Good: “People getting pissed at my blog, because there’s too much truth involved, are hypocrites”

The Bad: “ Everyone can’t handle the truth, we are all humans. And you don’t always have to be right, you are a hypocrite too, remember?”

The Good: “Oh ya, sorry, I almost forgot…”

8. The Good: “Media people showing a girl getting molested, and cribbing about it, are hypocrites”

The Bad: “Look at it from their point of view. The media person’s livelihood depends on the TRPs, the ads… And anyways, it makes great reality TV. And if you’r so concerned about her, why don’t you SMS your deep regrets to 56789, or you can twitter: #RT @aajtak justice for molested girl”

9. The Good: “People with Red flags, stopping people from going to work, are hypocrites”

The Bad: “C’mon, imagine you being a part of a group, and you have no job. Suddenly someone offers you free lunch for raising havoc, would you refuse the offer? It’s an offer you can’t refuse. If you are too lazy to work, you must not allow anyone else to work and tread the path of development. Get it?”

10. The Good: “People killing people, in the name of something-that-does-not-exist, are hypocrites”…

The Bad: “Hey C’mon, something-that-does-not-exist??? You mean God??? You must not make fun of him, or else he will punish you (Even though he teaches to forgive n forget).

Listen dude, you got to kill some innocent people in order to catch people’s attention. People must know how important God is in our lives, and even though some souls are unfortunate enough to lose their lives, you must always remember, God is watching us, and HE LOVES YOU…”

The Good: “Oh God, oops, I mean, Oh “Something-that-does-not-exist”, this could go on and on…”

Took a long time coming, blogging after a long long time. Time has whizzed past real fast since the last post. So, I thought real hard about the title of this post, and what I am going to write about. I couldn’t come up with anything concrete. After all, this is my first blog as a fully certified Mechanical Engineer… But this one piece of paper which says, “Passed with 1st Class” took away all my comforts, my leisure and God knows what…
2nd June, 2009: I wake up to the comfort of an Air-conditioned room. Got bed tea served by my loving mother at 12:30. I’m then served awesome Sandwiches, specially grilled, extra cheese. Lunch is at 4. The food is way too good to describe. Evening would be time for Iced-Tea. Some snacks, and then most fulfilling of all, the dinner. And everything is always complimented with the choicest of beverages (non-alcoholic of course), to wash the food down the throat.
Life is so good! Right? Wrong.
Flashback: I usually used to wake up at 12:30 to 1 in the afternoon, back in college. No AC, no bed tea, no loving Mommy to greet me. And top that, Mr. Hangover is gyrating inside my head. My whole body feels like a car wreck. I somehow manage to get up, there is an sms from my darling girlfriend: “brunch?” My reply is “Meet at jhoops at 1”.
So, 1 it is. Heavily spiced up food that burn the inner linings of my stomach, and excessive Vanaspati Oil (the type that threaten to induce high blood pressure), are the high points of my day. Of course there is nimbu-pani or ganne ka ras to kill Mr. Hangover. And by the time the last morsel of food is devoured, the last lecture class would also come to an end. “Oh, not again”, I think to myself, not forgetting to repeat the same line day after day. And this finally leads to a situation where every time I attend a class, my attendance percentage increases two folds. Fun, eh? No. Because the Professor wants to meet my father, for my low attendance. Why penalize my poor “Papa” for my sins?
Anyways, back to jhoops. My girlfriend and I part ways. But there the meeting leaves us with a “burning sensation”. Sensation is due to the food though.
I go back to my room, excited to watch the latest episode of “How I Met your Mother”. Then, I discuss it with Venky, Sam, Tanmay… And watch again, this time with them. Then, when everyone leaves the room, I lock the door. Everyone needs a bit of secrecy in the afternoon in the boy’s hostel (donno about the girls though). I’m serious. All doors are usually locked. I donno what everyone’s upto. But after I’ve also done the same, I secretly watch WWE. It’s awesome, some dude called Lincon always had the latest episodes on DC++. However, I don’t discuss this with too many people, except for Avishek, who is also a Wrestling fan.
By this time, everyone is almost relieved of their afternoon duties. It’s also dark by now, and we are out hunting for food, like wild animals on the Discovery channels. Herds of people usually wind up at Techno, and satisfy their appetite with junk food. Rotten hot dogs and burgers. Wow!
The evenings are all mushy. Lovey-dovey time. But by 10, all the girls must be back to their hostels, and the guys must STRICTLY report to Surabhi. Surabhi is where the food is sometimes served hot, and sometimes not. Anyways, who cares, as long as we have each other’s company, and (–OH) group in the liquid that occupies our glasses. Then we return to our hostels, cart wheeling on our way. I don’t know what happens during our return journey, but the rest of the World spins to be spinning, and finally there is a big power cut, and everything’s black. Next thing I know, it’s 12:30 in the afternoon again…
Present day: Most of us got good job offers, some with overwhelming salaries, some with great potential, etc... And right now, we are anxious about our joining, but the best joining letter I ever got was the one that said, “Report on 5th August, 2005”, a CTC that included Friends for life, and an experience that would probably dwarf anything else in life. And somebody talked about “Making Life Larger”….

6.30 am: I’m not an early riser, but I don’t sleep well at new places. So, I was awake early. Brushed my tooth in a dirty basin. Had my bath. Then I the feeling of sickness sunk in. I was away from home, on my own for the first time. Having my bath in a place, used by many others. It wasn’t unhygienic, but was something I was not fond of.
Anyways, I got ready, I was good to go. Along with 450-500 others, we were escorted by guards. We reached the place amidst tight security. This was our destiny. This is what we deserved. This is what we got for working the way we did.
We went inside. I close my eyes now; I see what I saw then.
It was the 3rd of August, 2005. First day of college.
2.30 am: I’m sitting in my room. Punching the keyboard buttons. Thinking about yesterday, and thinking about tomorrow. Oh, by the way, tomorrow, April the 13th, is our last working day of college.
So, I could start on with the awesome things I’ve experienced here, and never stop.
So, I have changed as a person. I have got better. Actually I have more than exceeded my own expectations. When I came here I was a miserable boy, who was guilty of not clearly the country’s most premiere Engineering Entrance Exam. I had forgotten how to socialize due to all the IIT tuitions I took. I was rather skeptical to talk to people. I thought I was a loser and nothing good could happen to me.
But here I am. 4 years down lane. I have surprised myself with the events that have occurred. I have made the most awesome friends in the universe. I have even met the girl of my dreams here. Ok, this is not working. Let’s do it Shrink style.
Things I’ve done:
1. Made the most awesome friends in the Universe. (Nothing beats this!)
2. Made wedding vows to the girl of my dreams. (Nothing beats this either!)
3. Fought for Equal rights of all caste, along with the Millions of other people in the world. (Nothing beats this either!)
4. Made zillions of posters, and blockbuster movies (Our newest is coming on 30th April)
5. Got 2 jobs. (2 is the maximum allowed, if I may add)
6. Got 7 pointers in all 7 semesters so far.
7. Won Thousands of bucks at Verve 2k8 and 2k9.
8. Won Thousands of bucks at Aarohan 2k9.
9. Spoke on the mike on stage on multiple occasions.
10. Performed a rap song on stage with Shreyank.
11. Acted in a drama.
12. Got into the habit of drinking.
13. Even tried weed.
14. Gave up weed.
15. Said, “I love you” when I was drunk.
16. Lied on the National Highway, drunk at 2 at night.
17. Danced in the rain with chimpu.
18. Got dumped by a girl once.
19. Had the guts to write a blog about the “dumping incident”.
20. Even earned money from the designing skills I developed here.
21. Oh, almost forget. Gave a Workshop on GIMP, the Free open source photo editing software.
22. Fell in love with the same girl, over and over again.
23. Cried my heart out once, publicly, under the influence of weed and alcohol, during our cult fest.
24. Had people say to me that I was the most creative person they have seen. Then later realize how right they were. (he he!)

There are also a bunch of things I wished I’d done, but couldn’t.
1. Score an 8 pointer.
2. Get chimpu the love of his life.
3. Throw eggs at Kunal Ganjawala.
4. Beat up a few people for being hypocrites. (Namely a few lame profs, a few post holders of the Student’s Union, oops, Gymkhana)
5. Design a whole of Déjà vu.
6. Beat up seniors for beating me up.
7. Challenge someone to wrestling match, and smash his skull with a steel chair.
8. Be the most humorous guy in the college. (Oh, you want to know who’s the most humorous. It’s Venky)
9. Stop ragging in college. Have peace n Love all around.
10. And last, but by no means the least, probably stay here a bit longer. (Not by getting a year lag, but probably by using time-space continuum and stretch time or something…)

But, there might be another opportunity to do these things, repeat the earlier ones. Maybe I’ll comeback here in next life with all my friends. So long then.
And thank you NIT Durgapur for making me a better man.