To those who are into addiction…………

When there is an end to everything, one thinks of how to the get rid of it. Or rather have a sort of escaping proclivity. Is this the proper solution? Oh God! Help those who face up to this disease……

Frankly speaking, I had this propensity since I was in 10+2 standard. There was a notion in me, of having the ability of finishing up everything on its final stage. Wrong, wrong I was! I couldn’t clear up WBJEE to the mark. Didn’t get a chance in National Power Training Institute (NPTI). A feeling came into me that there wasn’t anything beyond this. I got devastated through every moment. I didn’t have the vigour to appear for WBJEE again. The fervour for the next attempt has gone by that time. Why I don’t but I was lost in the midst of frustration. One thing helped me in that duration.

“Its meditation, concentrating on a single agenda, the super natural power, Almighty God, be it in any form “

Not to perplex at all, I am not a devout person. I have credence for it being enthusiastic about gathering courage in my ill at ease hours. Yes, need something to grab upon before getting submerged into, don’t know what all things! That is it and I am helped through this exercise. You people should try this out.

Hey I am not Baba Ramdev or something like that, expediting you people. It’s just a simple practice which will make us capable to fight any sort of circumstances. Don’t be an escapist. Build up the daring to go through it.

Regardings,

Pritam Bhattacharjee.

Life at Chandrakona …………

Humans get accustomed to where they are placed, that’s their natural instinct. My belief regarding this was a bit different. From my childhood I had a firm opinion that situation get changed with change in one’s placement. But I was wrong. I got completely changed when I started living in this place named Chandrakona. It was an imbroglio for me to handle as I stepped here. The place didn’t have half of the facilities I do get from my native place.

Anyways life started here and I got habituated to it with lots of boredom as there were no modes of entertainment. I took it as new venturesome journey of my life. In the present day I do realize it taught me lots of morals that I couldn’t have achieved without this. Earlier I was the most lazybones amongst my friends, was sternly homesick. I learnt to cleanup rooms, wash clothes, dress up, and more importantly learnt how to cook staying at Chandrakona. Gosh throughout school days I never have imagined to do all these ever in my life. Nowadays I love to cook and don’t let my mom to do. God grace, days along, I’m getting self-dependent.

In the 3^rd year of college at Chandrakona, Biswa and me decided to start cooking ourselves, as food at canteens and BANDHOB were just mordant, that anyone may have ever tasted. Anyways both of us do muck in jobs between us. Biswa the in charge of marketing and peeling and me in with cooking is having a great time out there at Chandrakona. My hostel days were much more adventurous than mess life. But mess life, has given more settlement to my life at Chandrakona. I got more organized and got to know my capabilities.

Once an incident took place in college, a fight between the college students and the locals. Apparently there was a notion that Maddy was responsible for it. That was not true. College management preplanned it. Every student of college fled back to their native places, but four of us stayed back to fight the situation. We were together, smoking, drinking, and eating together without any fear. This is what I think friendship is all about. It was not pretence, came from core of our hearts. We could have fled away leaving each other. But no, harmony among us showed its strength. I achieved a grand moralization from that incident, so till date believe “United we stand, divided we fall “.

From:    Yours gaga,

             

              Pritam Bhattacharjee.

The day when I went for the first class in college……

Hurrah! That day was a joyous day of my life. Each & every happenings of the day are still clearly visible in front of me as if I’m in the midst of it.

Being in the hostel, we had the information that the classes will start at 10 AM, accordingly went at that time, as we had a notion of being correct all the time. But disastrous, the class had already started from 8 AM. Gosh what to do was the only thing that came into my mind as I came near the class door. Bhargap, Sayan, Me, Biswa and Nandu standing outside the door was thinking about some sort of excuse when the lecturer came up to us asking whether we belong to this class or not? Don’t know why but without any punitive step, he let us into the class. As I was going inside with an amble speed my eyes got stuck into the first rows of benches. I couldn’t refrain from indulging my eyes to look upon those charming eyes, which I won’t forget in my entire life. May be or so I got attracted to them. Yeah! The eyes of a single person. The fervor of getting acquainted with the person is still in my heart, but what to do haven’t got the courage! In these sorts of aspects, no one can be more cowardice than me. Moving along with that day I met Mr. Subinoy Mukherjee ( better known as Pali ) and Mr. Manish Kumar Barnwal ( better known as Maddy ). Both of them were tremendous guys with full agility. They were from my native place. That day in the afternoon three of us (pali, maddy and me) befuddled ourselves to celebrate our new bonded Dosti. Within half an hour all three of us were out of this world rambling in the rice fields of Chandrakona. Anyways after that what happened I’m not aware of, but those eyes still reminisce in me. Hope so that someday or the other I’ll get to know the eye owner and be close to her heart. Bye!! See you people soon.

MY HOSTEL DAYS IN CHANDRAKONA

The college days rather days spent in Supriya Dey’s hostel often mesmerize me. But I can’t imagine getting into those days again, with horrible temperament of living. Crap!! I feel clumsy thinking about it.

Still without any hesitation I will surely proclaim that those were some promising days spent by me. I certainly think there was the need of such experiences in my life.

From my childhood I was a bit lazy, homesick, and exceptionally comfort hungry guy. So, that was the right place for me to get my viewpoints changed drastically.

The day when my parents left me alone………

I was abandoned into a room (it will be appropriate if I say a dog’s kennel because of its size) with two people. One was a big fatty hippo Mr. Bhargap Kashyap and another Mr. Sayandip Som. I got friendly with Sayan within few minutes. I have that quality of getting friendly with unknown people easily. But failed to do so in case of Bhargap. Language is a great barrier in few cases surely. He is not acquainted with hindi, bengali, I got to know later. And my spoken English is terrible. Even though we got friendly somehow, I making him learn bengali & hindi, and me getting familar with assamese. I got to realize that he is a good hearted person. This roommate of mine is emotional, sensitive and very caring towards girls why I don’t know. But undoubtedly he had a marvelous quality of organizing, keen interest towards Engineering Graphics. Most of my laboratory sheets were done by him.

    Coming on to Sayan I can’t even judge him till date. What are his interests? What does he love do in his leisure hours is yet undiscovered. Because he never does the same thing every time. God knows why he too was cool dude roommate of mine.

With these two people I started off my journey of staying away from my parents for the first time. I got many other friends in the hostel whom I will never forget in life span. Anubhab, Biswa, Suman, Prasenjit (Bumba Da), Mainak, Ritesh, Debmalya, Soumyadeep (Guli with five sisters), Sayantan Dutta (Mota, Butun, Psycho), Koushik (Mazzi), Sandip (Sandy Bhai, self proclaimed Pajji). Sayantan Das (Khochu), Nandan (the great nandu, has a real awesome skill of flirting girls), Daptury, Samiran and me were the buddies to rock up the hostel everyday. Each and every day out there we used to dramatize a chaotic situation to tremble up our hostel super Kasi. This guy was a real dude. Along with us he used to have whisky, gajja making a total nuisance all around.

Like a coin tossed in the air has two sides, our days were also bi-colored. There were often misunderstandings, cursing, and discriminations among us. But we always got united during the need hours, may it be when we were beaten up by seniors, or before the semester exams.

I will never forget those days; those are some of my nostalgic moments of life. I am now in the last year of my graduation living in a mess with Biswa, Suman and Bumba. Gods know what I will achieve after this even though I know where to reach. But surely some sort of effect of the hostel experience will depict upon me Pritam Bhattacharjee.

hi friends..

Before I enclose myself in front you I would like thank for looking upon my book. Ok, now to introduce myself " I am Pritam Bhattacharjee, pursuing Electronics & Communication Engineering,B.Tech, 4th year, under West Bengal University of Technology,in an college named Institute Of Science & Technology, Paschim Midnapore ".

I was born in the year 1988 on 3rd December, in place called Durgapur, which also is my hometown. My parents were very worried during my birth time as I was delivered as a premature baby. Chances of being alive at that moment for me was almost nil. But some miracle or somewhat of Gods grace, and the prayers of parents saved me. Till the present day I'm a bit superstitious. But I can't help it. Anyways coming to the point, I got admitted into pre nursery and then into nursery, and got a fair chance to study in St. Xavier's School, Durgapur. I completed my 10th finals out there, and joined Bidhan Chandra Institution, Durgapur for +12th course on science discipline. Appeared for WBJEE, AIEEE, VIT, SRM, BHU but my fate brought me into WBUT to study engineering. For my childhood days, I had keen interest in music, I got myself into tabla for seven years and then guitars for six months. I started writing lyrics and compose tunes from the days of my HS. My friend Himadri Sekhar Chatterjee ( pursuing B.Tech, Electric Engineering, Haldia Institute of Technology) and me started jamming from those days. Debarshi Mondal (pursuing B.Tech, Applied Electronics & Instrumentation Engineering, Dr. B.C. Roy Engineering College), a friend of ours also joined us during that time. Presently all of us are into focus of career-making and has stopped. But music is my soul and I can't live without it. I am on my way of becoming a music director someday carrying along my career too. See you people soon. Bye !!!!