“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again”- Dipanjan
One of my friend from IIT Bombay called me and asked, “what is the rank?” “Bro, it’s 24th March, the result is supposed to come on March 27th”, I said. “Idiot, the result has already been published, go check it out and let me know”, he said.I opened my chrome, wrote “JAM 2017 result” on Google search engine, and got the result. Yes! I had been selected for an IIT, although that time I didn’t know which IIT I was going to get; but, I was sure that at least one of the old IIT I would definitely get. So, I aired this news to all of my friends, family members, relatives and all of them was very happy! After that I called my girlfriend — “I have been selected for M.Sc in IIT, after two years of M.Sc I would have a good career and then I could talk to your father for our future,” I told her. “Congratulation, but it’s over,” she mumbled. And the rest of the stories you all know!
After two and a half month, I came to IIT Guwahati: this was the IIT which I had never wanted to be selected in, but I got it, and I had to come. So, I got admission in IIT: a top institute in India and people from all over India are getting mad to become a part of it; but, I wasn’t happy! And the reason—why I wasn’t happy—you all know, I guess. Before coming here, I searched about it on Google, and the first thing which I came to know was: it is one of the top institutes in India which has an alluring campus, and one of the Quora users had written on Quora: IIT Guwahati is heaven! Heaven? The word seems like too enchanting right? You, whoever has not visited IIT Guwahati, might think that I’m saying this because I’m a part of it, and being a part of this campus, how could I vilify it, right? Okay then, come to IIT Guwahati, wake up at 6 am, or if you are too drowsy, then I’m allowing you to sleep for 30 minutes more! So basically what I want to say: wake up in the morning, go to the entrance side of the campus, and look around you; now, let me tell you what you’re going to see: the whole campus is hovering surrounded by the giant hills, and by that time, after seeing it, you’ll realize that you are, indeed, in heaven!
So, I, basically, had been selected to study in heaven! Though I wasn’t very excited before coming here; but, after seeing the campus, I started getting goosebumps. But I, still, was unsure about how the people—my batchmates—would behave with each other. First I met one of my hostel friend, Ripan, and after two-three days we became a good friend. Then it was the registration day where we were sitting in a gigantic room. I and Ripan were sitting in the last row of the room and were checking different people coming one by one. Then I saw a girl— wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, I guess, with a goggle—was talking to some other girls. While talking, she was smiling at some point; and, at that point, I was captivated by her winsome smile! I thought she was from another department but, fortunately, she belongs to our own department. And we became a good friend after some days. Now, Don’t you dare to ask me her name!
So, after a few days of the registration, the classes, as well as the friendship with the peoples, had started. I can not write about every single friend and every single day spent in IIT Guwahati; but, what I can say is that—IIT Guwahati has given me the things which I would’ve never got If I didn’t come here: friends from all over India.Yes, I got friends from almost every states in India. I’m from Calcutta; basically I’m a so-called, Bengali boy, and I’ve never been in other states in India; so, I didn’t have any idea about the people of other states: how they talk to each other, what they eat, how they are as a friend and so on… IIT Guwahati gave me the chance to explore India through all of them.
Now, though, I have never been in Delhi, but when someone is talking about Delhi, I think of Akash and Ankit, and by that time, Delhi is no more unknown to me. They gave me the feeling of living in Delhi while I’m in Guwahati.Whenever I read some news regarding Uttarakhand, I think of Tripathi, and I start getting goosebumps while reading the news. It feels like the news related to the place where my brother lives, this is how much Uttarakhand attached to me! Whenever I see some people wearing a turban, I think of Karan, and Gaurav, and I got hopes of visiting the place, Haryana, on their wedding.Whenever I see some pictures of the pink city, Jaipur, It reminds me of Nemichand and Paras, and I say, to myself, someday, I’ll visit this place, and will explore the city with them.Whenever I listen to people talking in Bhojpuri, I think of Anoop, Ashwini, Sunil, Nikhil, Hemant, Deepak, and it seems like I’ve been listening to this language from my childhood. The language is no more strange to me. This is how much I’ve changed by the impact of these UP peoples.Whenever some people talk about Lingaraja Temple, I think of Bhubaneswar, and at the same time, I think of Rohan and though I’ve never gone to that temple, still, I feel like something is connected to that temple, through my brother, through Rohan. This is how all of them has given me the feeling of living in all over India, through them!
Together, We did lots of things here. And the best thing which we did was celebrating each of our birthdays! Before coming here, the definition of birthday celebration was different: bought a cake, fed the birthday boy/girl, gave them a gift and had some dance.But, we people celebrate birthdays in a slightly, oh sorry! a completely different way! For us, birthdays were not used to be a happy days; it used to be a day of dismay! We took the birthday boy, made him standing by holding something, and started beating on his butt by slippers! And we had some rules—we did this only with boys. Whoever used to be the birthday boy, he seemed to very scared of how much we are going to beat him. Some of us, including me, used to take protection by taking some clothes under pant; but whatever they did, day after that, they had to wake up with a swollen butt! This is how much ridiculous we used to be. Not only that, In those three days of Alcheringa, we, together, used to dance like crazy dogs. The surrounding was completely inundated with dust and debris, but we didn’t care. We had to dance, and we danced till the music offed!
Besides fun and enjoyment, we used to support each other in our ups and down too. I still remember that day when Animesh came to my room and said, “Wasim, I’m not feeling well, tell me something so that I can focus on my studies.” And I used to think in my mind “bro, I, myself, is not feeling well too, how could I give you advise where my condition also is in deep dejection!” But I had to motivate him. And after few days, I got depressed too, and I went to his room and said, “Animesh, I’m not feeling well, tell me something so that I can focus on my studies!” This is how we used to be dependent on each other!
Whatever we did, we did together, we bunk classes, we got drunk and danced in the campus, we took selfies in running classes, we abused each other, we made fun of each other; we argued, we fought, we stopped talking, and again, after few days, we started doing the same thing together. . . To be succinct, we were like a family—comfortable like an old sweater; grounding me when I needed a reminder that I belong to something greater than myself. This was the bittersweet moment in my life!
But, as everything in this world has its end; so this has to be end too! One more month left of this journey! We are trying our best to make the best memories in this last one month. IIT officially invited us for “Graduation tea party” to help us make some better memories. Our juniors also invited us for an unofficial farewell and we enjoyed a lot there. They have given us the best gift which I could ever imagine: a photo frame with a picture of all of us. And one of my junior, Dipanjan, on the photo frame, has written: “the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.” Yes! we’ll meet again! Someday, somewhere, down the line, I promise, we will meet again! In a different place, a different time, a different life; that’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane, the promise that it’s not over yet. . . The timing is just off, and our life couldn’t collide right now; but, I hope to God that I’m right, and I hope, years down the road, I’ll see you guys in a coffee shop in a big city, and our eyes will meet again, yes! we’ll meet again! till then, Good Bye! [Signing off]