In this ever evolving world how much we care to evolve! Where imagination is the weapon everyone would like to imagine rather than living or evolving. Everyone forgets the crux of life and cracks the nutshell of living positively.
Humanity is a sneer now. Here, big faces create big farrago. No one supports values of ethics. Every individual knowingly or unknowingly makes webs of zest. How do the zests be so similar like the copy-paste theory!
Why freedom to evolve like us is an incongruity! I wonder how much we are ‘we’ in this faceless, cashless era!
Unknowingly based on illusions we create myriad of wrong assumptions. Specifically in our country we are exposed to huge myths. Society plays a key and silent role in manipulating human brain. Seemingly, these manipulations are contagious to some extent.
The more manipulations and distinctions we create in the society the more we get blocked creating unnecessary impulse of “dying era”.
Everyone likes to tell his or her tale of life. I would also like to share mine and I am going to unleash the amazing and significant period of my life in Bidhannagar College (BNC) which taught me a lot.
Before admission in BNC I had given a lot of M.Sc entrances in other Universities also but somehow I could not clear the entrance exam which I wanted. However, in Vidyasagar University I started my M.Sc course initially and then I was looking for a ‘paying guest’ house to settle there in Midnapor. As a result I made an advance payment to book a paying guest house named ‘SonarTori’ but perhaps the ‘Tori’ or ‘boat’ was predestined to anchor in BNC. In the next day of booking the ‘pg’ I received a call from Bidhannagar College and a feminine sweet voice approached me for admission. I wished to choose BNC and went with required documents there. When I entered zoology department of BNC for the first time I was very confused about the room where the entire admission procedure was supposed to be held. So I asked a girl sitting with her mom about the tidbits of admission and joined them. Finally the admission procedure ended. Sayani, Arya, Sourav, Poulami and I joined the other students of PG 1st SEM.
A lot of uncertainties tickled in our mind and we thought how would we cover the 1month’s syllabus which was already taught! However, the thing was not that tough.
Farrago of good and bad experiences added to our journey. The birthday celebrations, the poster presentation programme, the excursion to Jim Corbett, and a lot of small but precious moments are the testimony of unity and happiness.
Sayani and Arya you both helped me a lot starting from 14 th of August 2018 to the last day. I still cherish the series of outing we had done. The wastage of money in the ‘Starbucks’, funny moments of ‘Gautams’, monotonous chowmein days of sealdah, photography in Melbourne cafe and others created sweet and sour memories.
Apart from the happy memories I can recall the boring bus journey of almost 3 hours which taught me patience and monotony. I always tried to look for something which could make me busy even in the stuffy bus. I used to read story books or used to listen to news or music sometimes and also observed the business of lives in the city life. I do not know why the way to posta from howrah bridge attracted my eyes a lot. Considering the stuffy, congested area with full of sacks; people might like to sniff at but I found mystery in the dust-strewn red building where branches of tree spoke quietly and the cobwebs made strict vigilance.
It would be better if no “para-gen” distinction existed since 3rd SEM. However, I love my genetics family and all the fun of genetics lab. I still remember a day when no one except I had gone to the college for attending classes of special and got angry with the fact. However, it happens.
The 4th SEM under covid 19 situation was not imaginable. However, we had to accept this ending. We will meet soon after this pandemic.
I will miss all of the teachers. I will miss the class of Urmi mam and Sc sir a lot, the silent helps of Snm sir 😊 and the modest behaviour of Rk Sir, Sb sir, Bg sir, & Madhumita mam. Thank you Sanjay da for tolerating all our mischiefs. They all supported us to participate in various cultural programmes which touched me a lot.
The world is witnessing its furious countenance. The hustle of all the cities, mofussils, and villages is resting. Hordes of people are dying and the death toll is rising with surpluses. Perhaps the ‘novel’ also does not know how he is creating history in the earth!
I am being baffled to think how the virus is spreading so fast! Don’t know how many are in the queue!
However, we have to confront this crisis because continuity is the truth of life. Of course there are grief, regrets, lamentations, contritions of losing our dear ones or for the poor buddies who are struggling for existence but we can help them to overcome if we want.
Now we must acclimatize ourselves with this altered situation and learn the art of acceptance. Distance does not create distance now rather it makes us closer. People are now thinking of people more in these nuclear-family era. The happiness of small things is now bigger than the bigger ones.
Thus our earth is looking for the sprouting integrity in separation.
If patience is the only weapon then we can have it to combat the play of elves and conquer our known beautiful environment. I hope every people will be aware of ‘us’.
The beauty of love is that you can spread it whereever you want just like the sun does. Every ambit of love is unique and independent. One can mince it into different parts and rehash every part to create a finesse. One may take the words big but they are simple enough to prevent the brewing smell. From one end of a bridge hundreds of complexities walk and finally reach to only one simplicity on the other end. The bridge is thus carrying heavy weight of misery, anger, regret, affection, warmth, distance, happiness, gettings, japes, innocence and purity. It is easy and it is simple to carry the load if the bridge is strong and stout enough. If one can really feel it and withhold all the mistakes by forgiving, then there would not be any foe to curve your love.
Prevailing folds to unfold......... 