Software is NOT Engineering!

A random Dadu commented at the Auto stand
"Software ta abar Engineering naki?
Engineering manei Mechanical r Civil"
And this reminded me Titoo's remark two years back when he said that he firmly believes that JU and other colleges of equal strata should stop giving BE degrees to CS and IT department and stick to B-Tech degrees. Bachelor of Technology would do but Bachelor of Engineering for the software engineers? Certainly NOT.


And after a frustrating (2 days prior to Sem ) morning with the newly bought 'Organiser' I am behaving like my Didi (who always told me during school days, "tor classs ta r emon ki? Amar class ta beshi kothin")

Ah yes! Software is not engineering my friend.
It is SUICIDE

The 4th April Shower :)

Ah peace!
How I love April showers.
How I hate my phone when it becomes the sole reason for thinking twice before running the way back home on rainy evenings.
And I am a self certified black (and white) tongue.
Be afraid people :D
Have fun!

Ithaca

'When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,

Pray that the road is long'

Ayush started his recitation and my mind drifted to those sheltered years when Ankur would recite the same poem to me at the University campus under the 'Polash' tree.

I first met Ankur during a seminar at the University. He was the typical 'arty' type. Took immense pride about his unkempt beard, baggy kurta, perennially borrowed cigarettes. He moved around the campus with a note of ten rupees inside his worn out wallet. He spoke of communism, ideologies and literature. He often wrote poems but would recite poems of others. No dreams, no ambition, just blur vision, made him look like a leader,out there to change the world. The typical "ALL TALK NO WORK" type. 

I always thought these qualities are repulsive, I  always hated such fake intellectuals of the Arts department of our college till I met Ankur.

He was giving some kind of lecture on the political dis functionality. It was so annoying after some time that I made a nasty remark. That is when our eyes first met.

The next 3 years of college were spent together with many common friends, movies, texts, parties, outings and more of his theories about the country and politics and literature, TOGETHER. He called me a snob I called him a show off but underneath there was immense love and respect. I would always refrain him and myself from going a step further. We never accepted certain facts. I played the bitch because I knew I could never tell my parents about him and actually could not tell them even when they proposed and fixed my marriage to a software engineer who would make me happy 'forever'. Yes he would keep me happy and provide all the luxuries that I wanted, I thought. Love is certainly not enough to sustain.

'Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage

Without her you would never have set out on the road

She has nothing more to give you'

On the last day of college while Ankur was reciting his favorite 'Ithaca' to me, under the same old 'Polash' tree I took his hand and said "I am getting married in two months".

He just looked very deep into my eyes and did not say a word. Those eyes have haunted me since then. I am a slave of the pills to give me peace on sleepless nights. Yes, I have been a selfish, spine less woman. A scar on the face of love and humanity but...

"Hon, our son is brilliant. You have taught him a wonderful poem. He will surely win."- Sudhir said that and planted a kiss on my forehead. Ayush looked perfect and smart on stage as he continued with a charming smile.

'And If you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you,

Wise as you have become with so much experience,

You must have already understood what Ithaca means.'

Applause filled in the school auditorium.

2years since fate got sealed