Well the title probably hints towards another ‘The Grapes
are Sour’-ish writeup. Well yes, it is. Ever since my WBJEE results came out, I
have been sulking over my 42369 and the god forbidden college at one corner of
the world. I sometimes have also regretted not going to Bhilai for B-Tech.
A midst all these, I am getting the taste of
the sour grapes during the training and meeting the high figh people and
suddenly, the not so good college with not so good placement has started to
seem like the place I exactly belong to. The advantages as I was saying, of not having
the sour grapes are:
1. Everyone
around is as stupid. You can easily come up with the stupidest question and no
one questions your intellect. No one gives you second look when you can’t
understand how [] differs from (). Freedom!
2. No one brags
about themselves. Yes there is this direct and direct music niye barabari at my
college where everyone plays the guitar and everyone is a metal head but people
would rather die than boast about their coding capabilities or studies. You get
to poke Subhayan at the eleventh hour and ask “Armstrong number ta ki” and have
Abhro and Sujoy to text you the codes and programs during practicals. Dhinchak!
3. You get to
be the ‘andho mein kaana raja’ at times. And with everyone around more
interested in football scores and latest discount in restaurants, nobody gives
a heck about knowing the names of the subjects before study leave. This in
turns brings in the satisfaction of ‘morle morbe but ekshathe morbo’. Bliss!
4. You get to
freelance! I specifically thank Bilu and Mou for this. This induces a very busy
schedule where you spend nights writing and not coding. You also get to be mean
and fight for money from bossdada. Fun!
5. Everyone
around is in love. You get prem korar treats every now and then. You also get
the license of lifelong leg pulling and nobody would mind unlike the good
students of good college who comes up with the meanest things to say. Ass!
6. No one is
proud of themselves. There is no race to reach there first. There is a strange
togetherness in joblessness. Everyone shares the same sorrow of
underperformance so no one detests
anyone or is jealous of each other. Everyone around is equally terrible and you
won’t understand how comforting it is unless you experience it. Yo baebeh!
7. You get to
be a college student. Yes the school like rules to enter at 9:45 sharp is there
but the wall and everyday implemented, updated and modified tricks of entering
and leaving college keeps the adventure going. The ‘good’ students and ‘good’
colleges are making me sick with the punctualities and continuous staring at
the devil who teaches us at training. They remind me of the XI and XII
chemistry class and tuitions where I would stare at the watch every 5minutes
and not understand a word. Terror!
8. No one stays
back once the class ends. But the other half of population going to bhalo college would question the
teacher even after the bell rings and class ends. And the intellectual and intelligent
questions will make you feel THIS small. Ke re bhai!
9. Easy access
to movies, music, games and gadgets. Nobody cares about the attributes of PHP
or JavaScript. Yes there are a few like
Abhishek Shah, Sujal and Subhayan who eat drink and breathe computer but they
are the people who help and motivate you with ‘read this’ and ‘look C is easy,
it’s a dumb language’. They will never and I mean NEVER depress you with their
knowledge. Thank You!
10. You get to be the retarded person you are and even then, you get
sooper people around like Sidd and Pocha and Abhro and Sujoy and Subhayan and Neel and
Ayantika and Hirak and Mou and Bilu and Raja and Mou and Dola and Sayan and Ankan and Deepanjan (Sorry if I missed a few names) and
rediscover Satabdi and Sir and Lol and Swarnava . And many many amazing people
which includes classmates and teachers and common friends Love!
And thank you for reading this nonsense for so long!
I really wonder what had I done if I by chance I had been in
the good colleges with good students. God has been kind enough to spare me the
horror of continuous four years of depression of being amongst people who know
it all. One month is more than enough to get a hint of it. Jo hota hain ache k
liye hi hota hain.
The grapes are very sour
