Eclectika:Reinventing Change

Since the day Eclectika 07 ended,the thought process for the next Eclectika began.Its been 403 days since then and i can't remember a single day where the thought of doing something new and innovative didn't come across me.Each day brought along with it a new thought,a new idea and a new challenge and the same evening reminded me of the distance that lied between our goal and me.However,even the distance didn't deter my determination to come up with a new idea(Now that's something that amazes me)every single sunrise.

Today i stand at a threshold where Eclectika 09 lies within our reach.Around 70 days separates's me and my destiny.The thought that another 10 days and i would be working full-fledged for something that has not let me rest for the last 400 days rejuvenates me.The constant enquiries by my fellow friends and the faculty only adds fuel to the spark inching towards a full fledged flame.Moreover,the agony of waiting for so long to arrive at this crossroad

However excited i may seem to start working for this event,the fact that the path is trodden with a lot of problems cautions me of our moving so fast.The fact that the CC is equipped with a much stronger and better team not only increases our confidence,but also provides us with a backup team in case of any emergency.So does the inquisitiveness of the 2nd years and their constant urge to contribute towards the project.We have gone around publicizing the event (though at the college level) and the responce gathered has been off the charts.Though inactive physically at present because of exams and practicals ,the discussion and the thought process has been nearly completed.All that lies is the full fledged diving into the project after talking to the CC and gathering their support (provided they are all contended).

Hoping that the D-Day(for start of preparation) does not keep us waiting for so long.Also hope that we would be able to come up with a successful event.If so, it will be another sturdy step to making a tradition.If not, we'll have to wait for another year to gain some leverage in trying to make it a tradition.But , as the proponents of the clause "For people who find a way, or make one" we move forward with an optimistic foot.

NEED HELP ! CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

People says some become friends after knowing each other for a long time,some become great ones after a few meetings,some need only 1 interaction to be best friends.But there are some people who are just born to be friends,friends made by destiny.That was exactly how i felt when i saw this guy,my 2nd room partner and one who at a point of time was the sole reason for my happiness.Smiling and dressed in a checked shirt and blue denims the first time i saw him,he was someone who gave even strangers the feeling of security and oneness.

The best part about this guy was that he truly believed in the motto "ONTO DEATH" in friendship.Once friends with him,even a slight remark against you would bring him on the attack.I remember the time when we had just gotten to know each other,a good friend of his said something about me.He literally fought back till she came down to apologize. Even after that i remember him not speaking to her for around a month.That was the kind of rapport he shared with his friends.

He was popularly known as "WORLD BANK" for his generosity.There have been umpteen occasions when on the first call,he was ready to lend money.Even half of the parties we had were under his banner on reasons like "i bought a new shirt","a girl said hi to me","i have a crush on that girl".When it came to cash he was undoubtedly the KING.He also listened to everyone's problems with the utmost concentration and tried helping them out in what-so-ever manner he could. To him friends were bigger than family.

Though a little weak in studies,he made up for it in other extra-curricular activities.Yeah,he was a little stupid when it came down to girls and something did things that turned them against him,but at this age who is not?One thing by which you could identify him was his illness.Everyday he was down with a new pseudo-ailment ranging from a minor cough to lung cancer.He even fought with a doctor for a retest when a medical test declared that he was all fit simply because he was not feeling normal.

But change is the one thing that cannot be stopped.If there was one thing i would have liked for to continue,it would have been his friendship.Looks like even god is not immune to jealousy.Differences developed between us over some reasons,reasons i still haven't deciphered but am sure i am the cause for. I've tried my best to make sure that we retained our friendship by avoiding talking about the point of differences but they just don't seem to die.It's been well over a year that we haven't been on proper talking terms and despite my best efforts to bring them down,i only succeed in troubling the poor guy.Now i have a feeling,a very strong one that every time he sees me,he gets frustrated.His every statement.unknown to him, hurts me.

I am completely drained,out of ideas and irritated by the fact that even after accomplishing so many things,i am not able to renew a mere friendship.All i want is that he smiles because of me,gives me the same amount of love and affection that i was the recipient of a year back.

Is it too much to ask for,too great to be shifted from being written on a paper to bringing it to reality.Maybe it is,maybe i have complicated things so very much that its impossible to untangle them.But somewhere deep down inside,it hurts to face reality.Maybe someday I'll be the recipient of that smile once again,that love and care but the only dread is that SOMEDAY doesn't take a lifetime

FRIENDSHIP FABLE

It was golden jubilee celebration in college
Everyone was happy,gay,filled with proxy knowledge
There were a lot of events , some honey, some funny
Some for asses like me who liked to make the crowd go funny

As i nervously awaited my turn
I looked around to see people staring as if i would burn
Guess the judges saw my attention turn
Cause without a moment's hesitation i was paired with a pretty little purn

Down i looked at this girl in white
The one who was fondly known "THE CROAKING DELIGHT"
Guess she was not used to the wide eyesight
Cause she looked back with all her little might

She glared and stared
with a grin that blared
Think you can beat me
come show me your dare

Short as cinnamon spice
But plump as ice
Having beady bean eyes
she attentioned everyone's pleas and cries

And then we started
with the barking and bites
Till the audience roared and clapped
yelling and going mad with delight

As i stared at her wonder struck
she gave me a winking eye
I guess that explained perfectly why
I could not count her off as a fly

There ended the first bleat
the how dare,I don't care charge sheet
The yanking,tugging pushing as for an athletic meet
Till we slapped each other swearing never to meet

But it renaissanced a journey
to show us today
And experience the pain and pleasure
that friendship offers along the way

Time has passed since then
to bind the nemesis as they part never again
To show the world which says HOW,WHY,WHEN
But most importantly,stand with each other in need,pain and gain

I sometimes look back in time to see
the godfather that stood before me
With those winking eyes and sprouting mushroom tree
that shake of hand which said "HEY,WHY NOT ME"

There will be someday,nature will talk to me
to ask me about the gift it gave,the she
to note every task that brought her closer to me
and inquire why she is so special to me

That day will be the day when
I'll dress up like a tree hen
To answer why our relationship is so asten
Compared to others whose is weaker than stick and pen

I'll probably bray,stray,mumble,stumble
Till people get tired and throw rubber dumble
I'll spend the entire day beaming at my created royal rumble
But at the end,come down to you with wet eyes just to say
"LIKE YOU LOADS,MY PIM POM BUMBLE"

The Last GODFATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night at 00:45 a.m. i saw a person standing at the entrance/exit gate of a train's compartment waving wildly at us wishing us all the best and shouting goodbye as the train started to gather speed.I saw tears forming at the back of his eyes.We ran to the corner of the station waving wildly till the train sped out of sight.As we turned back to leave the place i felt a drop of water on my hand.As i brought my hand back to brush my hair i felt my eyes all wet.i did'nt believe it.I,who had never shed a tear as long as i can remember,crying????I stopped and felt again.It was indeed tears rolling out of my eyes.I quickly wiped it off before anyone saw me.I had an image to live upto,after all.We came out of the station and sat down for a coffee.I could'nt help but get carried away by all the memories flooding me.

I heard the name RAVI MOHAN AGRAWAL being mentioned for the first time last September when the cultural committee was being formed.I did'nt care much as i did'nt know him.I saw him a few days later-a short guy wearing a cream shirt and a black pant with a decent haircut and probably the loudest voice in the whole world(atleast the loudest i had heard).I very first thing i noticed about him was that smile that spread across his lips the moment he saw us,his juniors.He came down to each one of us,introduced himself and enquired about us.He asked us to tell us about ourselves and listened very patiently as we blabbered away boasting of our achievements(heightened by many).Then after some work related talk,the meeting ended.I still remember that smile as if it was just yesterday.

In the 10 months that we spend with him,there is not 1 moment i recollect that i did'nt enjoy 100% percent.Be it his talks about his school life,his college life,the experiences that he shared with his friends,his road trips or anything that he ever talked about,he succedded in encaptivating us every single time.His favourite dialogue everytime 1 tried pulling his leg was "bachhe,tum jis school main padh rahe ho,hum us school ke principal reh chuke hain ".Among his group of friends,he was the butt of all jokes.He never complained and on many occasions gave them reasons(on purpose)to laugh at him.A total joker he was,a lovable adorable one.


The best quality among the ocean of his good qualities was that he never,even for an instant,considered himself superior in any manner.He listened to all our advices and spoke to us as if we were friends since nappy times.The trust and confidence he had in us sometimes scared us that we would be the reason he would get into trouble.He whole heartedly supported us in whatever we did.His confidence and determination in us was the reason that stopped us from falling apart on a number of occasions.Evertime we did something,we had the mental satisfaction of him being around us,the feeling that propelled us to do things beyond our physical capabilities.

What made him a favorite was the love and devotion he showered among all of us.He stood by us in times of need,guiding us.There was small little things that he did and those made us feel special.The encouraging messages while we were sad,the supporting ones in times of happiness,the occasional gifts and parties were among a few of them.Everytime we went out,he made it a point to drop us all back like a parent would do.He made his presence felt by his constant calling,messaging.He handled our mood swings with the utmost care.He never allowed me to miss my parents.

He was ever ready to help us.A few days back,while coming back from dinner one of my friends met with an accident.Since it was the first time we saw a pool of blood we were all shit scared.And since we were non localites,we did'nt know any hospitals.It was 11:40 pm when i called him.He immediately asked us not to panic and take my friend to a hospital.He reached the hospital before us and completed all formalities.He was with us all throught the night consoling us and assuring us that my friend would be all right.I can never thank him,amitesh sir,gautam sir for the support that we got that night.

One should have seen how happy he was when he was selected in LAFARGE cement during campus recruitment.I am really glad that we were a part of his happiness cause if was one moment that we could have shared his happiness,it was then.Time flew and he was also selected in NMDC.

Soon thereafter,college ended.Before we knew it,it was departure time.Slowly,one by one,all the seniors that we knew started leaving to join their respective companies.Those were the most painful moments we ever came across and still have their scars left on all of us.It is the worst feeling one can ever experience,the feeling of being left alone in the world with no one by your side.The faces we were so used to were no longer around us and the thought that we would no longer see them led to sleepless nights.The ones who were yet to go constantly tried lifting our spirits but it was nothing compared to the moods we had while the entire gang was present.The feeling that they would be leaving soon kept eating at us and we felt helpless to do anything.

Yesterday fate struck the final blow.The last of the legends also left and alongwith him took away the feeling of protection that had been around us for almost a year now,the feeling that had been the backbone of our confidence.It's been 25 hours since then and not 1 instant has gone by where we have not tried consoling ourself and telling ourselves that we will be seeing them soon.The memories of the last one year that have been deluging us is nothing in comparison to the cold and eerie feeling that has developed since then.

Tomorrow will be a battle of nerves as we step into college for the first time without our ideals around.The college canteen,the login room,the first floor water cooler,the examination cell and the memories associated with them will be the only lifelines that we have to solace and shield ourselves from the empty feeling till we are all there again,1 more time sitting,cracking jokes,trying to pull each others legs and laughing our hearts out.Moreover we have a mission to accomplish,a mission that our seniors started,a mission that that chose us to carry forward,that is to make sure that we give our juniors the same kind of love,care and affection that they showered upon us,the very feeling that gave them special places in our heart,made them immortal(atleast for us) and eched them as a brick in the wall of memories,the same wall that has been building up for the last 50 years.