Coming 4 Lunch

After being harassed by our lecturers in the classroom there was another unbearabale round of punishment, our lunch. Believe me one who had ever tasted the foods at ILP will never dislike even the gambafuka meal in an african safari. The honour for this goes to our chettas, who had left no stones unturned to prevent us from eating habits. Perhaps becoz of TCS's secret policy of making its associates adapted to monthend hunger crisis due to lack of salary. The picture depicts the evidence of effortbeing put by chettas in searching for new means of creating unedible food.

Lunch hours! Generally the time to enjoy, relax and gossip. But for us it was the time to be bored, make faces and curse our fate that what the hell are we doing here! Nonetheless to survive we had to eat. While some people did not had much trouble with the south indian dishes, for somebody like me it was a complete nightmare. Whereas people like Monika for whom eating was just a formality, it did not affect much. The end of our stay gave us some respite from south-indian Dosas, Idlis, Pohas and Uttapams as the hostels were totally vacant except for we, the T-01 batch. Here we were served foods of our choice in the absence of the crowd.

We seldom used to have our food together. But the picture here is that of our last lunch at our canteen. Not that all was wrong with the foods there. The hygeinic foods of ILP made Sabu, Dada and Anshu to regain the shape.

Jokes apart our sweet chettas deserve a thank for making us experience a new taste of life.

GOD BLESS CHETTAS.

First Sights

It was 3'o clock at night when we reached our hostels. We were tardy enough to have any interest in the our fellows or place itself. Loaded with huge expectations and hope about the day ahead when we would take our first strides towards our career path. The morning itself was not very pleasant. When we entered the Trivandrum ILP Centre we had no idea what training/recreation we were supposed to undergo here over the next 22 days. Being late on the very first day of training, resulted seven of us landing out of the introductory session. Perhaps the first taste of the things to follow in days ahead!

Next we got our first hand experiences to meet our fellows who were about to become an inseparable part of our memory. Frankly speaking I could never have imagined that over the next few days these guys will become such an important part of my life.

Before sharing the unfolding of events in days ahead a light on some remarkable human beings we came across.

First of all Jay Sir, our Batch Co-ordinator nicely built, handsome, dashing, an all conquering smile, cool as cucumber, motivating (I will add some more adjectives here after taking inputs from girls of our batch). We had disagreements over some points, but I must say Jay Sir left an impact on the minds of all.

Neethi Sir, very sweet, intellect visible on the face, suppotive enough in allowing us to complete our daily quota of sleeping hours in the classes. The funny stories and speeches of Supratik sir, the care and help of Mary Ma'am, the discipline of Col. Sir all of this was all about to be an inseparable part of our memory.

Bunty Aur Bubbly

Whenever I remember that journey from Kolkata to Trivandrum, I cherish some wonderful memories. Specially Bunty and Bubbly.

We all were embarking on to first steps towards our professional careers. Initially four of us (Me, Jimmy, Sree and Monika) were scheduled to leave together on 30th of April by some 9PM train. Later we came to know Vinni was also ther on the same train. Out of four, three had booked their unconfirmed tickets together while Sreenath had confirmed reservations. Coming to the station we were taken by surpise that my ticket was confirmed whereas the other two were not. Somehow we decided to manage together as we had to report at Trivandrum on 3rd of May. Believe me the condition on AC Coach was no better than a second class one. Since we were not the only ones travelling in that coach without confirmed tickets.

In this memorable journey of our life we came across a foreign couple; Bunty and Bubbly, a complete mismatch. Now imagine Bunty, 6 ft tall, dark, well built, almost like a african athlete. Whereas Bubbly, was a white lady, much shorter in height, fair and very thin. Some of their incidents made us laugh throughout the entire journey. For example; Bunty was so caring about Bubbly that he used to do every thing for her. From bringing food and water to making her sleep, from carrying all luggage to even masaging her (that too in train haan). But as usual the got the treatment that normally you would (infact should) expect by serving a girl so honestly. Guess what BUBBLY slapped BUNTY. Wow this was such an memorable incidence. I am sure Jimmy, Sree and Monika would have some memories to share with all about them.

I still cherish those memories writing this post. We faced a lot of trouble on the way. But still what I remember is these wonderful moments spent together some wonderful friends not the bitter experiences or troubles we faced. Infact these were the things that made us forget our worries and initiated bonding.