Thursday, May 24, 2012

Best Student Award


Best Student Award


Yeh kahani ek B.Tech ladki ki hai. Kaise wo apni college ke dino shararat karti reheti thi, wo share karne ke liye men ek choti si kosish ki hoon ushki jabani.

Shaam ka time tha har roz ki tarah men meri senior ke sath chai pine kali da ke chai ki dukan gayi thi. Kali da sabse ache chai banate hain IITKGP men. Shaam hote hi hum log nikal padte hain hamare lab se. Subhe se shaam tak chemicals, bacteria, peptites, samples, plants, se ghare rehete the. Ish liye hame moka chaiye ush central AC ki lab se nikal ne ko. bahr garmi hoti hai aur andar South polar ki sahrdi. Lab men itna tez se AC ka hawa chalta hai ki, lab ke andar coat pehena padta hai. Aur guide ki bak bak sun sun ke bore hojate hain sham tak. men toh heran ho jati thi ki wo management ki didi apni guide ka itna tareef kaise karsakte hain. Hum log toh paresan hojate hain apne guide se. kabhi kabhi jealous feel hota hai unke guide ke bareme sunke. Baki bahar nikal ke chai ke naam pe achaa time pass ho jata hai. Aaj din bhar kya kiye, konsi ladka ya ladki aaaj hamare seniour ko pasand aye, aaj guide ke sath kya khichai kiye, konsi ladki aaj kya style karke ayi, koi naya junior- sab baat chit chalta hai.  Mano round table conferences lag jata tha sham ke time. Han har time ek jaga nehi jate the, adde ke liye kafi jaga hai IITKGP men khane ke bahane. Pata nahi kab ek do ganta bit jata hai. Han lab men experiment chalake ate the toh jada time baat nehi toh bash chai.

Ush shaam ki baat hai. “Kali da do special chai ek green chai aur masala mudi dijiye toh. Han chai banne tak wo biscuits de dijiye” men boli. Hum log pehele apne conference jane ki plan kar rahe the , aur fir senior ki shaadi ki baat. Conference men kitna kharca hoga, fundings pane ke liye kasie lab men sab milke paper publish karne ki kosihish, kaise group men bethke editing karte hain lab men, agar copuples hoke jayenge apne life partner le sath toh kitna extra paisa dena padega, tickets kahan se book karenge, VISA ke liye kab apply karenge, guide kasie mere funding ke liye koisish kar rahe. Sab baat chit chala adhe gante tak. Fir chai agaya , baat chiz ka silsila chalet raha hai. Dada special chai ke eilaba green tea bhi tha,thoda jadi dijiye” yeh bolke Fir senior ki shaadi  ki discussion kiye. Kaise hum log jayenge, guide se bolke jayenge ya ese hi chale jayenge, ticket kon sa train pe karenge, kon si colour ki saree pehenege , haldi kitna lagayenge dulhan ko, mithai kitne khayenge. Chai thoda late aaraha tha, toh koi masale dar topic chiye tha gape ladane ke liye, masaledar mudi ki tarah. Snacks ke time chatapati khane ke sath chatpati baate bhi hote hain. Mene suru kiya apni raam katha, mere Btech ki kahani, jab mere senior bole ke men kitni sincere hoon.

Didi bahot jada hi sincere thi men.Muhje best student ki award mila tha. Do senior didi jo sath men the khus hogaye sunke aur bole hame pata hai tum bahot sincere ho. Men  chai ki pyali mun men deke thoda muskurai. Didi sakal men maat jayiye. Dusre di jo enginnering background ke nehi the, unse boli, hum Btech bale bade hi shaitan hote hain. Char saal khatam ho jata hai, par hum sughar te nahi. Han B.Tech ki degree ke sath, shaitan ki dree bhi leke jate hain. Koi panga nehi lete hain, kyun ke uski pungi baja dete the. Abhi kahan se suru karoon pata nahi. Kyun ke college ke suru ke din se esa ragging hota hai, ke hum hogon ki chamdi hypopotamus ki tarah ho jata hai, aur koi bhi baat hame fir tafleef nehi deta hai. Bash takat aajata hai, confidence aajata hai by God. Han first day men pura saant susil hoke jate hain. Par yeh senior logon ki nazaar se kahan baach pate hain. Bada hi tez nazar hota hai unka. Pura eagle eye ki tarah. Chun chunke pakadte hain aur gin gin ke haal behal karte hain. Han yeh bhi sach hai ki wahi senior fir ache dost ban jate hain.

Abhi kon sa kisa batayen aapko. bitotechnolgy ki jaanta ko koi ragging nehi kar pate the. pehela din bhi achha gaya tha. Hum logon ka class first year men fashion technology ke sath hoti thi aur 2nd year men civil students ke sath. Ek baar ek ladki hamari ek saheli fashion technolgy ke sath bahot hi batameez takie se ragging kiye. Men kahan chup reheti, jake complain kardiya principal se. Seniour log heran paresan ki ..ek toh juniour upar se ladki hamare naam pe complain. Seniour logon ko gusssa agaya. Abhi unko kahan pata tha ki men unse bhi jada dheet hoon.Agar kahin kuch galat hota hai men kisiko chodti nahi hoon. jab dhamkane lage higher authorities ko complain kiya.Situation samaj ke pata kiye men sahi hoon, seniour ko action lene bale the, wo seniour toh course chodne ki sochke par baad men sudhar gaye aur apna course khatam karke chale gaye.

Class men ek naye professor aye the. Na unko thik se subject ki gyan thi , na thik se pronounciation kar pate the. Bade hi bore lagta tha. jan bujke question pe question, question pe question puchte jate the. Wo bhi sochte rehete the kya answer hoga. bade hi kabil sohcte the hame. Group bunk karte the kabhi kabhi aur last semetser ke internal men toh group men exam bhi nehi diye. Koi prof ki tarif , koi madm ko letter,koi gali likh ke aye the. han pehelse do exam de diye the internals ushe mark mil gaya tha. 

Han  agar koi proffesor sahi men kuch thik se padhate the, hum unko respect karte the. aapne toh suna hoga wo satyamev jayate ka second episode men kya bola tha " Do not respect elders, respect their behaviour". wahi principle hum mante the. Sahi logon ke sath sahi, galat logon ke sath galat. Men class representative thi, toh sari responsibility meri. Class representative bhaya bada kathin kaam hai. profesor aur student donno se gali sunna padta hai. Students bolenge class nehi karna, aur profesors bolenge extra class karna hai. jo bhi ho life ko kabhi seriouly nehi liya. 

Kisiko pata chalega ki men itna badmas hoke bhi BEST STUDENT AWARD li thi. 




.....to be continued
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Yeh dost tu kyun hain khafa



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Yeh dost tu kyun hain khafa
Muhjse hui jane kya khata
Galat maat soch meri baton ka
Yeh tha bahana tuhje apnane ka
Tu kyun ata hai duniya ki baton men
Tu kyun rutha hai muhjse man man men
Men toh fiza hoon bahar hoon tere asman men
Tu bash kho ja mere khayal lon men
Tu betha hoga ke aaun manane
Par manana nehi ata hame
Barso se jo kaam kiya tune
Abtak wo sikah nehi mene
Ruthe toh hum rehete the
Pata nehi tum kitna gaam sehete the
Hasane kie liye hame tumkiya karte the so bahane
Hum toh bash chup chap suna karte the pyar ke tarane

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N. M. Leepsa is a young writer, teacher researcher, painter. She was born in 1985 in Bhubaneswar, India’s eastern state of Odisha. Her parents Nabaghan Jena(Father ) and Madhabika Jena(Mother) raised her with utmost care to give her higher education and support her achieve whatever academic credentials. She did her schooling at the Children’s Centre of Integral Education, Bhubaneswar, Odisha. She attended Ramadevi Women’s College (B.Com), Utkal University (M.Com);Ravenshaw University (M.Phil) for her college studies. After this, she was inspired to pursue her PhD from Vinod Gupta School of Management, Indian Institute of Technology Kharagpur. Completing her studies, she joined as faculty of finance in LMT School of Management, Thapar University, Patiala, Punjab and then worked at School of Management, National Institute of Technology, Rourkela, Odisha. She is currently pursuing her professional courses at Grand Canyon University, USA. She can be reached at • Email: leepsa.writer@gmail.com, • Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Leepsa.writer • Blog: http://nmleepsa.blogspot.com/.

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