Just when I am supposed to work on the compiler, the urge to blog overwhelms me. Escapism is a widely prevalent vice. During exam-time in Kharagpur, we wing-mates had a tendency to elaborately plan a trip for the vacations to follow. Everyone knew that there won’t be any trip, but no-one acknowledged it as long as the planning kept our minds off the exams. To make the planning more credible, we would get down to the minutest logistical details like where would we stay and of course also cover the basic necessities. One such fictitious trip to the nearby Digha beach was postponed because one guy pointed out that there would be a high tide; so we instead planned for Darjeeling.
However, we did manage to have an extremely successful trip to Gangtok after the MTech exams. In a similar spirit, I did go for a jog one particular morning in the fourth semester; unfortunately no one saw that and now I myself doubt whether that was a dream, an illusion created in subconscious as a response to unfulfilled yearnings.
There are many such memories but let me tell one that today made me jot down this blog post even though I am dead tired now. It concerns a friend of mine from Kharagpur Bornik whose “Cold” mail I recieved today.
Our wing of 12 guys had a open door policy; anyone would walk-in. One fine evening a sincere branch-mate walked into our room and tells us that next day there is a class-test on MicroProcessors. He also informed that last year the professor had given 20 questions from the GATE exam and hence deduced that he should be studying the GATE paper. Most of us decided to get back to our books except for two, Provanjan and Debashish.
These two sat down into a serious discussion and finally inferred that it would be an objective type question paper and hence deduced that they should create a cheat-sheet. They wrote 1-20 on a sheet of paper and idea was to keep exchanging that sheet in exam hall with correct answers written on it. Satisfied with their preparations they went off to sleep leaving us with our books.
Next day those two wore shirts which had front pockets. Two guys wearing formal shirts riding double-seat on a cycle is a rare scene in KGP, they were men with a plan and least bothered about the general expectations in accordance with non-existent fashion trends of the campus. Debashish kept the neatly folded sheet in his pocket. Both entered the classroom and sat down. I was sitting just behind Debashish and besides me a bright chap Bornik.
Professor distributed the question papers and we all started. And yes it was the same, 20 questions and all multiple choice ones but I found I knew just two. Suddenly Debashish, who was sitting in front of me passed me the paper with 1-20 written and asked me to fill the choices. I told him slowly that I know just two so can’t help now and put the paper into my shirt pocket. Debashish now asked me to pass the paper to Bornik.
I was too nervous by now. I looked at Provanjan but he gave me signal saying not to worry. I took it they must have fixed up things with Bornik. I looked at Bornik. And I saw Bornik’s left palm resting on his desk slightly open. I was now convinced he was in the loop with them.
I took the paper out of my pocket and squeezed it into Bornik’s hand. And then I got down to solve my own paper. The bell rang and prof collected the answers. By now Provanjan and Debashish came to me and asked why didn;t I pass them the answers. I told them that I passed it to Bornik and maybe he didn’t have the courage to pass it along to them and so kept the sheet back.
Meanwhile, Bornik stood up and took two steps to my desk.
He thumped his palm loudly on my desk.
When he lifted his palm, I saw a ten rupee note there.
He walked off in anger.
I was baffled for a second. Then it dawned.
I checked my front pocket. In it, lay the sheet which was supposed to sail the duo through.
PS : Bornik, to this day, thinks that I tried to bribe him. He would never talk to me for the unintentional humiliation caused. Provanjan I think now the time has come for you to clear out with him yaar.