Here we are again.......Well,if i continue lookin back at those four years,it is a wonder how could I ever forgetthe most colourful shrine of the entire college life-minus the academic woods-our beloved mess and canteen!!!
The day begins in expletives of the numerous gladiators set out for the day's battle......beholdas they queue up to gather the fuel for their toil.........few loafs that proudly remembers its hey days look down upon them with satisfied diffidence as they wait to bear down upon the labyrinthinebowels of the fighters......or stacks of 'parathas'...hot and straight from the recycled rubber factory that so proudly bears the name of the 'kitchen'.......indeed a beautiful start of the day............
The days trudges by with the meticulouslness of an ant upon a trail.....and the boys look forward for what gentlemen named Wren and Martin had called 'lunch',and the protagonists wait by the holy altar fortheir manna to be served........in this case a mystic concotion of potatoes and potatoes and potatoes!!!!!Ofcourse not to forget those wonderful reminiscence of what is called the 'batora'.....peeping for deliverence from monumental baskets as the boys fight to grab a piece of it...for they just cannot wait tobe a part of the same deliverance.......for Darwin's survival of the fittest is certainly not limited within rhetorics of the textbooks....the mess teaches them endurance and the fact that everything cannot be bought.
My dear friends.....if lunch is the tip....then the entire awe of the iceberg lies at the dinner......but first let us focus upon a more subtle and curious aspect associated with the mess.There exist two categories of crowd in dinnertime mess......one the fallen,not so fortunate throngs who have not been smitten by Cupid....as an annexure you can also add those who think they are smitten and would move mountains to prove that....they are the early birds......the second and more colourful fortunate crowd arrive much later after they have scaled the hills with their 'better halfs'But hey,dont even dream of thinkin that the early bird catches the worm.....for once the proverb is wrong....for the bestpart of the mess is the sovereignity and equality associated with it......the boys could literally see the pain,the plightand the suffering the poor bird had to undergo as they glance down upon the pieces of chicken with great reverence......and theso-called 'paneer'....the attire of vegetarianism actually shares the same womb(gravy) with the chicken....what a wonderful exampleof 'peaceful co-existence'!!!!!!Indeed it is a wonder how smallest of things can reflect greater dictions of life!!
Now if we concentrate upon the more rosier sections of epicural ecstacy we enter the canteen.........a wonderous haven where nopain can enter......a haunt of eternal lovers......where one can burn down a lonely soul who have been blasphemous enough notto be smitten by the wonder arrow...and phoenix from the ashes bites the tongue and waits forever as the vendors serves the curvaceous figurines with coquettish smiles .....indeed a shrine among the drudgeries of life!!!
So my friends.........after being part of the luxury that i hereby tried to illustrate by my rhetoric.....a luxurywhich surely incites the thoughts of your happy homeland.....I must ask your leave ...or maybe grant you respite from this prolongedmonologue.....and just hope that before you pay...pray be sure you enjoy the luxury and service as good as I and the fortunate few received!!
The day begins in expletives of the numerous gladiators set out for the day's battle......beholdas they queue up to gather the fuel for their toil.........few loafs that proudly remembers its hey days look down upon them with satisfied diffidence as they wait to bear down upon the labyrinthinebowels of the fighters......or stacks of 'parathas'...hot and straight from the recycled rubber factory that so proudly bears the name of the 'kitchen'.......indeed a beautiful start of the day............
The days trudges by with the meticulouslness of an ant upon a trail.....and the boys look forward for what gentlemen named Wren and Martin had called 'lunch',and the protagonists wait by the holy altar fortheir manna to be served........in this case a mystic concotion of potatoes and potatoes and potatoes!!!!!Ofcourse not to forget those wonderful reminiscence of what is called the 'batora'.....peeping for deliverence from monumental baskets as the boys fight to grab a piece of it...for they just cannot wait tobe a part of the same deliverance.......for Darwin's survival of the fittest is certainly not limited within rhetorics of the textbooks....the mess teaches them endurance and the fact that everything cannot be bought.
My dear friends.....if lunch is the tip....then the entire awe of the iceberg lies at the dinner......but first let us focus upon a more subtle and curious aspect associated with the mess.There exist two categories of crowd in dinnertime mess......one the fallen,not so fortunate throngs who have not been smitten by Cupid....as an annexure you can also add those who think they are smitten and would move mountains to prove that....they are the early birds......the second and more colourful fortunate crowd arrive much later after they have scaled the hills with their 'better halfs'But hey,dont even dream of thinkin that the early bird catches the worm.....for once the proverb is wrong....for the bestpart of the mess is the sovereignity and equality associated with it......the boys could literally see the pain,the plightand the suffering the poor bird had to undergo as they glance down upon the pieces of chicken with great reverence......and theso-called 'paneer'....the attire of vegetarianism actually shares the same womb(gravy) with the chicken....what a wonderful exampleof 'peaceful co-existence'!!!!!!Indeed it is a wonder how smallest of things can reflect greater dictions of life!!
Now if we concentrate upon the more rosier sections of epicural ecstacy we enter the canteen.........a wonderous haven where nopain can enter......a haunt of eternal lovers......where one can burn down a lonely soul who have been blasphemous enough notto be smitten by the wonder arrow...and phoenix from the ashes bites the tongue and waits forever as the vendors serves the curvaceous figurines with coquettish smiles .....indeed a shrine among the drudgeries of life!!!
So my friends.........after being part of the luxury that i hereby tried to illustrate by my rhetoric.....a luxurywhich surely incites the thoughts of your happy homeland.....I must ask your leave ...or maybe grant you respite from this prolongedmonologue.....and just hope that before you pay...pray be sure you enjoy the luxury and service as good as I and the fortunate few received!!
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ratan'da'ke ei blog'ta poraash...khushi hobe....
ratan saala still calls me!!!
and "acid batora" get your facts rite man...and well it was and always will be the best and worst years of our lives.....it taught us a lot...and well we are obliged to remember and cherish!
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