This is duly owed to a certain Balachandra Suri, who kept prompting me, so better bash him rather than me.
Saw this coming a long time ago, but am feeling the magnanimity of these moments now, four glorious years coming to an end, watching our batch mates gear up for that final assault, the final endsems of our time. The four year term which we we hated, we loved, we abused, we cherished, we laughed, we cried, we poured our heart out at last has approached. KGP has indeed made men out of us boys.
Amidst the thick of this term lies a place with more sanctity than IIT itself, the place where things happened, the place which played a tremendous part in our fortunes (atleast for me), our abode where we thrived and the place which brought and united a multitude of cultures so diverse. Yes all paths lead to HJB hall at the end, the god forsaken and the most unwanted place on the campus for many, but blood and religion for us the untouchables ( as I would name us).
Second year B.tech, led into a hall with Mtechs, a vegetarian mess and no seniors absolutely to 'teach' us 'life'. Hallmarked and looked down upon by the same friends who once used to march with us. This was the starting of our culture which to the disbelief and utter disapproval of our decision as we had taken a step so outrageous that shook the very philosophy of the Btech community.
It was a great evolutionary period as we set upon to build that so called famous tempo (read as hooliganism) in our hall. Participated in almost every interhall in the autumn semester with all possible gusto. Tried all things that defined second year life in other halls. Tried to understand the philosophy behind all those things which made life in other halls so 'interesting'. But we lost and emerged the wiser. The year saw us bag gold in Product design, a team of ignorant 2nd years with some fabulous support from 'Matkas' which made the presentation at the eleventh hour. As usual 'They' couldnt tolerate it. Accusations of plagiarism followed instead of a thump on the back and a 'Job well done' compliment. Yet we carried on participating in Illumination and Rangoli ( This was a stalwart effort of 5 people over a 48 hour period, masqueraded by apprehension and utter inexperience, but we created something(quite authentic and different from those stupid montonic themes solely meant for bagging a price) which was screened on the local channel news and appreciated by the local folk. hardly did those gymkhana morons care.)
Next semester watched us being trounced in cricket, winning badminton and tennis laurels and watching our hold on tech GC get slimmer with every competition ( we were second in the tech GC before the spring semester started).
The year ended and we emerged yet wiser. Understood the Futility of it all. Thus was born the brand HJB , with a no care attitude. A mixed hall culture ensued once again, and the year ended with people parting as dear friends.
Amidst this transition time, people stood out in gold. Krishna, Nishan, Bala, Puneet, Gautam, the list will go on, who proved towards the end that they were no different a product from their counterparts in other halls. Bagged plum jobs, had excellent internships and equally (if not more) active as their contemporaries.
This is what defines HJB, the ' I dont give a damn ' attitude. We were, We are, We will be rebels. And so happily this has found its way to the newcomers who are so much like us without any orientation. Long live this transition and may HJB endure for years to come.
Saw this coming a long time ago, but am feeling the magnanimity of these moments now, four glorious years coming to an end, watching our batch mates gear up for that final assault, the final endsems of our time. The four year term which we we hated, we loved, we abused, we cherished, we laughed, we cried, we poured our heart out at last has approached. KGP has indeed made men out of us boys.
Amidst the thick of this term lies a place with more sanctity than IIT itself, the place where things happened, the place which played a tremendous part in our fortunes (atleast for me), our abode where we thrived and the place which brought and united a multitude of cultures so diverse. Yes all paths lead to HJB hall at the end, the god forsaken and the most unwanted place on the campus for many, but blood and religion for us the untouchables ( as I would name us).
Second year B.tech, led into a hall with Mtechs, a vegetarian mess and no seniors absolutely to 'teach' us 'life'. Hallmarked and looked down upon by the same friends who once used to march with us. This was the starting of our culture which to the disbelief and utter disapproval of our decision as we had taken a step so outrageous that shook the very philosophy of the Btech community.
It was a great evolutionary period as we set upon to build that so called famous tempo (read as hooliganism) in our hall. Participated in almost every interhall in the autumn semester with all possible gusto. Tried all things that defined second year life in other halls. Tried to understand the philosophy behind all those things which made life in other halls so 'interesting'. But we lost and emerged the wiser. The year saw us bag gold in Product design, a team of ignorant 2nd years with some fabulous support from 'Matkas' which made the presentation at the eleventh hour. As usual 'They' couldnt tolerate it. Accusations of plagiarism followed instead of a thump on the back and a 'Job well done' compliment. Yet we carried on participating in Illumination and Rangoli ( This was a stalwart effort of 5 people over a 48 hour period, masqueraded by apprehension and utter inexperience, but we created something(quite authentic and different from those stupid montonic themes solely meant for bagging a price) which was screened on the local channel news and appreciated by the local folk. hardly did those gymkhana morons care.)
Next semester watched us being trounced in cricket, winning badminton and tennis laurels and watching our hold on tech GC get slimmer with every competition ( we were second in the tech GC before the spring semester started).
The year ended and we emerged yet wiser. Understood the Futility of it all. Thus was born the brand HJB , with a no care attitude. A mixed hall culture ensued once again, and the year ended with people parting as dear friends.
Amidst this transition time, people stood out in gold. Krishna, Nishan, Bala, Puneet, Gautam, the list will go on, who proved towards the end that they were no different a product from their counterparts in other halls. Bagged plum jobs, had excellent internships and equally (if not more) active as their contemporaries.
This is what defines HJB, the ' I dont give a damn ' attitude. We were, We are, We will be rebels. And so happily this has found its way to the newcomers who are so much like us without any orientation. Long live this transition and may HJB endure for years to come.
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