We, the BEC 77 folks

We, the BEC 77 folks
Prabir Chakrabarty, 1977 Electrical Engineering

This publication is to commemorate our coming together half a Century back in BEC. It was a winter of ‘72 and we all fell in love with those dew drenched Oval and Lords around our abode.

We could relate everything with our fresh innocent being. Memories of ever flowing River Ganges adjacent to the rear boundary wall, unique and captivating Clock tower, all heritage buildings, even a rare Burial Ground with few ancient trees those never failed to shower flowers on departed, unabated. All these and many more created a distinctive smell we can ever miss to recognise. It is like a new-born Baby identifying its Mother unmistakably.

The centuries old Botanical Garden next door was a different world. Our encounter with those in-numerable plants, trees, flowers, and fruits were enough to give give an idea of Amazon Rainforest. All those had its own unique sight, sound and smell as well.

We clung onto those smells, and it took charge of our Growing up from a wide-eyed teenager to a successful, imaginative and innovative Technocrats. Today as we look back, we realise with satisfaction that most of those could be achieved to a great extent. In this journey from carefree youth, we got something invaluable. That iwas our bonding of friendship. For few lucky ones that friendship graduated to a lifelong partnership. This passed the test of myriad incidents, co-incidents, events, shared dreams and aspirations and experiences, together. Five years of togetherness amidst turmoils, fun, joys, sorrow s, successes and setbacks brought us to this day called today, we can claim to be History.

Memories are very personal, today I am trying to rekindle passion of those longlost days. Trying to rekindle the passion for different quests. In this process I recall an unique event, held only once “WINTER MEET” left a lasting impression. I don’t recall who wrote the anthem of that event. Even today I often hymn the final sentence of that Anthem. “PRAY TO GOD THAT ONCE THERE WILL BE, A GIRLS WINTER MEET”

A sudden nip in the air transport me to those five years of our transformation. A transformation where each and every one from Professors to lab Technicians, non-teaching staff to ever affectionate Hostel Catering staff aided us to be professionals who learnt how to make Music out of Noise. It is my tribute to all of them.

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It so happened that I always get any text edited by my wife for grammar, composition, spelling etc. She asked me suddenly about B Garden. She came there once when I was in ME. So she said couple of sentences must be added……..

JaiHO