heard melodies...contd

St.Paul's College has been a witness to many of my FIRST-S in life~and of course LAST-S too! My first crush happened here,should i say crush? well....i would not be hyperbolic if i say it was one of the loveliest moments I had experienced in my life-i would not take her name here...she was exquisite,unique in her own way and most importantly,she was ''my type''! I was too shy to go and say ''i love you''....nothing of that sort happened,but it was an impulse which both of us could feel,and enjoyed.I remember she had played Sharatchandra's Kamallata in one of the plays at the college fest ...it was actually a collage of songs and dialogues mouthed by some of the celebrated lovers of literature~TIMELESS,IMMORTAL lovers...and i had the opportunity to sing some songs of Tagore for the play...RUP THEKE ARUPEY...the rehearsal sessions were really worth remembering for I used to wait for Kamallata at the corridors bunking my Political Science pass classes...

heard melodies are sweet...but those unheard are sweeter!

my college days were quite eventful-believe me,I could never think of mingling in a heterogenous group of people ,so very different from me in all respects...It just happened! i was quite apprehensive of whether I would be able to come out from the COSY SECLUDED WORLD of my shell.Studying 'English Honours' was my dream come true...i felt my hitherto unexplored and rusted creative potentiality would find an outlet now.I had the advantage of being an ex student of the college,so might be somewhere deep in my heart there was an air of pride or panache,if i can use the term. The memory of my first class in my undergraduate course is still afresh--Prof.Ajanta Paul,whom we used to call AP ma'am entered room GD, with the register at the farthest corner of the campus(Ajanta Ma'am will require an entire episode in my blog so,I am not going into the details right now;all that I can say is its because of her profound influence that i am jotting down these lines)When I attended her first class in class xi,I was literally in a reverie as she recited the lines -''I am the daughter of the Earth and Sky''...she had initiated me to Shelley(only meant to be learnt on a superficial level for a science student like me)and Keats and so tremendous was the impact that I couldn't afford to miss her in my honours class despite being selected in a so-called A-grade college of Kolkata...

...and now when she came to the honours class,I felt myself to be extremely blessed--she was taken aback to find me in that class and had said''tumi pure science er chatro chile na?'' I was really surprised to learn that she even remembered my name...