Blast from the Past: College Diaries

August 2011

1st Year 

Some days were shit, some days were amazing
When I first came to Pulchowk, It was so unlike me
I had a strange first month, maybe I wasn’t used to it
Slowly I accepted to make the best use of it.....ha-ha!! It Rhymes

Which I did, Opportunities Came CESS happened; Civil Engineering seemed fun
Third- Photography Competition with some hazy pictures of basantapur, surely we won
Missed classes- was fun; never did assignments-ultimate fun Volunteered in robotics- strange
Studies took over, but I became a RJ, I was living my dream but life went astray 

For some months I was hospitalized; unfortunate illness-thought I was gone
Considered quitting but somehow I became strong, I came back everyone was surprised
Had a long way to go- For me Life had just begun...

 2nd Year

I think I can do this, Fifteen days and 2nd semester exams
How I passed –numbers didn’t matter; I think I can do this
3rd semester starts, oh!! Back exams 1st semester
7am exams -10 am classes how I managed yes!! I passed all
Then a 40 meant a 90 for me – Number’s I didn’t care –I think I did it

Hated survey, still hate it now- fluid mechanics geology mathematics I liked all
Exams over, vacation starts life’s back on track but wait!!.....
Welcome happens – I play guitars ,sing songs bunk classes and it goes on
CESS re-happens, I re- participate Some Frens win I cherished them all

Btw, I'‘m happy I just cleared my 4th semester (nearly)
How I did it, please don’t ask me it’s a long story: D

3rd Year

Met some jerks and they still are creeps, hey!! I just started 5th semester
Thought let’s try to be serious so I bought a note copy and started writing
How Much I loved my class; last bench observing all- making noise
When bored- looking outside the window invading some privacy ha-ha!! Exciting

I wanted to be alone- was alone but never was forlorn
Exams-Results-Passed – New Semester -How fast it passed I barely remembered all
Dasain Vacation- Muktinath Trek Gosh!! It was an awesome experience, I thank all my frens
Exams-Results-Passed – How fast it passed I barely remembered all

Stop !! I’m in my final year

4th Year

1stJan 2011, New Year – My Final Year
Practicals- The most insincere award & Photocopy Specialist – Suren’s Notes
My superb achievement – I’m glad surely :) somebody’s not- but I really don’t care
Winter passed,-spring came, waited for summer but monsoon arrived
I was the same things changed, I was living my 2nd life – later realized

Printing Presentation competition certificates; unexpected results flashed
How things change in a funny way Bio Engg my favorite subject and RCC my 2nd best subject ha-ha!
Pandey fixed me up with LOCUS so got some certificates and he distributed some - was hell of a fun Though I laugh time’s passing fast, I don’t want to conclude but I have to........write down fast

Today, as I’m writing this I have a few days to cherish 
Though I admit one day I’ll be gone 
But memories will remain 
And in my life, I’ve loved you all 





Cheers,
Sumit :D

Some Dreams

Life beyond Posters

When I enter my room, I am...
Accelerating particles with curiosity
Probing Atmospheres with determination,
Watching the evolving universe’s strength
And sustaining chaotic achievements with creativity.

Not all chemists wear white coats
Not all mediocre drummers play the guitars,
Proclaiming live on national radio ‘I want to be an Astrophysicist’
Today, I am producing to my own radio show. I am an RJ. I am a dreamer.
Sitting on my chair and as the radio plays on, I recall a fantastic adventure...

I knew how to play the drums but that was millions of seconds ago. But when an opportunity came to be associated with the class band, I unconvincingly volunteered. Although I was better known for reading discrete science fiction novels and getting carried away by my mindless science projects; I had a soft corner for music.

Enter- The school auditorium. We are on centre stage. Everything is perfect; the guitars, lead vocals and myself at the drums scanning the audience. The built up was immense as a great performance preceded us. Ten minutes later and two songs after there was a standing ovation. We were a great success in combining chaotic beats with melody vocals. One of our guitarists turned off his instrument to avoid further embarrassment which was a worse parody than lip syncing. Our on stage disaster was welcomed with laugher and I in particular was jeered for my humdrum performance on the drums. It was soon before I discovered my new love – Guitars which sparked the beginning of a remarkable journey.

The School Notice Board –‘Students are hereby notified that the school will be collaborating with Classic FM in an attempt to provide students with an opportunity to showcase their talents...’Without reading the whole script and the page long terms and conditions, I was already on radio- playing guitars, singing and talking about my ambitions. Slowly my excitement faded and I felt my heart pump blood into vacuum. “It can’t be.” I shrieked.
Yours Sincerely,
Mr. ABC
Program Co-ordinator
Prejudice and Hatred were the few words; Impossible was the third.

Every week I heard my peers covering a famous band’s song and having chitchat about their lives, dreams and goals. Meanwhile, I was having a difficult time learning guitars- only a few major chords powered by the often dejected pleas to Mr. ABC. “Next Week Sumit, sure cent percent sure!” followed by “I am sorry Sumit Mr/Ms. Xyz is going this week so probably next week.” After infinite ‘next weeks’ came the final week of our school year.

In between these ‘next weeks’, I was re-discovering myself, exploring my interests and taking on new pursuits. At cold winter, starry nights, I integrated my passions in a serene setting where I would be in my own universe sighting stars and discovering new worlds. There, I infused my music with the cosmos. Finally, I had managed to gain some control over my rhythm guitars and even perfected my composed song. Soon the impossible seemed possible but it came along with terms and conditions.

Mr. ABC had a quiet word with me at the library where I was revising my notes for my science test the next day. I was informed that I was to be on radio on the eve of my final examinations. Moreover, he was not amused when he learnt that I had prepared a self composed song and had a difficult time explaining physics and astronomy combined. Nevertheless, I was to have my thirty minutes of fame and was not surprised at the irony that I would be practicing all day long while others would be studying for their exams.

However, my road to radio was a rodeo ride to remember. Having got my moment and wanting to make an impression, I dedicated my entire time for practicing. But the adrenaline rush got the better of my nasal nerves. Three hours prior to my rendezvous with the radio microphone, my lower face was engulfed in a stream of blood. In panic, I dropped my guitars, took off my sweater, covered my nose and rushed to the infirmary praying for the flow to cease. An hour later bloodstained, incredulously mended and tired, I made my way towards the teachers’ room. An infuriated Mr. ABC welcomed me, uninformed about my sudden disappearance from the practice room.
At dusk, we arrived at the radio station. As soon as I saw the blink of the radio tower in sync with Venus above, I knew that it would be a memorable evening. Every word I spoke was superimposed with my excitement as the invisible airwaves carried my voice to everyone who was listening. My original composition made a national debut and I had my moments of thrill. In the end, I thanked Mr. ABC.

“I am your host Sumit signing off for today; do tune in next week for more music.” Back to reality and at the present scene, I have just concluded my show on radio and am feeling ecstatic-in the same frequency and amplitude when I took my first steps towards the recording room. As I turn around a few degrees, I catch a glimpse of my existence in every corner of the room. The posters in my room represent me as an individual. They are my gondolas for inspiration in which I time travel to my past, live in my present and ascertain my future (to some extent). I am always intertwined by their unique permutations and combinations. As....

I am the curious cat in control of my creativity
As a graffiti artist, I paint my aspirations
Only to be dejected by some rejected science projects.
I am the swimmer gliding ahead with determination,
Sometimes drowning but always learning.
I don’t participate to win but to experience
And savour in making new connections,
I am the determined spider; the achieving athlete
Sometimes winning and other times losing but always trying,
All in all, I was Sumit and I aimed to be an Astrophysicist.

Her Dark Brown Eyes

Raj hurried towards the school gate, his hand clutching tightly to the plastic box which he carried. As he entered the classroom, it wore a deserted look. There he saw Vivek-a last bencher copying down yesterday’s assignment and he gave Raj a smirk and started scribbling faster.

As Raj saw through the windows of his class, he could still hear the birds chirping and the strong smell of jasmine filled his nostrils as he gave a relaxed sigh. He had arrived early all because of the plastic box which he still held tightly in his hands. Was he anticipating something?

She entered the class and gave Raj a solemn look but he simply ignored her. “What do you have in your hand?”Neha inquired. Raj didn’t want anybody to have a glimpse of his little secret but Neha was steadily approaching him. (Vivek was still scribbling down his notes)

He felt a twinge in his stomach as the sight of Neha sitting next to him made him blush for a second but he managed to keep his cool. He was constantly suppressing himself to open the box but finally he opted to do so, what made him change his mind is still unknown.

A simple cardboard had a bulb, a red switch and cells hidden beneath. Neha surely hadn’t seen anything like it before and she whispered softly in his ears ‘Raj, did you make it yourself?’ “What does this red button do?” Raj sensed her excitement and casually said “Why don’t you try it.”

As he involuntarily moved his hand towards the switch so did Neha’s. They both pressed the switch together. The bulb glowed. (Raj’s heart was ON). When they turned it off. (Raj’s heart was OFF). It continued for a while and time stood still. (Vivek was still concentrating on copying his notes)

Raj could feel the gentle touch of her hand and suddenly he found Neha glancing at him intently and he was just looking at her eyes. “Her dark brown eyes.” He hadn’t noticed it before let apart their colour. Their eyes remained glued to each other eyes for a moment and then Neha started asking Raj about how he had come up with the idea and he explained her as she listened to him attentively not missing any details as they were talking / looking at each other. Their hands awkwardly turned the lights on/ off which was now automatic. Raj often glanced at her and he noticed a twinge of pink on her cheeks.

‘Hey Neha’! Someone beamed from behind. (It was not Vivek – seems he’ll never finish copying his notes) Neha clumsily left Raj’s company and started explaining to her friends the amazing thing Raj had come up with for the Science Project. Al though Raj wanted his plans to be a secret but he was soon surrounded by his excited classmates all inquiring him about how he had done it. Even while explaining it to his classmates Raj sometimes glanced to see Neha – who to his surprise was already looking at him with an affectionate gaze he had never seen or maybe felt before. Soon the bell rang and everyone went to their respective seats and were seated. (Vivek had the most disappointed look and was repeating, Damn!! when will I finish my assignment.)

Finally, when the class began Raj was not concentrating on his English textbook, he was recalling the morning incident when Neha was with him and after a quick peek towards the teacher he slowly lifted his eyes trying to find an excuse to see what Neha was doing at that moment .She was already looking at him and her dark brown eyes had the same expression as it had in the morning. He simply looked at her in wonder.

Maybe their eyes were interlocked for the entire period unaware of the scribbling of notes, the teacher’s patient explanation to a question or the laughter that followed after a joke. All was lost in oblivion for them. (Vivek finally managed a smile, “Ah!! Half work done” he said, now next part after the lunch break and he started humming................. :)

“With that soft touch
Of her gentle hands on his
And her hazelnut colored hair
Which all he seemed to care
All he could think of
Her Dark Brown Eyes
And she
Of His Darker Brown eyes.”

RJ Life - Half Truth Half Lies : You Decide !!

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too. …………………… (IF by Rudyard Kipling)


“Lights, Camera and Action”, my world is analogous to this-almost .I can’t be seen but I can be heard. In my case, it’s “Ready, Steady and Go” (usually indicated by thumbs up in the background). A thin transparent glass separates me and my technical assistant.


I am inside a cubicle along with a microphone, headphones and a chair – to my relief there is an AC as well. The room is all mine for the next hour. What I speak, the whole world gets a piece of it (literally); it’s aired online as well. My voice is audible to some audience who are frantically searching among the thirty odd FM stations in Kathmandu while they figure out which one best suits their interest. I don’t get paid for my hour of stardom, for the research and hard work I put in for the show. Nobody bothers how I manage to reach the station when I am stuck in a traffic jam or return home walking as one can’t expect to hire a public transport at midnight. Only because my recording sessions are postponed in favor of the paid employees as they get to have their say first .Welcome, to my asymmetrical world- the real world.


I am categorized as a second class, for not having a link to the inner circle. Therefore, I am required to remain an amateur. Yet, I am content and do not complain. At least I get to do what I am passionate about. But it hurts when you are hired on trial basis after being selected from a pool of hundred people by a series of interviews (which were not on trial basis). Apart from the creative freedom, I get nothing. But still, I am satisfied. My rendezvous with the real world doesn’t end here; it begins.


In my job place, jealousy and competition force some people to act in biased ways. And then there is the usual battle against the adamant attempts in dislodging me only because I get more fan mails, enquiries and more air play as well. One unruly scandal is always on the cards and obviously the blame somehow finds a way to reach me. I am in dire straits. It’s a tough world and ground realities are hard to digest.


My punishment is that I don’t get any live shows because the program manager needs to impress his pretty girlfriend and she’s doing the live shows from now onwards. Her credentials and talents you might enquire. But, “Do they really matter?”, “Don’t you get it?” This is how the inner circle works.



You might be wondering why I still choose to remain in this loophole, humiliated every day. I am helpless at times but I don’t see any reason to give up. Some fights are meant to be fought and I am not leaving till I triumph over this prejudice. Yes! It’s distressing yet it’s enthralling to derive inspiration from the love of what I enjoy doing.

Sumit Dugar

Finally I 'm Blogging

I start from today . Some thoughts,ideas,plans and memories .