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Beete huey din.. wapas nahi aate

I am due to arrive in Varanasi in just half and hour; I know, because I can see DLW from my train window. My train, superfast as it is; still stops in Maduwadi. It is a scheduled stop and I curse myself for not having anticipated this. A drive from here to campus would have been so much shorter.

But, I have reception at the Varanasi main station– and it is too late to change the arrangements. And, who knows? Perhaps, the station would bring memories flooding back. As it happened, it did. Not the station; it remains as chaotic and as crowded as ever. But, the drive from the station to the campus was worth every additional minute spent.

This is the first time ever that I have been driven across this maddening city in an air-conditioned SUV; to get into the spirit of things, I consider getting in a shared auto- but, schedules beckon. I content myself in drinking in the sights from the windows. And, surprisingly (or not), I recognize the city as if I never left it.

The first big jolt is when the car enters Lanka, just near Pahelwan and I am first re-assured that tales of Pahelwan’s demise are premature. But, beyond that, and till the BHU gate, the Lanka of our time has changed.

The shell of La-Bela exists, the faded and peeling signboard the only remnant of what was once the weekly haunt of many years ago. I idly wonder, what would be the price of a plate of American chop-suey today, if it opened for business again. Mayank, my guide can’t help; La-Bela closed down before his time. I left this place, much before he was even born. There are huge multi-storyed residential complexes on both sides of Lanka road. I leave all this behind and enter the gate; asking the driver to slow down as I click. Camera on the ready, I am itching to click the Women’s College and the Hostel next- my grey hair/ lack of hair hopefully an insurance against the perceived “letch”. Then, somehow, the finger refuses to obey and the car turns right on the hostel road.

I protest. I ask the driver that he should go via the Mandir road instead. He relents; drives past the VC lodge and turns left to catch the Mandir road. A drive past Min-Met, then the Chhatra Sangh, the Library and the Mandir. And suddenly, I am home. After 25 years. The enormous campus with its sheer number of departmens, workshops, signboards- did it seem quite so imposing when we were here? Did we realise how lucky we were when we were here?

But, who are those that I see? Girls? And, so many? Having chai and samose at Limbdi cafe. On bicycles and scooters heading to the institute. Were we born too early? The car turns right, leaving EcE department to the left and behind and proceeds towards the De corner (no, I shall never call it the Limbdi corner) and drive between the De and Limbdi Hostels a short distance to the IT guest house.

In half an hour, I am at the G-11.

Twenty nine years back, on a bench about 20 rows deep from the podium I sat next to a boy I had never met before; both busy filling up our registration forms. He had probably finished a little earlier and wanted to strike up a conversation. He asked, “what are you doing?” by way of a conversation starter and I snapped at him, irritated at being interrupted.It took us more than a semester to break the ice from then on. But, we were twin souls after that. And, if he was not there, with his class notes, last minute “crashers” and with his loud laughter and wide toothy smile, I would probably never have left BHU with a degree.

The audio fails and I want the audience to join me in a chant of “Auuu-diii-ooo”; but, this is a gentler generation- more polite than ours. The benches have been replaced by bucket seats- so, no thumping to show your displeasure as well.

We have lunch at the TBIU; bang opposite the Ceramic department- and it’s more food than I can have- or should; but, I don’t refuse the gulab-jamun. I excuse myself after the lunch and walk out to take some pictures. The bank extension counter is now a full-fledged branch. The statue of Mahamana is still there in the Ceramic department entrance and the corridor in Chem is every bit as long as I remembered it to be. Next stop, the Swatantrata Bhavan. More work; some reviews. By the time we are done, it is almost 8pm and I am dead tired.

But, I have to go to the ghats. So, I walk out, refusing the offer of transport and set out to look for a cycle rick and walk to the Mandir. No cycle rick. I trudge all the way to the Chhatra Sangh and finally get a rick to the gate. Finally, a shared auto! To Godowlia.

What can I write about Godowlia that you have not experienced? It is still as mad, as chaotic and just as we had left it. I head to Mishrambu for the obligatory glass of Thandai (minus the weed) and get myself clicked. Then to the ghats. I walk to Dashashwamedh and when I get there, I am pretty much the only tourist. The boats are moored in the darkness. Some boatmen come in and want to strike a deal; but, I am not game. I just park myself on the wooden planks, suddenly wishing I was not wearing shoes but rubber slippers so that I could have taken them off for a feel of the stone steps. Lots of memories. Of boat rides, of watching the burning pyres in Manikarnika from the boats when a chance power failure had left the ghats in total darkness. I pull myself up; head to the Vishwanath Gali, enter and then exit through the Chowk side and walk down to Godowlia.

To those that still care, Kanhaiya Chitra Mandir still exists- it is now called Spice KCM. On the night I walked past, it was showing Tanu Weds Manu. From Godowlia I take a cycle rick back to Lanka; stop at Pahelwan and have a Laung-Lata. And then, since there was no wife watching, I have another. I promise Mr Pahelwan that I shall be back tomorrow.

Next morning, I am up early and after breakfast at the guest house, I head out on foot towards the Mandir. I locate Tyagi-ji and his lassi was just how I remembered it. I am glad I am walking around; the extra calories need to be worked off. After the Lassi, Tyagi-ji and me almost get into a fight- he does not want money and I insist on paying. So, finally I escape by promising I would be back in December. “With family?”, Tyagi-ji wants a promise.

The day passes in a blur; meetings, running from one venue to another and then many scheduled and unscheduled meetings with students. Finally, at 8pm, I am in a small car, driven by a student (fancy that!) and heading towards Bhelupura. I want to check out Kerala Cafe.

But, the Bhelupura of my time has changed; Kerala Cafe is now a small shop in a big multiplex of shops and I lose my appetite. I ask my host and his friend if they would care to eat somewhere else; anywhere.. I assure them and they take me to a nice AC vegetarian restaurant where we hog and hog and the bill is still less than Rs 350. I leave a generous tip and we head towards Pahelwan. Tonight, it would be Rabri and for good measure “sandwich sandesh”. Glad, wife is not along on this trip.

Back to the hostel, I tag along to see the hostel room in Vishwakarma and the 3rd yearites are double-seated. After the two beds, there is space for just one table and one chair. LAN cables run from room to room; I hear horror tales of staggered mess timings and class timings so that students can attend classes. The batch strength is now 1100 (up from 300 in our time). The Chem Department students of 2nd year are sitting on the floor and attending classes. Most rooms I peeped in had students immersed in their laptops.

Would they have friends like we did?

I remember the time I got ragged repeatedly by the then 4th Mechanical gang in Vishwakarma and I am almost sure the 3rd EcE now stays in the lobby what used to be 3rd Met in our time. I remember coming back to the 4th Mech lobby after the ragging time in search of a Thermodynamics book and one of the seniors, among the so called “vicious raggers”, took more than an hour off his time to hunt out a Ballaney.
Exam over, I went back to return the book, only to be gently chided, “Did I ask you to return this? Keep it and for your juniors. Remember the honour system, never sell this”.

Do they have seniors like this anymore?

It is time to head back to the Guest House. I walk back; accompanied by my hosts of the evening and on an impulse I decide to check out Mochu’s shop. The gate has closed; it is past 10 pm. The university admin does not want the students to venture out at night. And Mochu is closed too. We are challenged by a the security guards sitting near the gate; and I decide to go ahead and chat with them. Chat over, I head back to the guest house and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Up early next morning, I walk out and head towards Mochu’s again. Exit the small gate behind De, walk along the cobbled pathway along the walls. It is already busy with traffic. I reach Mochu’s.

The bhatti is gone; a gas stove has taken its place and no raised platform where Mochu was lord. There is now a small dark room where students still gather as in days gone by; tucking into plates of maggi and drinking coffee and smoking.

I introduce myself to Mochu’s son and ask for a coffee; the coffee is in disposable plastic cup but, still strong and sweet. I chat with him. A customer sitting alongside pipes up; “Google ke CEO bhi yahan aaye the”. Really? You mean Nikesh Arora? Yes! “Soona hai, unko 500 crores ka package hai?” I confess I do not know. Mochu’s son puts it all in perspective. “Kya pharak padta hai? Woh yaad karke aaye the, itna hi kaafi hai”. Did you meet him? No, he shakes his head. The shop was closed that day. But, “aakhbar mein is dukaan ka naam chhap giya tha”- the day after.

I offer to pay and am refused. Mochu had told him not to. “Jinke naam pe itna kuch hai, mere babu-ji; unko main kya jawab doon?” Suddenly, after 2 days on campus, I feel tears coming in my eyes. In an effort to shrug off the awkwardness, I ask him to pose for a picture. He does, gravely. A strong young man; carrying forward a legacy.

On the way back, I drop into Visvesarayya Hostel- the sign inside the gate still reads “Go out and serve your country and countrymen”; I walk in, am challenged by the man at the gate and then he literally jumps up when he hears I lived here in 1986. I pat him and walk up the stairs. My room; where is my room?

The current inhabitant of 141 is pursuing an M.Tech and is single seated. He is happy to welcome me inside. The rooms all have the names of companies stenciled on them- presumably where the inhabitants have been placed. Clothes hang from the lines; the corridor is not as clean as what I remember as. The hostel has now added an additional floor. As I leave “Vish”, I am reminded of the day I left 25 years back; in uncontrolled tears which did not stop till the train had reached Aligarh. I left a big part of me behind in this campus.

Back to De corner; a stop at Limbdi Cafe for chai and samosa (Rs 5 for 2) and as I wait in from of De; remembering Bechan who is, alas no more- no one knows where is family is either- a cycle headed the other way suddenly takes a turn and screeches to a halt in front of me. It is Manoj, my Dhobi from 1982 onwards; for the 3 years I spent in De.

He looks the same as he did; but I am conscious that I do not. I ask him how he recognised me and his answer blows me off my feet. “Sir, hum log kapda pehchan jaate hain; aadmi nahin pehchanenge?” We chat, pose for photographs; he asks for my card.

My host Prakhar is arranging for a car to drop me to Swatantrata Bhavan. Finally he gets impatient, asks me to get behind him on his motorcycle and carries my suitcase on his lap as he rides with me to SB. Salud! Still a few engagements to geth through.

It is time to head back to the station. As the car picks me from SB and drives across the campus, past the King’s pavilion for one last time, he sees my face in the rear-view mirror and gently tells me: “Sir, beete huey din, wapaas nahin aate”- memories are sweet. Let them remain.

We are in a hurry and the driver takes a route I have never taken before; through DLW, in front of St John’s school, across the “level crossing” and over a newly constructed flyover.

Goodbye! Fare thee well. My campus, my city.

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87 thoughts on “Beete huey din.. wapas nahi aate

  1. Bibhas on said:

    Sir, after reading your blog i feel proud to be associated with this perpetual tradition and heritage of our beloved IIT-BHU. I find this astonishing how time has been stagnant here. Going through your post i find the changes have not been monumental.

  2. vijay on said:

    Thouroughly enjoyed yur blog… grt writing, made me nostalgic, am also alumni and native of same place.. Keep up the gud work… write more such stuffs

  3. himanshu on said:

    i am joining bhu this year. i live here in varanasi.
    these words gave me a boost regarding whats ahead in my life.
    thanx…….

  4. Greetings sir
    I am Aman Yadav, currently pursuing my 2nd year at mechanical engineering department, IT- BHU. Going through your blog was an amazing experience, which made me realize the true value of each mundane moment spent at the campus! I truly got emotional while reading your experience. I honestly hope to go out of the college and make it proud as alumni like you have done and maybe that would be a small repayment of all the wonderful times spent at the campus!
    Aman Yadav

  5. Ashish on said:

    Very well written!!!….

    It was a beginning in so many ways for so much of what we eventually turned out as individuals and people… ITBHU and Varanasi has so much to offer… So much history, character, life and pride.. Makes one want to re-double one’s efforts towards giving back and “Go out and serve your countrymen”… Thanks for reminding that….. I don’t even remember when I approached life with that motto… One gets busy with day to day stuff… career progression, success, money, the next career goal… One tends to miss out on perspective – trees are visible, woods are not.

    Shocked to note that some current students may be sitting on the floor in class now. Getting an IIT status seems to be very important from financial grant’s perspective for ITBHU. Not sure if innovation and fresh thought is encouraged today any more/ less than mid-late 90s when I passed through these gates.

    These are awesome times for our country… after nearly 500 years, we are at the global center-stage again…. we can really bring fresh technologies, perspectives and products that can benefit large sections of our country and the world… add value, uplift lives and make riches too..

    Wishing the best for current students… Guys, make it count!!! It’s just the beginning!!

    Ashish
    Ceramics’99

  6. Great post, Anindya!

  7. Anindya:

    I really enjoyed this quick walk down the memory lane, into some of the best years of my life spent at ITBHU, through your intense note on your trip!

    In fact, in Dec 2011, just before your batch’s 25th year home coming meet, around 18 of us, from the class of 1991, made a 3 day trip to our alma-mater. It was one trip, that energised us to decide to do it once every 5 years, with greater strength and enthusiasm. Here are some snapshots from our trip … Back to Banaras … http://goo.gl/ZK4We

    I am from Mech91.

    • Tarun, thanks. Just finished going through the pictures you shared so kindly. The flash memory in my camera got corrupted immediately after our reunion trip so, I am left at the mercy of pics taken by others.
      All the best.
      Anindya

  8. Sir jee ..where do u live in East Delhi….I am also located at same place..I am ECE pass out from 2002 batch and my home town is Varanasi!

  9. Lovely post. Thanks for sharing Anindya. Not sure if our paths crossed at BHU. I was in MIN 89 batch. So, should have. I went back to BHU to relive my 4 years there in 93 (during my trip to India from US). I have to stay, it was lonely and sad. I realized at that time, the memories are too fresh and I should have waited before visiting BHU. I understood that college is for the students who are attending, not for past graduates. I had the best of my times there; however, my classmates made that happen, the time we spent together made it happen. It was empty without them during my trip, not a fault of BHU. I missed my friends too much and I felt lost.

    I think I am ready to visit BHU again and it would not hurt that much any longer. The years have added layers of other experiences and I think I will be able to take in the new BHU without missing my friends. What would be great is to return to BHU with my batch mates.

    I visit Delhi quite often. I hope we can meet up during the next trip.

    Once again, thank you for sharing. Cheers .. Debashish (DB)

    • Hi Debashish,
      I wrote this 9 months back and since then have been back on campus with family for our batch’s 25th reunion.
      Thanks for the kind words.
      I do understand your feeling about going back when the memories are too fresh. You need to put a distance. Otherwise you feel unwanted and even rejected.
      Cheers and yes, it will be a pleasure to catch up if you are traveling to Delhi.
      Anindya

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  12. Though i am a passout of the 2008 batch…….still its been 3 years now…….i havent been able to go visit the college again…..
    But this post just reminds me of each and every detail of my best 4 years spent there…
    And yeah, i stayed in De for my 4th year ECE, and i never understood why it was Limbdi Corner and not De corner.
    Chaube ji although did come on our side of the road……
    Sigh…..!!!!

    • @Ashim,
      Re’ Limbdi corner vs De corner-
      well, Limbdi is a bigger hostel, accommodates much larger number of students. But, hey, it should be about the quality (of the inmates) rather than quality, right? The world is so unfair!
      Another crib, and the reason I did not talk about my rooms in De where I spent the first 3 years – is that the rooms have all been re-numbered. They were earlier anti-clockwise as you entered, so the room number 8 – my first year abode- was next to the toilet and the biggest room. Now, that room is some sixty something- Dil hi toot gaya.. 😀

    • Dr. T. Srinivasan on said:

      Rajputhana and Limbdy hostels are nearly as old as RAMPUR HALL i.e. 1919 (not exactly 1919). In earlier days students of BENCO were lodged in Birla, Broacha and Ruyia hostels until Rajputhan and Limbdi were built. Soon Morvi and Dhanrajgiri came up. De hostel came up much later in the fifties along with the New-G quarters of Jamun Lane. Hence traditionally it turns out to be Limbdi Corner.

      The growth of BENCO, MINMET and TECHNO is a fascinating history. So is the emergence of each hostels built by the donations of rulers of Rajputhana, Limbdi, Morvi, Dhanrajgiri, Broacha and Ruyia. The growth and transformation of BHU itself into its present form today is worth a detailed study of all alumni of BHU.

      Dr. T. Srinivasan. (1967 B.Sc. Electrical Engg. BENCO and Professor Electrical Engg. Dept. IT BHU Retired in 2003.)

      • Now, this is indeed an honour. How are you sir?
        I certainly recall you; you did not teach us- but, Bala, one of your nephews- (I think) was our batchmate. He was in your department, while we were in EcE.
        Thanks for visiting and sharing most interesting vignettes from the past. Okay, Limbdi corner wins!

        • Dr. T. Srinivasan on said:

          Yes Anindya. R. Balachandran is my nephew. There were two R. Balachandrans, both from Bombay and with the same JEE score. One of them joined Chemical and the other joined Electrical (i.e. my nephew). Because he is related to me I offered not to take theory or laboratory classes for that batch. As a result I had to take one class of non EE branch in 2nd year either in theory or practicals.

          Even now it is refreshing to visit BHU once in a while. I went there in 2008 after that I am looking forward to an opportunity.

          Even though we knew that IT BHU is a prestigious national instititution we never realized that it it is among the top ten Engineering Colleges of India till
          1997 when national surveys started appearing in magazines. Now it is for the future generations of students and teachers to maintain that prestige and reach greater heights. All alumni, however old they may be, need to put in their contributions to make it possible in every possible way.

          Dr. T. Srinivasan.

  13. Ankur Agarwal on said:

    What a beautiful post Anindya!

    -Ankur Agarwal (Civil ’98)

  14. Ankita on said:

    I am 2009 passout .. I remember my last day at college… all my friends left before me… so probably I had only 3 other gals left behind to show my tears to…. during my ride by auto from hostel to railway station i wanted to absorb each and every Varanasi sight …. running through flash back of each and every moment of those 4 years…

    u made my tears run again …

    • Ankita,
      am humbled. Thank you.
      There is an old Jewish saying which I am very fond of. “Remember me only in happiness”.
      If BHU/ Benaras was a person, don’t you think, it would want to be “remembered, only in happiness”?
      Best wishes

  15. Ravi, I have emailed to you.

  16. Praveen Kumar on said:

    Dear Friend,
    I spent my 2 years in IT BHU doing MTech and I got a chance to visit back after 2 years leaving the campus.
    I felt so lonely there. All those roads, where once we use to have so many known faces, suddenly was filled up with some one totally unknown.

    I can understand what Anindya has gone through! I wanted to cry there!

    Praveen

    • @Praveen,
      No, I did not ever feel like crying; except when Mochu’s son touched my heart with his simplicity.
      “Memories are always pleasant”- was the title of a book of memoirs written by a Bengali author. But, the point is not to live on them. BHU and its people have enriched my life beyond measure. I did not feel lonely; even when I was a lone middle aged man in a kurta queuing up in front of Limbdi corner for chai and samosa among kids young enough to be my daughters.

  17. Saurabh on said:

    Made me nostalgic like anything. Can’t wait to revisit.

  18. Gaurav Gupta on said:

    Hello Sir,

    You graduated 25 years ago and I graduated 1 year ago. Whatever the condition is today, Still It is the best place to be and those days were the best days. I got a chance to visit IT-BHU with IBM hiring team and while I was reading your post every moment came in front of my eyes.

    We will miss those days, but wherever we are, whatever we do lets make our college proud.

  19. Siddharth on said:

    Rode back to the memory lane.

    Siddharth
    Ece 08

  20. Ashish Jain on said:

    I am in office right now and seriously missing home where at least I can shed tears stuck in my eyes 😦 Thanks for such a wonderful BHU trip again.

    Ashish Jain
    Pharma ’05

  21. Nikhil Gupta on said:

    I got very emotional while reading this, a truly nostalgic writeup.All those days spending long hours at Limbdi corner discussing about anything which matters or doesnt matter ,strolling in the galis of godowlia, having a sip of tea with bun malai at bablu’s tea in lanka at 1 am followed by a niteout in the boats anchored at tulsi ghat(then probably a visit to sankat mochan and puri sabzi and jalebi at lanka).BHU WILL BE TIMELESS and it would be really difficlult to leave the campus everytime I revisit it.My urge to visit the campus has strenghthened.
    I cannot think how students(1100 per batch) are managing with the same resources as we had.Its been a long time since the demand for new hostels has raised.
    Regards
    Nikhil Gupta,
    Cera 2008

  22. Danish Khan on said:

    Dear Sir,

    I am from 5th Year-Dual Degree metallurgy( this course started in 2005) and i just read your blog when i have 5 more days left of my college life in IT-BHU. Seems some one has written what i would have written 25 years from now. Loved every bit of it, esp when you write “I am home. After 25 years” and “I left a big part of me behind in this campus.” Makes me feel proud to be part of the legacy.

    Regards,
    Danish Khan

  23. Animesh Anand on said:

    Sir, as I can easily guess, and hope that I’m right too, you would belong to my father’s age group, and people say generations suffer due to the generation gap….. well I didn’t feel it at any of the moments while roaming around the city of Varanasi with your post…it felt my friend… along lost friend .. with whom I shared not days but years in BHU … was once again with me… njoying every ounce of the BIG joys this small City (big at heart) has to offer … and it was a WALK TO REMEMBER.. things change with time but u should feel lucky to have studied in Benaras….it has stood here for last 2000 years and will be here to cradle your nostalgia whenever you feel to came back and have a look…it will always feel almost the same 🙂 Varanasi never changes … nd that’s its beauty

    Sir I m Ani from 4th year , a new branch of a new course ( started just 5 yrs back so u wudn’t know it) … m in benaras at the moment … but u helped me realize the sweet memories that i would be taking along with me once out f the college .. an excellent piece … not many are blessed to describe what they feel 🙂 but u made us a partner of ur feelings 🙂 THANK YOU SIR

    • Dear Animesh,
      thank you for your kind comments. Yes, I guess I am old enough to be your father!
      But, fathers these days are not like fathers of yore (I speak from personal experience; I have children too!).
      Hopefully we will gather in Varanasi for our 25th anniversary reunion in December.

  24. Abhinav on said:

    l just couldn’t control the tears flowing down my eyes!
    awesome post!
    thanks for making me walk through my alma mater!

  25. Thanks Anindya Sir for such a beautiful post on ITBHU. Ek dum purane din, aankhon ke samne aa gaye.

    Himanshu
    Mech -08

  26. Ankur Jain on said:

    Some friends of mine also scripted a video song on IT BHU. Hope it adds to Nostalgia

  27. Hanush Kumar on said:

    hello Anindya Sir,

    though, I am residing in campus itself as currently in 3rd year, but i could easily recollect and accumulate all my attachments with the city and my college for past almost 3 yrs.

    Specifically the ‘Mochu’s Son one’, it was heart touching & when u say, “And suddenly, I am home”, It reminded me how even we consider it as our home and am haunted by the days when we’ll have to leave it. Lovely post and am overwhelmed to see all our senior’s comments filled with gratitude and love for their alma-mater.

    Would like to welcome you all on your next visit to the city. 🙂 :)) :)))

    Hanush
    Part 3
    Civil

  28. vineet purwar on said:

    Thanks for writing this fantastic post ! 🙂
    Relived those wonderful moments, while reading it !

    Vineet
    Met-09

  29. vivek Srivastava on said:

    Anindya Sir,

    Wonderful post. Vaise, la-bela was still around till 2003 (when I was in first year), but closed down in the next..

    I so miss the launglata, lassi and ming-garden’s sizzling brownie 🙂 and the chola samosa of the limbdi corner …

    Vivek
    mech-07

    • @Vivek,
      Ming Garden’s brownie?? Now, that is new to me 🙂 wasn’t there in my time. And Limbdi? Oh, you mean the hostel between De and Rajputana?? 🙂

  30. One of a nice poem I read on http://www.facebook.com/AshwaniGrewal

    बाईक, मैं और लिम्ब्दी कार्नर
    साथ में तुम सभी .

    हाथ में चाय
    चेहरे पे मुस्कान
    और बदन में थकान||

    फटा हुआ लोअर
    पांच दिन की शेव,
    अनजाने में दी हुई गाली
    जेब की कंगाली||

    वो लड़कियों का झुंड
    ” आज कल भाव नहीं देता-इसीलिए समोसे खा रही है”,
    वो ऊंची आवाज़ में गाना
    शुरू हो गई महफ़िल
    छुपाई थी एक साइकिल||

    बोरे पर ही सो गया
    याद में खो गया
    ओए छोटू ! सात स्पेशल,
    साला नहीं सुनेगा
    अबे ! प्यार से बोल,
    देख कैसे घूर रहा है||

    ” एक पल में बीते तीन घंटे”
    कभी सोचा है
    कितनी श्यामें और हैं बाकी?
    कहाँ मिलेंगे फिर?
    आओगे न हर शाम,मिलोगे न हर शाम,
    कहाँ ?
    कोई नहीं है जवाब,

    सिर्फ अँधेरा !!

    नहीं!
    चिल्लाना नहीं
    अभी बाकी है जिंदगी
    जी लो इसको अभी,
    नहीं होंगे यहाँ फिर कभी,

    बाइक, मैं और लिम्ब्दी कार्नर
    साथ में तुम सभी

  31. asheesh on said:

    touching

  32. prashant on said:

    Maza aa gaya padh k. It felt as if I was there . BHU is the best place to be by far. Loved the description , I am tempted to visit BHU once more.To feel the crowd, the hostel road, dhaba, lanka ,ghats and everything .

  33. Shashank Tyagi on said:

    Great post! nice description of the whole of bhu!!

  34. Atul Rai on said:

    Wonderfully written. Agree with so many of the things you have written. Things change … And they remain the same. Memories remain, though. Going back was an emotional experience.

    Yes, girls at Limbdi Corner, at Mochu, at KP, at the rock show were culture shock. We were there in different times.

    Though, one question … No Doodh at Pehelwan? Topping off the Launglata with Doodh is a must! 🙂

  35. I graduated in 2008. But I could sense and feel the same 🙂

  36. Nirjhar Prakash on said:

    The power of words and narration keeps you spell bound.
    Great piece Anindya
    And Rahul aapki parody rachna ne baaki kaam poora kar diya.
    Amazing , in IT BHU in our times IInd year students had single seated rooms and in IIT – Varanasi even 3rd yearites are double seated.

    • Nirjhar bhai, thanks.
      Yes, it is ironic isn’t it? New hostels are coming up but I am sure by the time they come up, the government would have increased the batch size yet again.

  37. Ashish Singh on said:

    Nostalgic! I have been to ITBHU some 7 years back and the feekings were the same…want to take my son along this time to let him see a part of me i left with ITBHU. I could feel ITBHU through the blog you have posted….thanks Anindya
    regards
    Ashish EE 95

    • Dear Ashish,
      thank you. Yes, it is good to go back with family and get them to experience, albeit with the time separation what life in campus was like.
      Perhaps you will write about it? If you do, let me know.

  38. Tanmay on said:

    Hi Sir,

    Its not been even two years since I left the campus but it looks like ages.But when I read your blog, I felt myself going through all the places. Really missing BHU……..
    Bdw thanks for telling that we are/were more gentler generation than yours although many wont agree with that. May be this increase in girls boys ratio behind this polite behavior………
    But really a pleasant reading…………..just awesome………….

    Tanmay Pandya
    Chem 09

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  41. Rahul Upadhyaya on said:

    Anindya

    I forwarded this excellent piece of writing to my batchmated – 86-MET. It felt as if I was with you every step of the way – from the moment you left the train to moment you left the campus. It was so powerful that I had tears in my eyes.

    Only regret is that you did not go to Central Library or the Post Office or the telephone exchange. Maybe I will – in my next trip.

    I once wrote a parody, remembering days spent at BHU. Not as well written as your piece, but here is it any ways:

    ये बंगला भी ले लो
    ये गाड़ी भी ले लो
    भले छीन लो मुझसे सारी सौगातें
    मगर मुझको लौटा दो
    जवानी की मस्ती
    वो ढाबे की रोटी
    वो होस्टल की रातें

    वो मंदिर जाना और आँखें लड़ाना
    आँखें लड़ा कर किसी को पटाना
    पटाते पटाते सब कुछ लुटाना
    वापस आ कर वो लम्बी सुनाना
    भुलाए नहीं भूल सकता है कोई,
    हसीं मुलाकातों की वो लम्बी सी बातें
    ये बंगला भी ले लो …

    होस्टल के बरामदे में कुर्सी लगाना
    कुर्सी लगा कर मुर्गों को मुर्गा बनाना
    वार्डन आ जाए तो उसे उल्लू बनाना
    सपना सा लगता है वो बेखौफ़ ज़माना
    न नौकरी का डर था न बीवी का बंधन
    वो अपने थे दिन वो अपनी थी रातें
    ये बंगला भी ले लो …

    दो रुपये के पोस्टर से कमरा सजाना
    मटकों के स्पीकर्स से बहता तराना
    बिन कहानी की फ़िल्मों को फिर फिर लगाना
    थोड़े से रुपयों में दुनिया का आनंद उठाना
    और आज कम पड़ जाते हैं
    बैंक में मिलियन्स के खातें
    ये बंगला भी ले लो …

    (सुदर्शन फ़ाकीर से क्षमायाचना सहित)
    ===========================

    http://mere–words.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_2607.html

    Best regards
    Rahul

  42. Richa on said:

    Dear Sir,

    I left the campus 3 years back and can totally relate to what you have written. It was a pleasure reading your blog and the way you have described the visit, couldn’t be better!!

    Richa

  43. Vinod Kumar Menon on said:

    Brilliant write up, Anindya. I actually lived through your visit. You really took us all back in time by 25 years. Thank you so much.

  44. Thanks Anindya
    For a remarkable recount of those days:)
    Am ’79 grad , so I can quite relate to the experience, the feelings and the locations 🙂

    Certainly the experience of BHU- IT and the campus and Benares as It was more popularly known then ,haunts and binds us always as uniquely as life itself.

    However the smell of the air , the sun on the leaves and the flowers blooming on trees in the campus remain the same .. as it were and that exactly electrifies… the experience even more..as if now and then coming together 🙂

    Tapas

    • Tapas-da, thanks.
      Yes, I still call it Benares; I don’t know why I wrote Varanasi.. just a rush of political correctness I guess.
      I clicked a peacock in Hyderabad colony, entering the driveway of a Prof’s bungalow. And, the experience of waking up in the morning to the sound of birds chirping and the crisp clear air of the campus was something else altogether.
      On a lighter note, the campus is now “drug-free, alcohol free and smoking free” and there is a fine of Rs 200/- for triple-riding on 2 wheelers.

  45. Awesome. .. there is a universal appeal in this. I am sure I will feel the same way if I went back to Roorkee today.

    • Pix, thanks. Yes, you must. We may have lost those days forever but, we can’t afford to lose the lessons of sharing and caring the our undergrad days taught us.

  46. Gaurav Sinha on said:

    Speechless…so nostalgic, the people are so good at Campus. I urge all well settled alums to be generous while visiting the most serene and pristine Campus, 🙂

    Regards,
    Gaurav Sinha
    IT-BHU ’06
    Columbia Univ. ’09

  47. Gaurav Sinha on said:

    Speechless…so nostalgic, the people are so good at Campus. I urge all well settled alums to be generous while visiting the most serene and pristine Campus, 🙂

    Regards,
    Gaurav Sinha

  48. Anindya sir

    I came here through a linked shared on FB.. read the complete post 2 times.. very very nostalgic feeling reading about the same roads, mochu shop, hostels.. Banaras is the best place on earth…

    Abhishek (MEC 070

  49. Srikant Singh on said:

    Amazing account with such a great detail. It made me feels visiting our Beloved campus. I read each n every line so may times and ended up with a feeling of nostalga for all those days, unarguably best days of my life.
    We will miss IT-BHU forever, just wish to visit campus soon, someday 🙂

  50. Rajeev Bhardwaj on said:

    Anindya,

    Thank you for taking us down the memory lane… what a wonderful and carefree time we all had ! Tears welled up in my eyes too on reading Mochu’s son’s words when he refused the payment. And, Manoj’s comment was equally touching. Such warmth and simplicity! Long live Banaras the eternal city, and long live BHU.

    -Rajeev

  51. Sangeeta on said:

    Anindo, Your writeup made me feel very nostalgic, despite living in Delhi for many years , i could not plan a trip to BHU…life is rushing past . We must all go for our 25th reunion…please reach out to our Classmates . And yes , we Girls did live in a glass fishbowl..hope I can write my account one day (but not as well as you have written), it was tough at times ,

  52. Respected Sir,
    Hope you and all your ITBHU friends are planning to visit ITBHU again this December for your Silver Jubliee Reunion.

    Regards,
    Anshuman, EE 98
    Alumni Volunteer

  53. Tarkeshwar Prasad Purohit on said:

    Dear Ani,

    Great account. Took me back by 25 years and felt very nostalgic. It was sad to know that hostels are now over crowded – 1100 students in every batch. How do they manage?

    • In short, they don’t manage very well. New hostels are being constructed; but by the time they come up and are ready for occupation, the current batches would probably all be gone. And, who knows, probably ITBHU will have 2000 students per batch then!

  54. Shiv Shukla on said:

    Anindya, tune mujhe rula diya. So much of nostalgic memories, its all flashing before my eyes. I am in my hotel room, a pause before my next meeting and I hopped on to fb. Saw your post, read your blog and here tears are rolling down my eyes… IT-BHU, my beloved IT-BHU !!

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