FROM THE EDITOR'S DESK...

“Bhaiya, will this bus go to IIEST?”

“No no! Get down fast!” shouted the disturbed conductor.

“Then B.E.College?” I stammered.

“Yes, sure.  I will tell you when Bikkolej comes!” said the conductor, with much more respect this time.

 Reality had struck me hard the very first day I boarded a bus to Shibpur.

 That plain, white bus, with the Barasat-Botanical Garden board hung in front has only grown closer to our hearts with every passing day. The vast lake that welcomes you the moment you enter through the college gate. The towering structures that in all essence ooze out the history of its British past. Ever-young Lords and his ever-loyal wife Oval. The iconic clock-tower. The ghostly cemetery. The indomitable urge to take the longest ‘short-cut’ around the girls’ hostel. All of these have come to be a part of our very existence!

 And the hostels. With cracked walls that have caught patches of damp, toilets with all sorts of weird patterns on the walls and a strange smell whose composition is not worth discussing, and mosquitoes that love us to the core of their heart- our hostels are clear representatives of true poverty-ridden India. Still, we have fallen in love with it. We cannot imagine a day without our 'Biru Da', 'Ashok Da' or 'Naru Da'.

 “Why aren’t you wearing a sweater in this chilly evening?”

“Why didn’t you take your meal yesterday?”

“Has your roommate’s fever subsided?”

Constant monitoring of their watchful and caring eyes is a key to the family of IIESTians.

 We at YOUR NEW ABODE believe that each and every college campus has a story to tell. And we want to hear the stories from you. What do you say? Are you like me, who has fallen madly in love with your college campus? Or do you think that college is a bogus place that has no life in it? Share your campus stories with us and good ones will feature in our blog as well as our facebook page.

With Regards,

Editorial Team,

Your New Abode.

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