We Did It .. BSP TROPHY

We did it! We fucking did it!
It has been 5 years and so much has changed ever since. When I came into my first year, we literally had nothing to boast off in BSP, heard of things of something known as a board which publishes magazines and then distributes it, and that the people should contribute to it. I didn’t fall into the trap, at least at that time.
It was Abhinav Bhardwaj who tilted the hilt. As far as the story goes, the big man started the so called culture of BSP in Kumaon. Before his time, we had not won a single BSP trophy in its 5 years of existence. So, this man took the initiative of turning the tide. He worked pretty hard, coming from behind to the front aided by his partner, Amit Sharma. Together, they scripted history, winning the first ever BSP trophy for Kumaon. And then, there was no looking back.
My story started when one of my batch mates refused to carry on the responsibility and it was given to me, which I accepted (after a lot of bribe). It was tough job in the beginning, but with Tejeshwi, it never looked dull. We used to work together like brothers and we, with the help of the Big Daddy, built the strong pillars of BSP in Kumaon, ingraining the BSP culture in the incoming batch. Honestly, we did this, because we were very ambitious, and wanted to get the trophies with the highest margin ever. Nothing was enough for us. But we were just two of us. To realise our dreams we had to tap into the recourses of the incoming batch which turned out to be one of the most talented one. We never knew that this would actually convert itself into a strong culture. As I went on the BHM Night stage to lift the trophy, I had never thought that the seeds that we had sown would reap fruits for many years to come.
Then, the two schemers stepped into our shoes. By now, BSP trophy had not remained just a trophy for the common room shelf. It had become a passion, a proof of our dominance. By that time we had built up with reputation in the institute. PP was formatting more than half the publications even before he became a BSP rep. They had a lot on their shoulders and a lot was expected out of them. I remember the elaborate strategies that Shubho and PP used to come up to win the trophy, a new one every other day. Making and breaking friends, fighting with the bosses, end moment jitters, everything was tried & tested and the results were fruitful. We won it for the third time in a row.
By then, we thought we had perfected the art of winning. But we still had more to learn. Fresh blood pumped into BSP. Dipu and Prasad, both were like the opposite ends of a rope. Constantly fighting it out with each other, which they still do, they made us ponder over our decisions. But they worked hard, together; really hard. Just when the race was about to get over; things got bitter. The entire SC wing was full of crying people, who were swearing to make people bleed for each drop of their tears. They won the trophy, but lost it too, more so.
They, however, took their revenge and that too in style. Two civil engineers, Smit and Aayush joined the party, in the ever so important fifth year. We were one step away from the big bang, the sealing of the trophy. We did not know if this theoretical idea had any practical meaning, but it was enough to drive them both to try their best. We taught them everything we knew. I personally ended up writing articles for the first time in my life, thanks to the hours of coaxing and convincing by Smit (He came in on pretext of smoking Hukkah). I could not throw him out, however hard I wanted to, because I was supposed to help them. But it did not turn out to be as bad as I thought and here I am writing one more. They stole the show by a margin that we earlier thought insurmountable.
This BHM night when they climbed that stage to pick that trophy up, and later while cutting the cake, there were tears in all of our eyes. We had written our part of the history and I am sure we wrote an impressive one. Now we have got new cubs in our den and it’s time for old ones like me to retire. Ankit, Aalekh and Avnish, do make us proud.
Truth becomes myth, myth become stories, stories become legends. This is one of those truths which will turn to a legend sooner or later. The symbol of this legend will be found in the common room of this legendary hostel, forever. Thank you guys for making me a part of it.