The above appears to me to be a rare
picture of the Mini Canteen of REC NIT Calicut. The character of NIT Calicut is
chiseled from this place and every single student more so the hostelites bear
on their back like a insignia or trademark the general modification or change
of temperament this place brings about.
The MC as it is fondly called has a history
and its origins to a fued between the locals and he hostelites some where in
1977 boiling out of a dispute in Kettangal and the stand off lasting for several
days and the management of REC deciding to curtail the movement of students
into Kettangal by puttng up a canteen within the hostel vicinity itself and
thence it came stood conquered and thrived.
This canteen used to open at 8:00 AM and extend into about 12:00 in the night with
a steady inflow and ouflow of students. What is so unique about this place..its
conical structure that resembles a monument from far made of thatched roof and
a cement floor a specific portion of which is used by the staff who run this
place in an orderly and efficient fashion with a high degree of commitment. The
best part of the canteen is being there part of some cluster discussing some
issue with high involvement and the time bring around 11:00 PM and the lights
of the MC off and the only source of visibility being the moon light burning
brightly through the trees that adore aplenty in a lush above
Our MC was not just another canteen it had
a personality of its own and a character and contribution of its own and every
student looked up to it with a combination of reverence and gratitude of some
kind..and it was a pristine lighthouse for some one who felt lost in the hostel
for some reason or the other only to be bolstered and emboldened by some idea
or machination he receives from some quarter during a discussion with fellow
friends or acquaintances over a cup of trea and the passing clouds of cigarette
smoke. It invigorates, it propels..spells hope and inspiration all in one go
and the one who felt forlorn not so long ago is enthused with a fresh bout
of optimism towards a propitious ending.
MC was a solace for every one ..a high ground..a think tank..a master mind and
a inanimate friend in need with the power to fill life in any loosing hope. Our
MC is an edifice worth being worshipped for the lethal education one receives
from various sources both the well meaning and deceitful alike and I am sure
there is no college anywhere in the world that houses a canteen which is much
more to a student than just a place to sip a cup of tea or coffee at leisure.
Education of a special kind happens here and it resembles in its height a
lucullan party thrown by some Roman King resounding victory.
What does the MC look on a typical day. The
time is around 8:00 PM and many have descended into its frontiers and in every
nook and corner there are animated discussions of some kind ..and the
discussins to some bystander are in a composite of the various languages of the
country..Hindi ..Bengali..Assamese…name it and it is represented in our parliament
and suddenly there is burst of laughter from some corner sending vociferous vibrations
into the vicinity to be experienced to be believed and the euphoria it so
created lasting for some time and the whole cycle being repeated time and again
from various corners all through the hour. What a place..What a composition of
people..What a discussion ranging from philosophy to politics to the most
mundane…what a setting and what an involvement.
For more than a year I lived in the D hostel
overlooking this magnificence and was entreated countless times into having a
cup of tea by many and every single
moment spent was educative and inspiring.
I hope the MC in the new location few yards
yonder is a replica in every sense of
its ancestor with the din. the laughter.
the discussions… the parleys. the character and provides the same solace and
concern for that weird student who suddenly lands up at its door for some
reason of his own only to return with hope and favor as this relic if one would
call has always done.