"Coat of motley colours"--- a celebration of friendship !
“ Coat of Motley Colours “ or COMC is not a mere phrase or an abbreviation.
It is a batch of people who pursued five years of medical education together in Gauhati Medical College way back in 1989 to 1994. it is a name coined thoughtfully and passionately by their comrade Nirupam Goswami who shockingly met with an accident soon after they came up with their first journal in 1995.
How very aptly was the name coined for the batch with a difference!
The white coat that they chose to wear by enrolling into the medical fraternity, this particular batch saw motley colours within themselves and thus their polychromatic congregation has indeed stood out from the rest in their perspective. The innocent, anxious yet confused minds of that batch destined to percolate each other’s life way back in 1989 are now dignified statures of the society catering their skilled dexterity to combat various illnesses of the people at large. But no matter how much greatness they have achieved in social standards, their hearts have preserved the same euphoria of love for their friends even after two and a half decades of time.
What is the reason of my intense exfoliation of emotions towards them?
The friendship that they share has appealed me to sketch a picture of it with my words. Although I am not a part of them but has a string attached which gave me an opportunity to witness their dazzling friendship attaining neon brightness. I happen to be the spouse of Rituraj, a shade of this polychromatic congregation, hence my participation.
As they celebrated the completion of their silver years in IORA,Kaziranga ,with much fervor and nostalgic pomp, I closely availed the chance to experience their illuminated silver spirits.
As an Aquarian, I have always been fascinated by Friendship, simple and true. Therefore, this magnanimous celebration of their friendship enthralled me in a very special way.
“Pack up quickly ... we will have to leave for Kaziranga tomorrow morning at the earliest,” Ritu announced after he came back from his evening rounds in the hospital. “ But we were supposed to go on 26th ? “ my query almost annoyed him as he was calculating how to reach the venue on the D-day as some organization declared a bandh due to the inhuman killings by the terrorists group. This surprise schedule put me on my toes to pack up our things as soon as possible. We decided to travel to a close proximity of IORA and thus booked a hotel room in Bokakhat.
We reached Bokakhat in the evening and put up in a hotel just 20 minutes away from IORA. I have never seen such enthusiasm in Ritu in the last 20 years of our courtship. The following day bandh was supported and observed by one and all as the incident of killing innocent children and women by the terrorists were vehemently condemned. After 5 pm , when the so called bandh ended , we set out for the venue.
The reception of IORA was full of familiar faces busy checking in into their respective rooms and the organizers giving away a bag full of mementoes to each and every member of the batch with warm hugs and joyous laughter that echoed in the kaziranga wilderness. History was on the making, the once slender figures attained pounds of extra mass and emerged a lot different in their appearances but their hearts were still sparkling with the same essence of friendship for which they have traversed thousands of miles to get together on that day. Isn’t it a fascinating aspect of friendship?
While we approached the reception , Ritu seemed overwhelmed to meet his friends while me and my two daughters watched them from a distance. Most of the faces were familiar to me as I know them for as long as 20 years and hence I greeted them with my warmest smile. Ritu hurriedly deposited a bag to us and went back to enquire about our room to check in. Me and my elder daughter decided to explore the bag and was utterly surprised to have found a novel addressed to my elder daughter’s name . I could read her happiness in her smile and found that the bag has been packed with gifts for each and every one of us with a personal touch. I guess , more than the gifts , the message of including the extended family of the members to the COMC circle that came across gave a more pleasing and satisfying effect.
We checked into our respective room and got ready to attend the inaugural ceremony of the 25th silver jubilee of ‘COMC’ and cultural evening meant for the children of the batchmates .
The evening started with two-minutes mourning silence for the eternal peace of the souls of the innocent killings that happened a few days back in the state. After the traditional lighting up of the lamps by the children accompanied by their mothers , the evening gained its dazzling momentum with the soft syllables of Judy Ba anchoring the show. One by one, the kids performed leaving the audience awestruck. Each and every kid was special in their own way.They performed with utmost confidence, leaving their respective parents biting their nails with nervousness as to what they would do up on the stage. My daughters, Rimmy on the guitar and Pipi,my younger one, on the keyboard played a hindi number together which honestly made me bite my nails.I could recover from my nervousness only after their performance .
Under the able co-ordination of Rashna ba and Rupnayan da , the heart-touching homage presentation paid to the two bereaved souls , Nirupam Goswami and Angela Marbaniang , made me shed a few drops of tears although I didn’t know anyone of them personally . Friendship immortalizes the selfless love it carries along with it even when WE cease to exist.
Apart from the few couples who were from the same batch, most of the members were with their spouses from a non-medical background or medicos of a different batch. While interacting with Ijaj da’s wife , I found out that she knew the stories she has been told by her husband about his GMC days and was having fun relating the faces to the characters she has once imagined. I could feel her involvement in COMC through her husband that day. Perhaps, that is another way how friendship flourishes between a husband and a wife too.
The Delhi group of batchmates including Ritwick da, Nilanjan da, Nandini ba, Biswajyoti da , Diganta da, Manashi ba presented a drama depicting a glimpse of the hostelers of Hostel No.2 of the wonder years with hilarious fervency enthralling the audience with amusement and resultant laughter echoing in the auditorium.
The most important proposition forwarded by Dipti Ba that evening made me accept the fact that this particular batch really stand out from the rest .The proposition , forwarded and approved by Rupnayan Goswami and was accepted unanimously was to register the COMC into a non-profit organization to cater their selfless services to the society at large.
What a noble thought to immortalize a legacy of friendship with such ardor!
The heart-warming aspect of the celebration is the bond of friendship they have cherished for as long as 25 years and still going strong year after year with every silver hair .They have taught me the true sense of friendship and the legacy it carries along with it. They parted to meet again and again in life.
The commendable efforts of Chandra Shekhar Bhattacharyya, Rupnayan Goswami, Soumarjyoti Hazarika, Diganta Deka, Durlobh Doley, Rupjyoti Goswami , Sonali Barman, Neelam Khound, Geetanjali Sahariah Khound and Minakshi Sarma made it a flawlessly successful event.
“I am inspired by your efforts and I know my words are not enough to justify your credibility that you have put into the successful execution of this event. My apologies if I have misquoted anything. May your friendship grow forever and ever more.“