Sanjeevani Magazine First Edition

first edition

City Of Joy!

An Indian scientist who won fame in many countries. A great teacher, great man and a true patriot. A Professor of Chemistry, a pioneer in the field of pharmaceutical industry in India who started making chemicals at home. A scientist who won international acclaim. His dwelling - a simple room on the first floor of the college in which he was teaching; his householdstudents who could not afford to stay elsewhere. His salarydonation to the department of Chemistry.

Dedicated to Acharya Sir Prafulla Chandra Ray

Bengal Chemicals & Pharmaceuticals, India's first pharmaceutical company ESTD 1901

“ Go then, my little Book, and show to all That entertain, and bid thee welcome shall, To them for good, May make them choose to be Pilgrims better, by far,than thee or me.’’

Adapted from JOHN BUNYAN

PROLOUGE

We,hereby,asApartofNIPERKOLKATAareextremelyhappyanddelighted topresentourveryfirsteditionofourveryownE-Magazine‘’SANJEEVANI’’ ontheoccasionofSPECTRA2022.

We,asateamofmagazinecommitteewantstoexpressoursinceregratitude towardsthedynamicguidanceofourRespectedDirectorDr.V.Ravichandiran sir,respectedfaculty,belovedseniorsjuniorsfortheirexceptionalsupervision andhelpinmakingthismagazinecomeintoexistence.

Thisisindeedafruitfulworkoftremendoushardworkofthemagazine committeeandourlovingcoordinators.

We hope that this SPECTRA brings the color of youth ,spirit,joy and togethernessintoyourlives.WealsowishthatthisSANJEEVANIbringsout theexcellenceinyouandmayunleashtheinnerbuddingartistbecauseartis indeedthebeautyoflifeandvarietyisaspiceoflife.

buddingartistsin gazineideawasput forward.

Wecordiallypresentanddedicatethis‘’SANJEEVANI’’toallofyou,Wehope thatyourpresenceaddsanewspectraofcolourtothecanvasoflifeforeveryone torelish.

LettheEuphoriabeginandletuswalkthroughthepathsofdarknesswith thoughtsfullofcolorsandhavingthisSANJEEVANIwithus.

Weconcludethisprologueandwishyouallthebestandohh….Lettheeuphoria begin…..

‘’Whylivelifeblack d hit h th ’ SPECTRA fjoywaitingforyou‘’ Apartfromexcellen oaimtoflourishthe

E-Magazine committee sanjeevani Team

INTRODUCTION

Editorial Board

Cheif Editor

Dr. Ashutosh Kumar

Mr.Gopal Khodve

Miss.Snehal Dongare

Miss. Nikita Khandelwal

Mr. Dipak Rathod

About NIPER kolkata

National Institute of Pharmaceutical Education and Research, Kolkata (NIPER-K) was created in 2007 under the aegis of the Ministry of Chemicals & Fertilizer as a center of excellence for higher education, research and development in Pharmaceutical Sciences.NIPERs are conceived to provide leadership in pharmaceutical sciences and related areas not only within the country, but also to the countries in South East Asia, South Asia, and Africa. NIPER is a member of the Association of Indian Universities and Association of Commonwealth Universities to become a globally recognized brand. The main objective of the institute is to offer the following programs. M.S. (Pharm.) and Ph.D.The institute started with M.S (Pharm) in 3 disciplines viz Medicinal Chemistry, Natural Products and Pharmacoinformatics in the year 2007. Subsequently 2 new courses were added – Pharmacology & Toxicology (2018), Pharmaceutics (2020). Ph D programme in this institute commenced from the academic year 2016 in 3 disciplines (Medicinal Chemistry, Natural Products, and Pharmacoinformatics), Pharmacology & Toxicology (2018), Pharmaceutics (2020).

SPECTRA 2022

This year had an astonishing and wonderful activities with the active involvement of all the faculty members, administrative department and all the students.

Various sports activities for game enthusiast people such as Cricket, volleyball, badminton, athletics, carrom ,table tennis, football took place.

Everybody has shown their individual as well as team spirit on the ground and it was a wonderful time. We wish all the winners tons of congratulations and those who participated , a lot of appreciation. Students and teachers hand in hand participated and they had a major role in making the sports week a great cheerful voyage. Furthermore ,To relish the budding artists in students apart from curriculum and research , various indoor competitions such as painting, photography, sketching took place. We have recieved a great artistic compositions and we are very happy to feature them. Last but not the least The cultural events. Inauguration of cultural events, prize distribution and E- magazine was done with an auspicious lamp light ceremony.Everybody rocked their world with the breathtaking performances and ravishing fashion shows. The cultural events indeed flourished out the dancing divas out of the participants. The fashion show was so indulging that everyone walked their heart on the ramp. The Spectra which was so full of colours , youth and prosperity was a time of togetherness will be always cherished in heart of Niperians..

Through this sanjeevani E-magazine we wish to cherish and save these memories together and forever with us and within us .

About SPECTRA 2022

Inauguration of sports event

Inauguration of sports event

Pharmacology team

Faculty team

From Director's Desk

SPECTRA 2022 gives me pleasure to inform you that institute is going to inaugurate its e-magazine “Sanjeevani’ 2022 on the occasion of SPECTRA 2022, Cultural and Sports feat.

NIPER supports not only academic excellence but also fosters all-round development of students which includes physical and co-curricular activities

As we all know magazine is mirror of activities done in the institution throughout the year and has been compiled by vibrant activities of students’ team.

We have witnessed the enormous energy and participation which was visible during the entire SPECTRA 2022 week. I acknowledge the efforts of the spectra team in successful conduct of the annual cultural and sports events of NIPER Kolkata.

Education is a natural harmonious and progressive development of innate powers and, I, believe such events complement the holistic growth of the students.

Wishing a bright future to all the students of NIPER Kolkata to Excel in the field they choose for their future endeavours.

Dr. V. Ravichandiran, Director NIPER Kolkata

Faculty Memory Board

Administrative Team

Faculty of NIPER Kolkata

Students Memory Board

“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

DepartmentPharmacology&Toxicology

MS Second yr Batch

Department Pharmacology & Toxicology (Vollyball team)

“If you live to be a hundred, I hope I live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.”

Football team Medicinal Chemistry

Inogration of Sports Event

Pharmaceutics Department

Medicinal Chemistry Department

“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”

Medicinal Chemistry Girl's Cricket team

Department of Medical Devices ,Natural Product& Pharmacoinformatics

Pharmacoinformatics Department

Foundation day students

Fresher"s Party

Women's day celebration

“Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.”

Sk

“All kids need is a little help, a little hope and somebody who believes in them.”

1st 2nd 2nd

Hopeful eyes for an endless hunger

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Varudhini

(Pharmaceutics)

FOR WHEN THE HOPE IN YOUR HEART MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN FLY

L.Sheeba(MedicinalChemistry)

adapa

Alamgir Hasan(Natural

As the moon lit bright, Throughout the length of night, My eyes were shut but you were in my sight, And I thought about you turning to my left and right

Till tonight amidst fiery storm and blurry fog. I have spent hours listening to your blog. About the struggles that you didn't belong. In you I saw no wrong but wondered what mode you so strong.

I propose to make tomorrow a special day, Keeping all differences at bay and aspersions away, Let's begin to live a life of togetherness, Exploring unknown mirths of happiness and belonginess.

About love I am so naive, Some more euphoria movies and songs do create,

I know you too have aspirations, I undertake to fulfill them with sincere determination.

Though the world outside may not be so kind, But in our trust on each other we ought to be blind, For whenever we face umpteen challenges of life and all the contest, We will be victory; for palm upon palm, and soul upon soul we will always rest.

---Pallab Datta (P S

Words were exclusively for you still I publish My feelings the world too to know Walking as we do on every sand and soil Forever leaving our footprints to glow.).

As the moon lit bright

-Dr.Utpal Mohan

Pooja Landge

She's a lot to deal with, but she's also a lot to lose, & she's not a prize you can just choose… She's true, rare, & one-of-a-kind, a true wildflower who rejects to be confined…

- Aakriti Garg

- Aashwini Bhavsar Sk Ashif Jan

इज़हार

इतज़ारकया,बतकया, अबभीकरतहशायद,बसइतज़ारकरतरह, इज़हारकयाहोतातोठकरहता…

वोअनकहख़तजोरखहसहालकरदलकअलमारीम, भजदएहोतउह,तोठकरहता…

यहचपकसउनकोउनकमज़कबग़रदलमबसाना, कोईअबाततोनह???

इज़हारकरदयाहोतातोठकरहता…

यकदमकछापजबबफ़कचादरपरपड़तह, अधरसलगतह, जसकोईहसागमशदासाहो, भीड़मभीकछसनासाहो, एकदलकाटकड़ाकहछपकरबठाहो, औरइतज़ारमहोकसीक, बस,वोइतज़ारहीकरतारहा, बसएकबारइज़हारकरदयाहोतातोठकरहता…!!!

- Aakriti Garg

"YOUMAYNOTCONTROL ALLTHEEVENTSTHAT HAPPENTOYOU,BUTYOU CANDECIDENOTTOBE REDUCEDBYTHEM."

-Iram Saba

Dream amidst Reality

Is dream only an imagination of inner soul?

Far apart from Reality? Can’t it be a goal?

Is it a desire? Or a sparkle of hope?

Or a mixture of colors in a Kaleidoscope?

Dream can be marvelous, elegant and deep, Something to cherish, worth to keep. But sometimes it’s scary, bizarre with agony, Endless tragedy in a life of irony. Then suddenly comes the Reality and the Dream dies?

Is it the consciousness that pings us, on opening the eyes? What if, the dream of good hope appears in Reality?

It can be done, it’s not a probability. Dream to Reality is bridged by action and work. All can achieve, beholding the Dream a racing mark.

Dream can be smooth, a bed of roses, Reality can be harsh, having variety of poses.

Dream can be broad, without an end. The Reality of existence it always defend. It is hard and futile at the first, Achieving the Dream, it is the Reality that lasts. Urge to achieve can be halted by peer-pressure and money, Always remember, it is not the path, but a trap of honey. Dream should be big, unbound, robust and positive, Accomplishing in Reality, that’s should be the motive.

Undulating and full of tribulations the road can be, Running away from Reality, it’s the coward shall be.

Work in unity and the ability to forgive, Marks the Dream for existence and the Reality to live. Ultimately, there’s one thing, no doubt to claim, We the NIPERians, always Dream for the Reality of fame!

-Arka Das

To reach heaven on earth, alchemize your emotional pain into power and use that power to transmute your fear into unconditional love…

MOM

You taught me that challenges are part of life …but Facing challenges is an art of living

You taught me to be grateful for the life I have You taught me to be polite and patient in every situation

You make me ready to face and fight every trial and obstacle that comes in my life Sometimes whenever I want to give up An unknown inspiration pushing me forward, Someone who never compromised with her values, Someone who would teach me what dedication is, Then I take all the courage and rise again You always had my back; whenever I had tears,

MOM

you are like a moon

As the cock crows in the morning, you arise, no you doesn’t Because even before the cock crows, you already Up and alert to what the day brings your way

As the sun rises, benevolence is all you pray for Just as the sun rays hit the sky so does your love reaches my heart.

MOM

You’re like a sun

You nurtured me in your womb and brought me into the world You admonish me and keeps me in your blossom

MOM

You never said I love you to me but you never stop loving me and caring for me like no one

Yes, mom, I wanted to write a gratitude story about you, but I realized that the 26 alphabets in the English language are not enough to describe your sacrifices and the unconditional love of a MOTHERS

SALUTES TO ALL THE MOTHERS OUT THERE

THE DREAM

To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe, To bear the unbearable sorrow, To run where the brave dare not to go, To love the pure and chest from a far, To right the unforgivable wrong, To try when your arms are too weary, To reach that unreachable star, This is my quest to follow that star, No matter how place,no matter how far, To fight for the right,without questions without pause To be willing to march into hell for heavenly cause.

-Gopal Khodve

this is sun holocast seen in India

Dr. Ashutosh Kumar

Csmouflage by fish in sandy river water

Like a diamond in the sky

-Yogesh Sharma

Wings of Aplomb

When the Sun of compassion arises, darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere... Spread your wings, you have better places to fly... not everyone can handle you, that's the blessing in disguise..

- Aakriti Garg

JAB THEY MET

As the magazine is set for release on 1 Apr, 1 rcct one of the most memorable 1 of the real-e nothing to do with all foor’s day, and not that anythkosh took place but this story is at hedule 1 reached love story that happened to witness. I was ring or tempus after visiting home. As ved my berth no 81-36 upper berth, in coach 81 anchored my gee and went to accomplish a practice to be friends railway station at time to board the 2125 Down Pune Herah Azad Hend Express Thuriy passengers, search criteria 18 to 25 On the doors of the couch, I was greeted by a 30+, a built guy whom / recognized to be the person on the side berth of my toe gave me a wry look suggesting news there with the ritual every time I travel my railways browsing the Fager Reservation Chart for same intentions and scored a victory which was eviden om the chart 837 285596415 458963214 had become a of my life it had

Thus the wait for the much-anticipated co-passenger to arrive began. Train departed from Pune station at the exact scheduled time. In our compartment door and couple was seeing off their parents, while two small children were bidding adieu to their father. They looked set for vacations in their grand-parents home and were repeatedly assured of their dad’s participation in the holidays within few days. Returning to my berth-place, I found our potential-to-be friend settling at her place she was a simple girt, dressed in a red pull-over and blue denims.

Her hairs were plated, her eyes blue, soft, perle, and benevolent. Gradually the train gained momentum and some co-passengers expressed pleasantries and introduced themselves. Shreya was glancing through the window as if capturing each and every frame of the picturesque stallion stud farms decorating the resplendent the outskirts of Pune city. Anup was busy checking his blackberry. At this juncture TTE came in and Anup produced his e-ticket and I-card. This aroused a certain curiosity in Shreya who asked in details about the online booking system.

Anup was happy to oblige as he got the opportunity to initiate a conversation. He also used this opportunity to formally introduce himself to her. He described in detalls about the whole procedure, all the security features. At the outset, I was also appalled at the knowledge he possessed. However, the over-enthusiasm with which Anup Went on made Shreya to resign to silence admitting an error of judgment. Nor did I know that this silence would be soon be broken and for-ever. “Hey Shreya, do you always travel like this?” Anup quipped Abruptly irritated she retorted, “What do you mean to say Mr. “Anup, I told told. Say you have options 1 and 2. Either we continue to travel muted, not speaking at all or we can engage in some nice talk and have a memorable journey?

“In that case I prefer option 1.1 “Great!! Had said the Option 1 later.”

Shreva was helpless at this bad PJ, but still managed a smile “What do you want to talk about, Anup “Friends, Hobbies, Life, Passion etc.” “Hmm. Impressive. You may start with your friends, and why not girl-friends rather?”

Anup was excited. “Sadly, have none.”

“Sad indeed. But you appear decently handsome.” Though puzzled at the strange use of adjective, he continued. “May be they weren’t decently beautiful.” Shreya gave a smile of applause. “Btw whats your idea of decently beautiful?” “Not much. Humorous, Confident, Convincing, in fact the list goes on… he he…”

With every single sentence their conversations were getting deeper and deeper and it now looked obvious that both of them were enjoying each other’s company. On one hand Shreya was finding his dry humor interesting. Anup was swayed by her style of appreciation. Azad Hind was cruising at its full speed, and next scheduled halt BhusawalJn was three hours away, most other passengers retired to sleep after dinner. In the next morning when I woke up, Shreya and Anup were in the middle of a discussion. Speculated that they were indulged in talking throughout the night.

“What do you do for leisure? Any hobbies” Theatre asking to AnupAnup lama how he was in playing the guitar at school but had to abandon eue to academic pressures On heenShreysrever interest in playing the flute, in fact she happened to be an accomplished flautist. Even she want a stage performance. Anup then insisted to see her nute and teach him some basics on gripping and playing t instrument. After some reluctance Shreya dug out the flute from her travel bag. As soon as she started showing Anup how to grip the flute we noticed something strange in her hands near the fingers Though nimble, they wer unusually swollen, red and looked degenerated Unable to abstain himselt, Anup enquired further immediately withdrew her hands as if she dreaded to face this question and tried to avoid any confrontation However, he won’t have any of it and finally Shreya had to give in.

. Her revelations brought an eerie bolence the coach. She narrated how from a tender age of nine years, she was very fond of flute. Her inspiration was th legendary Pt Pannalal Ghosh. She went to a music school where she was rebuked for being unable to grig the instrument properly, which she immaturely attributed to her small hands, she informed us. The strong infec of the legend and her firm resolve to play the organ, she did not get deterred and took an extreme step. She cut the webbings between the fingers of her hands anticipation then easily span the entire length of the flute and play it properly. We all were taken aback after learning about that the finger length will increase and she could such unparalleled determination ever heard. On the request of all fellow passengers Shreya then gave a short recital of few of her favorite compositions. Her performance mesmerized us and as Azad Hind paced unbelievably at 100 kmph, our travel felt smoother and smoother. Anup nevertheless, was not satiated and something had him still thinking.

“When is your next performance? Can be an audience for it.” The question returned Shreya to her discomfort zone. After three iterations from Anup she replied, “Why do you want to know?” “Fine, if you don’t want to tell. But why do you look so disturbed of a sudden?”

“Look Shreya I don’t have a magic charm to express my feelings, but I want to say that I have started liking you a ittle and for that reason it matters” Shreya was mitted at the word liking but probably she had also developed yome soft corner, if her narrative about the cutting her finger was amusing, what she divulged put the train to a sudden halt. It might be something more than a coincidence that we missed Bilaspur has arrived. Shreya was suffering from skin cancer, which doctors opine is caused due to the wound which was incurred in webbings of her fingers when they were cut. The non-healing chronic wounds developed into tumors. To manage this, she has to undergo skin grafting and some other immunological drugs.

As these medications make the body weak, doctors have strictly advised her to refrain from her Rewaaz. Thus she was afraid that she may not be able to perform any longer in the future. 81 coach had again entered another round of eerie silence, this time it was more frightening Seldom is it that in a train journey we get to rendezvous an artiste of highest calibre and a personality so determined in her pursuit. Anup was not much annoyed at this disclosure and it indicated as if he had already decided on his next course of action

“Why should that matter?”

I slept early for the superfast express was running on time Kharagpur was expected at one- o-clock. I woke up to alarm and gathered my belongings. I was surprised to see Shreya and Anup still lost in each other’s words. To pay my tribute to her passion, I leaned forward and complimented Shreya on the beautiful recital with which she had enthralled us. I said good bye to Anup, he had already learnt about SMST at IIT from me, and handed me his visiting card. I gratefully collected it and left as train had already stopped at the station. After alighting I to read the card

Dr.Anup Ghosh Assistant Professor of Dermatology

Stanford University School of Medicine. I turned back smiling at the future plans Anup might have already made as the train commenced its foray towards Howrah; knowing well for some the journey will extend beyond.

Dr.Pallab Datta

This short story and poem first appeared in "Avyakta" , the hall magazine of Acharya J C Bose Hall of Residence

IIT KHARAGPUR, Published in the year 2011 by the composer